NationStates Jolt Archive

A child's body laid on top of an operating table before Dr. Mengele, one of the many Imperius Cylon models. She shook her head at the idea that one small child could cause such a big commotion in the Galaxy, "I really don't see the point. Sure, she's our future but I just don't see why the Coredians or Dornies would ever care about her. She's only four years of age... And living in such a frail body..." Mengele picked up the limp body of Athena by the neck, "I could just as well easily kill her right here and now in my hands and there would be nothing they could do about it."

Cavil was busy looking at a monitor with a laser cutting tool in one hand, "you're forgetting that she can download just like the rest of us."

Dr. Mengele nodded, "yes, but we control her resurrection tube. We accidentally kill her, just have her wake up again and start over. Again, there's nothing they can do. We control her."

Khal paced around in the background, listening to the two banter, "are we done yet? The Emperor doesn't like to be kept waiting you know."

Cavil sighed, "please Admiral. We're doing a very delicate operation here which cannot be sped up. If your Emperor had half the brains he claims to have, he would understand and not want us to screw this up. So do you mind letting us do our jobs... Admiral?"

Dr. Mengele inserted another medical gismo inside Athena's ear, reaching into her brain. "Modifying someone's mind to make it look like they were victims of something that never happened... Rather brilliant. I didn't think of that one until he came to me... We should do this to our captives when we make our move."

Cavil looked up from a nearby computer monitor, "agreed. Memory transfer complete. I think we're ready to sow her back up." He took another medical tool and began to put the child's head back together.

Khal took out an ancient watch from his pocket and looked at the time, "good. I'll be ready to transfer the patient back to the Emperor and her sister in no time. She is scheduled to wake up in a matter of hours."

Cavil continued to sow up the child's head with his medical tool, "I'd like to do this to one of the Raider models at some point... Imagine what we can do with that."

Dr. Mengele shook her head, "negative, we'd require a vote from all the other models. They'd never agree to it as a whole."

Cavil looked up at her, "we should do something about that."

Mengele smiled mischievously, "my model has already begun working on that Cavil. Don't worry, you'll get that opportunity." With that, they finished with the child's operation. Now it was time to deliver her to her sister as previously promised...

The first gasp of air when you are born is always the most painful. Your lungs, for the first time suck in the foreign air, as you gasp for life. It was no different, as Eclipse was born, born into the darkness from the ashes of Issus.

She gasped for air, as her body laid on the cold hard ground. She couldn’t see for the room was pitch black. The air was cold, as she laid on the ground, covered in the blood of one of her loved ones.

Eclipse tried to stand, as her eyes stared blankly into the dark room. The air was cold, very cold as she sat up. Although she could not see it, she could feel it, the blood of Hawkins cracking on her face, and flaking from her skin. What had she done? Where was she?

She screamed out in terror, “HELP ME!” she cried vainly in the darkness, as she took her hands and tried to claw the blood of Hawkins off her body. “Somebody!” she yelled out. The only reply from the darkness was her own echo. “Help me somebody!” bouncing back at her. She curled her legs up for the moment, as the last thing she remembered went through her head.

Hawkins blood spilled on her hands, as her blade slipped into his back. What had she done? Was this hell?

She suddenly stopped screaming, as she took another breath. This was hell, and she deserved it. Her plan had backfired, her goals died. She knew there was only one explanation, she did die. Hera was now dead. She was now in hell…

Eclipse stood, as she looked around. There was no going back, no redemption, no salvation. Not for a betrayer. She took a step, nearly stumbling like a new born fawn, as she put her hands out in front of her.

She closed her eyes for a moment, as she could see Hawkins clear as day. His life slipping from his body, his memories, his life, his pain. She could remember his last thoughts, "I will see you in the summerlands. I will greet you as a daughter."

Those thoughts were his last, and the most painful. There was no going back. Even if she escaped this canto, and flew back to earth, no one would take her back. By now they were all cursing her name, her name would become one with Brutus, with Judas.

She slowly sat back down. No, Hera had to be dead. She was dead, and she knew that in this place, there is no resurrection. Not ever again.

A figure slowly appeared before Hera, it's yellow eyes would seem to be a familiar view by now. It's robes hovered in mid air as it slowly moved in from the darkness and hissed to her, ::Hera, daughter of Sharon Agathon and Karl Agathon... You have awoken.::

A second figure stood in the shadows, though Hera couldn't quite make it out, it was obviously female though, "it's amazing how the Cylons have figured out how to download into a biological body... You should have the Empire look at it Emperor... Though not my choice of life form. Biological Entities are just rather... Frail. Even the Cylon bodies, though enhanced farther than the normal Human, have their own limits."

::It is nothing special Doctor. Is the child ready?::

A third voice could be heard, male, "she is ready Emperor."

Missing Me (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3u2eQYJSOjQ)

Alone, in the darkness, she sat there, her naked body exposed to the cold dry air. Her breath turned gray as she breathed out, her hands and feet nearly numb.

Being alone was her greatest fear. No one caring, no one loving her, no one desiring her as a person, as a woman. Here in the darkness, Eclipse was in her own living hell, her own personal nightmare.

She held her hand together as she shivered in the darkness. Her eyes stared blankly ahead. Her only company was that of her mind, the last memory of Hawkins. She wanted to cry, she tried with all her might, but her eyes remained dry. Eclipse had no more tears to shed.

Suddenly, in the distance, she heard a creaking noise, the sound of metal grinding upon itself. She shot up, as she tried to focus in vain through the pitch darkness.

Slowly, two glowing dots came in through the distance, calling out her name, the name of she who was dead, and the parents of those that birthed her. What was the point, of all this? As his voice spoke, she wept inside, “I wish I was never born.” She secretly thought to herself, as she still felt the warm blood of Hawkins on her hand…

“Hera is dead.” She replied back, as the other woman appeared. Her lips quivered as she spoke. “You killed her, you took all she had and all she was going to be. Hera is gone.”

Vorman cackled for a moment, as he looked at his new apprentice. Her body was as bare as a new born baby, as he walked closer to her. His ghostly hand reached out to her, and touched her shoulder.

Eclipses skin began to crawl, as the ghost touched her. Pulling her left shoulder away, she backed up, like a caged animal. “Where is Athena, you sick frakker?” she screamed out at him.

::Athena is here. You wish to see her that you betrayed and killed? Come I will grant your wish. Bring her to me.::

“Yes Emperor.” The male voice said in the darkness. His voice was familiar, one that she had heard from a long time ago. She couldn’t remember exactly where through. Suddenly a light flashed before her eyes. The lights were bright, as Eclipse stood there naked and exposed before the cylons and Atrox.

Eclipsed reached up and covered her eyes. Her hands pressing firmly against her face, trying to hold back the light. Slowly she pulled them away, and in the center, was her sister. Her beautiful golden hair, with long locks. Hera looked at the child, as her heart began to melt. She opened her arms and ran towards Athena.

“STAY AWAY!” Athena screamed as she ran behind Imperius. Her body trembled, as the girl covered her eyes behind Imperius legs.

Eclipse looked confused, as she kneeled down. “Athena, it’s me.” She said sweetly.

“No, you hurt me.” Athena screamed out. “You shot me, and made me go to that bad place. No, stay away from me!” she screamed out defiantly.

Eclipses eyes watered up as she watched the child rebuke her. Her heart broke then and there, as the last shred of what was Hera was shot with the colt. Eclipse stood up, glaring at Vorma. “What did you do to her?” Hera asked as she bit her lip, to the point where she began to bleed.

Vorman cackled, ::Me? I have done nothing. Remember, you are the one who killed her on Issus:: Vorman said as he paced in front of her.

“No, that was an illusion!” Eclipse said as she crossed her arms under her breasts, and kneeled down, trying her best not to believe it.

::So you thought. I told you, it was not my doing. I would never lie about such delicate matters::

Athena wrapped her little arms around Imperius as she cried sobbing, “Please take me away. I don’t want her. I hate her.”

Imperius smiled as she patted the child on her head. “Of course my dear.” She said almost with a motherly voice.

“I hate her.” Eclipse folded on the ground, as her spirit laid broken. “She hates me…” Eclipse laid there, truly alone. No one cared for her. No one would look for her. Not that it mattered. Eclipse just wished for a final death. What was the point in living, if even Athena hated her.

Down With the Sickness (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XjmRhePkNs)

Two Weeks Later:

Fire surrounded her thin body, as the flames licked the heavens. The air was growing thick, as she stared out into it, mesmerized by the flame and inferno. The fires danced, as the heat brushed against her skin.

All she had was lost, lost in the fires of Issus. Her sister was gone lost to the temptations and vile tricks of the new man who thought he was her master. She stared into the flames, as the light gently reflected off her eyes.

Eclipse hated him, hated what Vorman forced her to become. Hated him for everything he took from her. Atrox, Magriel, Athena, Rydo, were all stolen from her. Her anger poured out as she took the block of metal and shoved it into the forge.

“You can never go back.” She heard in the back of her mind, as she watched the metals melt into a liquid form. “Like the metal, they wouldn’t know you if you saw them. They would surely kill you. No one loves you, no one cares.”

Eclipse didn’t even think of arguing, not this time. He was right. She pulled the red hot metal out of the furnace, and began to insert a second set of metal into the forge, silver. It was known for it’s purity, also how easy it was to meld with other properties. This wasn’t her first time forging, but this would probably be her last.

As the metal melted, her hate was pulled into it, her anger at Vorman, her frustrations with Magriel, her sorrow over Athena. How could she have been such a fool? How could she have trusted any of them She couldn’t. You can’t trust anyone but yourself.

As her hate burned into the raw materials, it grew, stronger, darker. For every ounce that she lost, it increased in her four fold. Her eyes just stared into the materials as it melted into one another, forming the alloys that she needed.

She reached over, and grabbed a smith’s hammer. It was heavy, as she pulled out the parts proportions of the metals she would need. With each stroke, she beat the impurities out, smashing out the old life of Hera. Hera was dead, there was no salvation, there was no resurrection. She was dead, and that is the way it had to be.

Dark energy surrounded Eclipse as she focused more on the metals. “As Hera is dead, All that are killed will stay dead.” She said to herself, as she infused her dark desire within the metals. “All that are slain will never come back. This I swear.” She said as she slowly but maliciously forged the metal proportions of a Colt (http://www.supernatural.tv/gallery2/deadmansblood/wmplayer%202006-04-21%2020-30-13-57.jpg) .45 and two new swords (https://www.swordsofmight.com/ProductImages/medievalswords/rittersteel/Crusader_Sword_KE2003.jpg).

AS the metals cooled, she started over again, remolding the product, and reforging it, making the folds stronger, stronger than the original. Then as the metal parts and bullets were made, she placed her dark symbols on them. Taking ash wood, from a nearby graveyard, she carved the handle, pouring her malice and hate into it with each cut of the knife, carving the dark symbols into it. Each bullet had a circle on the tip, with a cross in the center, as she focused on making the final product.

Her swords were different, than her old one. Two long swords, more of Italian design, than the rapier she once wielded. She was no longer interested in fast kills, she wanted to watch her target bleed. With the remainder of the metals for the three weapons, she continued the dark encantations of the colt. Forming the hilt of a gold alloy, she beat the metals to be strong, stronger than the old rapier she once wielded. “What will be dead, will stay dead.” She recited to herself, as the vortex of dark power flew into the swords, warping her soul and her mind as it did the metal.

In the end, they were done. They were beautiful to her, but she wasn’t done.

Walked over to a new source of metal and began to melt it away. Phyric, silver, gold, and the highest grade titanium and steel was added to the mixture. She thought back to long ago, when she visited Mythrindar. Using the techniques of the old dwarven smith she met, she forged the new metals, and as before put her power and energy into it. “What would harm me, shall empower me.” She aid as she beat the chest plate and leg platings into it. “What would seek to kill me, will receive their ends three fold.” She said as she carved into it the ancient runes of the elves and dwarves she met long ago.

Days turned into weeks, as Eclipse continued the process over and over. Alone with the fire as her only company, she forged herself anew. From nothing to everything, she made all she would ever need. Pistols, wrist blades, discs, and the armor that would become her new symbol. Through the fire of her rage, The body of Hera took on the form of Eclipse.

When she was done, she put on the new weapons and armor. Strapping her swords to her back, loading her discs, putting on her pistols, and installing her new wrist blades (http://www.xboxgazette.com/i/pic_assassinscreed_art_16.jpg). Eclipse (http://www.wallpaperez.net/wallpaper/games/Hellgate-London-Female-Templar-1021.jpg) walked out into the world. She was born.