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Warmth and ChillAfter a short announcement over the dome-wide intercom system, there was a moment of silence. A commemoration of the day that humanity nearly was extinguished from this world and the passing of the man who provided our people with the warning and means to withstand the danger that faced them.
Several years ago, scientists studying the sun began noticing small fluctuations in the energy of the core reverberating all the way to its surface. The scientists noted and kept watch for more of these variations in energy for a couple years, however red flags began raising when these fluctuations became increasingly powerful. Four years after these occurrences began, Dr. Glazdon Letaro, the head of the Outer Space Solar Analyzation and Research Department (OSSARD), began formulating a theory that in fact the core of the Sun was in fact reaching a limitation in its processes yet unknown to science. He felt that the worst case scenario would be that the core or the sun was tearing itself apart and would eventually destroy itself. After working further into the possibilities, he put his findings into a presentation that included possible scenarios and even went as far to include potential solutions and preventative measures. He brought his findings before the House of Representatives but they did not feel that there was enough truly supportive evidence to prove even the best case in his findings. Another year passed and the fluctuations continued to worsen as if the star was suffering from an internal battle. With more data, Glazdon decided not to make the same mistake twice and took his findings to the United Nations. With his improved presentation and an included live feed from a satellite telescope showing the shifting light and energy of the star, representatives were still skeptical. However Russia and Germany agreed that it was better to be prepared for something as dire as this and the remaining countries followed suit.
Preparations were made and the instability of the sun increased. Resources were set aside and the foundations laid for the preventative measures and for a time nothing significant happened. But on August 16th, 2010, the worst thing that could have happened…did. Like a magic trick, the Sun winked out of existence and a moment later a blinding flash of light exploded out and disappeared just as quick. Scientists dismissed the secondary explosion as an ambient energy release from the density of the Sun’s collapse. Fortunately there was ample time to prepare and domes were erected around the world’s larger cities and their surrounding areas. The science behind the counter-measures is relatively simple, but at the same time the logistics necessary for such feats is difficult to fully understand.
It’s been 1400 years since that day and technology has advanced significantly. The domed cities have emergency self-repair systems and are connected by vast underground networks that are protected from the frigid cold the planet now finds itself in. Heat is created by small artificial suns at the ceiling of each dome, placed in special spherical housings that block the ultraviolet radiation as well as automatically shade to mimic the sun’s passage through the day back when it was still present. Culture however has not advanced quite as much and many of the styles and practices from that era are still used. Holograms, highly advanced medicine, and many other breakthroughs have been made. Also with the fall of the sun, mankind’s subconscious need for battle and combat has been relatively quelled and replaced with survival and advancement. However in the interest of self protection and forethought should a threat ever arise, they continued and advanced their weaponry and military strength as a background project. In the process, police and military positions merged into the same designation with the more isolated lifestyle humanity now lives. Firearms are still projectile based but are optimized to where the strength of a Desert Eagle is packed down into a 9mm without the drawbacks. Similar comparisons can be made to the other grades of firearms (rifles, shotguns, etc.).
It is fortunate that their fighting power was kept relatively current as a new enemy has risen that thrives in the cold of the outside world. No one knows where they came from or what they’re after, but they have shown to have the power of manipulation over cold temperatures, able to produce and utilize ice as well as create concentrated winds using pressure changes caused by the lower temps. The name that has been given to them is the Caldaj, and the defining feature that seems to attract the most attention is their almost glowing ice blue eyes. The attacks have been completely random by all appearances so far. The foot soldiers of the enemy have significant stamina and endurance (It takes about half a clip of ammo in the chest to incapacitate them) while shadowy figures that appear human in form have been spotted in the background and are believed to be the leaders of this force. The domes that have been attacked recover and study what happened, even retrieving specimens of the enemy soldiers. However dissections have yielded no findings on how they are able to control the cold temperatures with such precision. For now measures are being made to protect against such attacks, but they have yet to be put into place and with no telling when and where the next attack will be there are currently no real countermeasures except putting as many holes in as many enemies as possible.
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Colonel John Varson opened his eyes after the moment of silence and looks around for a bit at his office before picking up his pen and signing the remaining papers and reports sitting before him on his desk. He sighs and places the papers in the outbox at the upper corner and sets his pen down and leaning back in his chair. He lifted his arm and looked at his watch, 6:00PM and "sunset" soon to approach. She smiles and stretches a bit.
"Another day gone by without incident, it's mind numbing."
John was a relatively laid back but always open and friendly young man throughout his life. Now 29 years old, his personality may not have changed much but that has not seemed to have an effect on his career. In fact, his calm disposition and strong work ethic has pushed him quickly through the ranks of the military-police. Despite all of this, his personal quarters aren't always in the best condition and his appearance isn't always picture-perfect. Fortunately his subordinate is there to keep him in shape. Back in the first attacks by the Caldaj, John managed to track down one of the enemy troops. When there was nowhere to run, the creature made an odd and seemingly suicidal attack, charging at John with claws ready and surrounded in a chilling aura he had yet to see or read in any reports. Lt. Colonel Varson managed to shoot the creature twice in the head with his sidearm and kill it, but in the process received a deep set of 4 gashes from its claws diagonally down from his left side across his lower chest and stomach. The gashes felt terribly cold and when he woke up in the hospital a couple days later, the doctor told him that an unknown radiation of some kind had affected his body. The results of the attack had left Colonel Varson with 4 long scars, a purple heart, a promotion to Colonel, and a new ice blue eye color in his left eye identified with the Caldaj. (One eye is ice blue, the other is the normal dark brown/black)
(To clarify, there was only enough energy infused from the strike to physically alter his eye color. Colonel Varson does not have any resistance to or ability to use ice attacks or anything similar or advantageous.)
Entering the room with almost ghost like silence, 25 year old Alexis Hidaka stands in uniform in front of the Colonels desk. 'Alex' as she's commonly referred to as, is a more strict and orderly young lady, contrasting the colonels flaw in organization nicely and keeping him in proper posture. A war orphan from one of the larger attacks, Alex joined the armed forces at an early age as opposed to becoming an orphan and being adopted. This caused her to progress faster through the armed forces due to her learning everything on paper before she was able to actually join official classes. She stands at about 5"8 and has had training on policing duty, which allows her to carry a sidearm even when being 'on duty' simply means doing paperwork all day, which she hardly minds.
"If your work is all done sir, I can distribute it accordingly and bring in the documents for tomorrow morning. I would suggest you check morale. Although this is a day of mourning, it's depression can far outlast it's stretch of day."
"Should be a day of celebration, or everyone would have been dead."
He picks the papers up from his desk and holds them up to Alexis with a smile.
"Thanks Alex. And leave tomorrows work where it is. I've seen enough black and white for one day."
The young blonde, hair tied up snugly behind her head, minus bangs, takes the finished paperwork with both hands, then holds them under her arm. The Lieutenant never usually gave much thought into whether this day should be thought of mourning or celebration, since she was usually too wrapped up in work and preparation for the various events that took place on this day, though mixed feelings from both sides seem to spark relevance to her.
"Will you be attending tonight's festivities?"
"I wouldn't miss a chance to see you out of uniform. And I really do need to get out of this office."
He stands up from his chair and stretches a bit.
"If I wasn't so sure you could monitor my transfer papers, I swear I would have requested it months ago."
She sighs, her slight eyebrow raise and smirk reflecting the humor behind her words.
"The events start at 1800 hours. Should I expect to have to judge your appearance at 1750 so you don't make a fool of your self again, sir?"
"I wouldn't have called that as making a fool of myself, I thought they went well together and you managed to salvage it anyway. Besides, I'm going to try extra hard to look good tonight so that you can enjoy yourself as well."
Alex salutes and tightens her grip on the Colonels paperwork.
"I will rendezvous with you at the designated tables for those under your section of command if that is all, sir."
He smiles and walks around his desk towards the door to his office, grabbing the coat off the hook on the back before opening it for Alexis and himself, of course gesturing ladies first.
Looking at the clock, Khan realized it was almost time. He doesn't remember last years celebration but he knew the importance of the event and all that led up to it. The gun was put in its case, the armor dusted and stored, his revolver stayed at his hip as he set out. Fatiuges for pants, and a black shirt, his dogtags, revolver ready at his hip. Besides the armor and DMR, it was all he was given when he woke up, it's all he would take. While taking one last look in the mirror he runs his privliged hands through his copper hair. "It won't be long. Soon I'll have new orders" His green eyes glaring back at himself. "Nothing else matters"
Alex nods slightly and steps out first into the hallway with her documents in arm. After one last nodding goodbye gesture, she begins to leave to her respective destination to deliver the paperwork :3
"Have a good afternoon, sir. I will see you this evening."
"See you tonight."
He shakes his head and grins as she rounds the corner.
"I think I'm getting through to her."
Also he's saluting
Varson indeed follows out of the offices soon after Alexis. He holds his coat on his arm and heads towards the exit so that he can head home as well and get ready for the evening's event.
Khan doesn't have any transportation, but he's also prepared. He knows on foot he'd make it before the start.
The young teacher walks into her apartment and lays her jacket on her couch as she walks into her bedroom and looks at the mirror the young women is 24 year old Coral Waber. Standing at only 5'3 she wans't the tallest but her dark blonde sholder length hair and peircing green eyes always caught some ones attention. She sighs a bit as she looks at a picture of a young girl and her mother that is stuck in the corner of her mirror. She just shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath as she turns and gets ready for the evening's events
(That just took me almost 15 minutes to type because the computer is so slow it wouldn't keep up with my typing so i could see if i made any spellings errors which i proably did)
As he meets Alex in the hallway, she salutes him back while continuing to walk.
"At ease, soldier."
"Yes ma'am." Khan barely goes "at ease" his arm drops but he still stands at attention once she's got a lead on him he turns and follows her out practically marching
Apollo sits next to the window of the cafeteria and looks out at the city as the light begins fading, a bottle of tea in his hand.
As the time to depart draws near, Alex finishes getting ready, sporting a red formal shirt with a black skirt with a gold necklace accenting both the shirt and the Lieutenants blonde hair, which is somewhat curled behind her with crimped bangs parting in one direction over her radiant face. She wears matching heels for her bottom, though doesn't go overly fancy with them, and finding her lips an acceptable shade of red already, decides to leave them as is. She wears a thin black coat over her attire as she heads to her car, purse in hand, ready for the nights festivities.
Alex's attire :3
Varson rides up on his motorcycle and parks it at the corner of the block before hopping off and walking towards the entrance to the building where the commemoration party is being held. He walks up the few steps and inside before looking around a bit.