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John PitcairnPrometheusFanon Story 2Fanon Char 2

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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.