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==Chapter One - The Test==
Chapter 2 - New Perspective
===Discovery===
<br>This room was much more elaborate than Isaac had imagined it would be, the computers so much nicer, all sorts of technology scattered about. The walls were tinted glass, and beyond them were layers upon layers of wiring pressed incredibly tightly and with unbelievable organization. The room itself was massive, scattered with probably hundreds of computer systems and various additions, huge memory cores and hard-drives, internet connections for each individual system, and even multiple monitors for single seats.
"Begin," the voice of the instructor ordered, waving his hand between the two trainees before him and stepping back off of the mat, observing them. They stood their a moment, dressed in the dark work-out attire of gym shorts and a muscle shirt, positioning themselves to strike.
<br>Seated around the room were a much older variety of workers, each of them having surpassed the entire tier-system already. Some of them were even adults, and Isaac was definitely a stand-out with the crowd, considering that only a few of his age-group were in the room. Escorted by his new Transitions Director to his seat, he was hesitant to fall back into the chair, overwhelmed by the entire environment. <br>His ''region'', while being nearly the same as everyone else's, had four different monitors. Isaac had only ever worked with one, and had no idea how complex something would be that he would need to complications of four separate screens.
<br>The first, a fair-haired blonde male, shot his arm forward toward the other's chest, thick knuckles flying toward his central cavity. The other arched back, staring as the fist flew over his curling form through his auburn glare. Held back on his hands, he used his dropping momentum to pull his legs up, wrapping them tightly around the now aimless blow. Hopping up with his arms, the boy twisted to his feet and brought the other to the floor, forcing his face hard into the mat.
<br>'At least I have a comfortable chair..' he thought to himself as he fell into the black leather. Above him was also a sort of fan, it was as if everything was planned out. Suddenly, one of the mechanical entrances swung back, a cloaked figure slid into view, pulling his hood back from his head. Staring through practically golden eyes, he glanced through at the students, squinting seriously before scratching at his beard.
<br>The boy yelped, unable to move in the fear his stressed joint would snap between his superior's knees. Isaac, from his dominating position, flashed a smile down at his foe, easily brushing the ebony locks from his sight-line. Eric, azure eyes clenched shut, lay pressed against the padding, completely pinned in the simple practice spar.
<br>"As all of you should know from the alarm earlier today, we are in a moment of red-alert..." he said powerfully, glaring around at us. "Four planes have crashed in the last few hours, each relatively close to the capital area of the United States. Two of them collided with the towers of the World Trade Center, and there is a confirmed 2000 dead already. Another went into the United States' Security <br>Structure, the Pentagon. The fourth hit the ground, thanks to some work we were able to arrange. It was aimed for the U.S. Capital Building, but was brought down."
<br>"Yield," the examiner said to end the warm-up, pressing weakly against Isaac's chest to move him away from his defeated opponent. Leaning over, the training mentor assisted the boy to his feet, stepping back so that they could bow.
Isaac trembled in his seat, jaw practically twitching and his mind blank beyond comprehension. The others around the room seemed fine though, paying attention intently, their faces neither scared nor calm. Attempting to be like those around him, Isaac sat straight up, expressing a serious glare as he attempted to follow what he was hearing as those around him.
<br>"Every time, Morrow, every time you have something to counter whatever move I throw," Eric chuckled, lowering deeply in his form of honor.
<br>"In case you are wondering, it was a plan by the Templar Order, this much has been confirmed since last night, when someone was snooping in Abstergo's Email," the Mentor followed with. "Oh, and he is also our new trainee, Isaac '''Morrow'''." Pointing with his eyes, the man led the turn of the entire room toward Isaac, some people smiling, but leaving him feeling awkward. "Which by the way, needs to come to my office for his formal lesson. The rest of you, Sir William will present your assignments," the man said, turning  around immediately and beginning to walk to the door.
<br>"Only for you, Williams, only for you," Isaac replied, a smile stretching his strong facial features as he bowed in return before raising to welcome the next opponent. Just as the next boy began to rise though, the mechanical doors slid apart, welcoming in the Transitions Director, who took trainees around to certain areas when necessary.
<br>As another man, much older in his appearance, stepped into the room, Isaac began to rise. Seeing that the other man was already leaving off, he rushed over the stair-railing to catch him, dashing past Sir William to meet the other at his side. Flicking his ebony hair, he straightened out his sweater and pants for a more presentable appearance. "Eh...Who are you?" Isaac allowed through his lips curiously.
<br>"Isaac Morrow, Eric Williams, Alexander Rommel, Elizabeth Louis, Michaela Williams, and Cynthia Macklebee?" the formally clothed director asked, eyes searching around the room for the six individuals he called out.
<br>"The Farmer, which is to say I am the Mentor of the Berlin Facility, which you know is this one," the man said as he pulled his black hood over his bronze hair. "My name to the students is Grey, or any variety of that. Mr. Grey, Sir Grey, Herr Grey, simply Grey, even the Mentor are the names the trainees call me. Oh, here we are, mind your step."
<br>Each of the six glanced over to the man, already beginning their walk toward him for wherever they were going. Isaac, the last to reach the man, looked around at the others to see who he was going with. He new Eric and Alex well, both being his practice partners for physical and mental assignments respectively. He also knew the women by name, but not very much by who they were, other than the fact that they were all master hackers in the age-group.
<br>Another door sliding apart revealed a twirling staircase, the rise to Grey's office. Following him up, Isaac was left in awe to see the man's quarters, everything so elegant and rich. He had yet to see such wonders before, models of many kinds, and such fine woodwork and threads. Taking a seat in front of Grey's desk, Isaac practically sank in the rich cushioning, not even noticing that the Mentor had sat down.
<br>Turning around as if it were a scripted motion, the Director began walking, the six following closely. Isaac, who memorized the trails, quickly discovered where it was they were headed, not saying anything about it though.
<br>"The...Ranchers would have had you training today, but I believe you would have been too far behind, and ahead," Grey said, his voice traveling well in the room. "You would be equal in hacking, yes, but your physical abilities statistically are remarkable. The only thing you are a step-back on consists of technological advancements to your original tier's access. I've decided you will be doing technological lessons with the others, but physical training will be in the field-agent grouping. In the meantime, there is a lot you should know to catch up."
<br>"Each of you are being tested for your next tier, exceeding the levels of your ordinary peers," the man said as he lead them forward. "For the next few days, you will each go through a series of computer-based tests concerning hacking, stealth, and problem management. You are not to speak to the others around you, nor your Mentors, who will be observing you."
<br>Isaac stared blankly at the man, nodding at times to present that he was following, but not catching the words well as a whole. "What did I see yesterday?"
<br>Following their arrival to the lab, each of them hastily spread out to their seats throughout the room, starting their consoles as they prepared for the next few hours. Isaac, sitting back, quickly typed the date at the head of his assignment, 9-01-01, reading over his instructions. He couldn't help but grin at the work he was told to do, not even caring about his test. There were better things he thought he could work on.
"That is no ordinary pharmaceutical company, it is the stronghold of the Templar Order," Grey said slowly. "Abstergo Industries is a relatively recent addition to their strength, only a couple decades old now. Oh, but there is still much to say before we speak of Abstergo."
<br>Tabbing up a few programs, he clicked several keys in a way to act as if he were hacking them up to learn their properties and false secrets, while he was simultaneously altering the settings of the computer to make it seem he were working to one that was viewing the screen. When that was over, he decided it was time for a tour of a random site. Connecting to the internet, he typed several random letters into the search-bar, and clicked the first link.
<br>Isaac gave a puzzled look, not sure what to say, but curiosity rising past his former stress of the destruction in the United States. "Tell me about the Templars, I thought that they were destroyed during the Crusades."
<br>It was some pharmaceutical company, several advertisements and images plaguing the page's home-plate. Isaac wondered if any breakthroughs were in the making, so he worked around with his soft-wares and went to the employee page, which concluded in a huge pop-up concerning log-ins. Sliding the image back to his command-program, he suddenly began a wave of seemingly random letters and numbers, as well as orders and symbols.
"That is what they would wish you to think, boy, they are masters of false words," Grey said in a way that evidenced his disgust. "How familiar are you with Adam and Eve?"
<br>Another screen shot from the browser, walls of numerical coding blasting across the screen, Isaac had hit a firewall that within itself held several more firewalls. Huge protection that was poorly located and and obvious clue that something was hiding, something important to someone. Pulling out of the system, he searched through the page for the contact section, hoping to find a way to access the core. Digging through to the company's email network, Isaac began what he knew would take the next few days of his testing time.
<br>"Eve stole an apple from the tree, and shared it with Adam, leading to them being kicked out of the Garden of Eden," Isaac said calmly, recalling the religious information he had read so long ago. "They had two sons, Cain and Abel. What does that have to do with the Knight's Teutonic?"
<br>Pulling up several applications, he began to use them with a coding system to search for the main firewall's vulnerabilities, while simultaneously searching through the student databases for information regarding this 'Company'. When there was nothing left for the trainee's permission to know, which was a suprisingly small amount, Isaac fell back to altering the unsuccessful codes to assist his programs.
<br>Grey smiled, pulling some papers from his desk and setting them down on the table before looking back at Isaac. "Well, let's just say that you have a lot to learn, then, a lot indeed," he said, glaring seriously down at the boy before him. "Let's step back then...Eden was actually a city more modern and advanced than we have today, and like the rest of the world, was run by people called The First Civilization, or the Ones That Came Before. These were beings that created the humans, advanced in the way that they had a sixth sense. We know little about them, besides the fact that the Humans didn't really like them. The Apple Eve stole, was an Apple of Eden, one of several creations of the First Civilization that displayed powers beyond belief. More on that later though, because the truth is that Eve and Adam had led the rebellion of the humans against their creators."
<br>A few days later, Isaac's connections found the system's weak point, updates flashing across his screen with a couple holes in the numerical data. Responding with a wall of commands and computer coding, he processed his way through the first wall of security, breaching to the next point. Working with his applications again, Isaac attempted to quickly pass over the next few barriers.
<br>Isaac simply stared while his body fell more and more limp within his seat. He wasn't sure what to think of what he was hearing; in fact, he thought that Grey might be insane for a few moments. "What..?"
<br>On September 10, Isaac had finally reached the email's core database network, under an anonymous user that would trace back to the company themselves. For the next few hours, he surfed through the higher-ranked messages, and read through some of the written plans.
<br>"I'm going to have to work harder to open your eyes, aren't I?" Grey questioned without expectation of an answer, irritation etching through his voice. "I suppose it's only expected that you would feel confused, you may just have to see for yourself. Perhaps I will show you our records on the information, but first we need to move on to get you caught up on other things."
<br>This was obviously not a normal company of medicine, there were hundreds of mentions of religion and history, as well as several emails through the system regarding a 'plan'. Reading through some of the private messages and historical entries, the boy grew in his shock.
<br>Isaac, shaking his head, rose back up in his seat and stared into Grey's golden eyes. After a few moments though, he nodded, scratching at the back of his head in the continuing confusion. "The Templars then."
<br>'...it happens tomorrow.'
<br>"Of course, the 'Knight's Teutonic', this one might be a bit more believable," Grey responded, squinting his eyes to see reaction. "Well, simply put to manage time, the Templars actually started with Cain, using his mark as their symbol. They believe in piece through control, wishing to advance the world to a better future no matter the consequences. They are responsible for the attack that occurred today, and they are the creators of Abstergo Industries. We will go into more detail about them in another instance, but there is one more thing. Opposing them since their beginnings are the Assassin Brotherhood, who believe in peace through Freedom. The never-ending war between them is the reasoning behind every conquest and major event throughout all of history. At the moment the Assassins-"
<br>'The democracy hangs by the thread of economy, the security to manage it all being its wall. Behind that, the leaders are nothing.'
<br>Suddenly bell rang, sounding as if it were in the back of the room, cutting off Grey's words and influencing him to rise. Walking back, he pressed down on something on his table while Isaac began to stand himself. "Time flies, you should get some sleep, your actual training starts tomorrow, Isaac," Grey said with his back facing the boy.
<br>'...flights have been chartered in Logan Airport, Dulls International Airport, and Newark National Airport, you know where they are going.'
<br>Isaac, nodding, turned and slowly forced his way down the staircase, nothing he was just told making a remote bit of sense to what he had been taught. Hesitantly reaching his room, he went straight toward his bed, siting down upon it and combing his hands through his onyx hair. Eventually laying back in his attempt at sleep, he began staring up at the ceiling trying to process all he had been told, without success. In fact, the thoughts kept him awake through the entire night.
<br>'After the sweep, the Brotherhood will be too wide-spread to fight back, we will have them on a string.'
<br>Isaac, looked up at the wall, not daring to turn around but too dumbstruck to do anything for a few minutes. The last few messages had all concerned Democracy and flights, and after a run-through of all the acquired information, the flights chartered all left the next day, and the mentions of something occurring then were alarming. Isaac was unsure what to think about the 'sweep', but he had some idea of what to look for next.
<br>Whatever the sweep was, Isaac hadn't liked the idea, everything sounded too suspicious as a whole. Pulling back from his connection, a new screen was opened to access the several flight-plans for the next day. It was most presumed that the flights would be early, if the plan had to occur by tomorrow. Searching aimlessly through the records, the boy was distraught to learn that all of the seats had been occupied.
<br>Still unsure of what he should do, Isaac brushed the ebony hair from his eyes, in a hope that he could see something on the screen he hadn't before, to no avail. Going back to the previous screen, he began surfing through the files that had been sent through the servers, copying them under the code of the system to make it appear that the network was simply saving the information.
<br>Glancing over the maps and pages, Isaac attempted to find a way to stop the flights from leaving the port. He saw mentions of a Brotherhood that the company was irritated by, but that was his only lead. Just as he was going to commit himself to another search though, the Mentor of the room called out to the students.
<br>"Testing is over, return to your rooms."
 
===Passing Flame===
The next morning, Isaac awoke to the screeching of the building's alarm, which was sounding demonically in a state of crisis. His room's television set was on, images sliding across it and videos playing that tore away comprehension. Two planes from Logan Airport had crashed into the World Trade Center. One plane from Dulls International Airport had crashed into the Pentagon. Another plane had crashed somewhere in Pennsylvania, and had been leaving from Newark.
<br>Suddenly, Isaac's door opened wide, the Transitions Director waving him to come along and follow. Tugging his sweat-shirt on, he quickly met the strangely quickened pace of the man before him. Following their entry to a room he had yet to come across, Isaac noticed several men sitting about an auditorium, curled around a center point. Hesitantly sliding to the center of the room, he stared up through his still tired auburn eyes.
<br>"We watched everything yesterday, we were monitoring with a new filter, and so your little trick failed to bi-pass the code, Isaac Morrow," one of the higher-seated members stated firmly toward him. "You are not in trouble though. Your work is the reason that the Newark plane crashed into Pennsylvania, and not a major center of work. It was headed for the White House."
<br>Isaac was unsure of what to say, simply staring blankly at the men around him, expression empty other than the confused appearance.
<br>"We know that you have many questions, and everything will be explained soon," another of the fancily-situated elders remarked. "But we congratulate you on your success in surpassing the next tier and becoming a true recruit. Your training begins with lessons in an hour, situated within the archive-chamber. Welcome to the Erudito Collective."
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Fanon Story 2=
Fanon Story 2=

Revision as of 05:14, 23 November 2012

  • I'm getting to it.

Chapter 2 - New Perspective
This room was much more elaborate than Isaac had imagined it would be, the computers so much nicer, all sorts of technology scattered about. The walls were tinted glass, and beyond them were layers upon layers of wiring pressed incredibly tightly and with unbelievable organization. The room itself was massive, scattered with probably hundreds of computer systems and various additions, huge memory cores and hard-drives, internet connections for each individual system, and even multiple monitors for single seats.
Seated around the room were a much older variety of workers, each of them having surpassed the entire tier-system already. Some of them were even adults, and Isaac was definitely a stand-out with the crowd, considering that only a few of his age-group were in the room. Escorted by his new Transitions Director to his seat, he was hesitant to fall back into the chair, overwhelmed by the entire environment.
His region, while being nearly the same as everyone else's, had four different monitors. Isaac had only ever worked with one, and had no idea how complex something would be that he would need to complications of four separate screens.
'At least I have a comfortable chair..' he thought to himself as he fell into the black leather. Above him was also a sort of fan, it was as if everything was planned out. Suddenly, one of the mechanical entrances swung back, a cloaked figure slid into view, pulling his hood back from his head. Staring through practically golden eyes, he glanced through at the students, squinting seriously before scratching at his beard.
"As all of you should know from the alarm earlier today, we are in a moment of red-alert..." he said powerfully, glaring around at us. "Four planes have crashed in the last few hours, each relatively close to the capital area of the United States. Two of them collided with the towers of the World Trade Center, and there is a confirmed 2000 dead already. Another went into the United States' Security
Structure, the Pentagon. The fourth hit the ground, thanks to some work we were able to arrange. It was aimed for the U.S. Capital Building, but was brought down." Isaac trembled in his seat, jaw practically twitching and his mind blank beyond comprehension. The others around the room seemed fine though, paying attention intently, their faces neither scared nor calm. Attempting to be like those around him, Isaac sat straight up, expressing a serious glare as he attempted to follow what he was hearing as those around him.
"In case you are wondering, it was a plan by the Templar Order, this much has been confirmed since last night, when someone was snooping in Abstergo's Email," the Mentor followed with. "Oh, and he is also our new trainee, Isaac Morrow." Pointing with his eyes, the man led the turn of the entire room toward Isaac, some people smiling, but leaving him feeling awkward. "Which by the way, needs to come to my office for his formal lesson. The rest of you, Sir William will present your assignments," the man said, turning around immediately and beginning to walk to the door.
As another man, much older in his appearance, stepped into the room, Isaac began to rise. Seeing that the other man was already leaving off, he rushed over the stair-railing to catch him, dashing past Sir William to meet the other at his side. Flicking his ebony hair, he straightened out his sweater and pants for a more presentable appearance. "Eh...Who are you?" Isaac allowed through his lips curiously.
"The Farmer, which is to say I am the Mentor of the Berlin Facility, which you know is this one," the man said as he pulled his black hood over his bronze hair. "My name to the students is Grey, or any variety of that. Mr. Grey, Sir Grey, Herr Grey, simply Grey, even the Mentor are the names the trainees call me. Oh, here we are, mind your step."
Another door sliding apart revealed a twirling staircase, the rise to Grey's office. Following him up, Isaac was left in awe to see the man's quarters, everything so elegant and rich. He had yet to see such wonders before, models of many kinds, and such fine woodwork and threads. Taking a seat in front of Grey's desk, Isaac practically sank in the rich cushioning, not even noticing that the Mentor had sat down.
"The...Ranchers would have had you training today, but I believe you would have been too far behind, and ahead," Grey said, his voice traveling well in the room. "You would be equal in hacking, yes, but your physical abilities statistically are remarkable. The only thing you are a step-back on consists of technological advancements to your original tier's access. I've decided you will be doing technological lessons with the others, but physical training will be in the field-agent grouping. In the meantime, there is a lot you should know to catch up."
Isaac stared blankly at the man, nodding at times to present that he was following, but not catching the words well as a whole. "What did I see yesterday?" "That is no ordinary pharmaceutical company, it is the stronghold of the Templar Order," Grey said slowly. "Abstergo Industries is a relatively recent addition to their strength, only a couple decades old now. Oh, but there is still much to say before we speak of Abstergo."
Isaac gave a puzzled look, not sure what to say, but curiosity rising past his former stress of the destruction in the United States. "Tell me about the Templars, I thought that they were destroyed during the Crusades." "That is what they would wish you to think, boy, they are masters of false words," Grey said in a way that evidenced his disgust. "How familiar are you with Adam and Eve?"
"Eve stole an apple from the tree, and shared it with Adam, leading to them being kicked out of the Garden of Eden," Isaac said calmly, recalling the religious information he had read so long ago. "They had two sons, Cain and Abel. What does that have to do with the Knight's Teutonic?"
Grey smiled, pulling some papers from his desk and setting them down on the table before looking back at Isaac. "Well, let's just say that you have a lot to learn, then, a lot indeed," he said, glaring seriously down at the boy before him. "Let's step back then...Eden was actually a city more modern and advanced than we have today, and like the rest of the world, was run by people called The First Civilization, or the Ones That Came Before. These were beings that created the humans, advanced in the way that they had a sixth sense. We know little about them, besides the fact that the Humans didn't really like them. The Apple Eve stole, was an Apple of Eden, one of several creations of the First Civilization that displayed powers beyond belief. More on that later though, because the truth is that Eve and Adam had led the rebellion of the humans against their creators."
Isaac simply stared while his body fell more and more limp within his seat. He wasn't sure what to think of what he was hearing; in fact, he thought that Grey might be insane for a few moments. "What..?"
"I'm going to have to work harder to open your eyes, aren't I?" Grey questioned without expectation of an answer, irritation etching through his voice. "I suppose it's only expected that you would feel confused, you may just have to see for yourself. Perhaps I will show you our records on the information, but first we need to move on to get you caught up on other things."
Isaac, shaking his head, rose back up in his seat and stared into Grey's golden eyes. After a few moments though, he nodded, scratching at the back of his head in the continuing confusion. "The Templars then."
"Of course, the 'Knight's Teutonic', this one might be a bit more believable," Grey responded, squinting his eyes to see reaction. "Well, simply put to manage time, the Templars actually started with Cain, using his mark as their symbol. They believe in piece through control, wishing to advance the world to a better future no matter the consequences. They are responsible for the attack that occurred today, and they are the creators of Abstergo Industries. We will go into more detail about them in another instance, but there is one more thing. Opposing them since their beginnings are the Assassin Brotherhood, who believe in peace through Freedom. The never-ending war between them is the reasoning behind every conquest and major event throughout all of history. At the moment the Assassins-"
Suddenly bell rang, sounding as if it were in the back of the room, cutting off Grey's words and influencing him to rise. Walking back, he pressed down on something on his table while Isaac began to stand himself. "Time flies, you should get some sleep, your actual training starts tomorrow, Isaac," Grey said with his back facing the boy.
Isaac, nodding, turned and slowly forced his way down the staircase, nothing he was just told making a remote bit of sense to what he had been taught. Hesitantly reaching his room, he went straight toward his bed, siting down upon it and combing his hands through his onyx hair. Eventually laying back in his attempt at sleep, he began staring up at the ceiling trying to process all he had been told, without success. In fact, the thoughts kept him awake through the entire night.

  • Assassins
  • Starting a few days before the end of AC3
  • Ancestor in World War 1, multiple POE contacts

  • I am getting to it.

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