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Travis

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(I wrote a short bit of fiction for ya'll. Enjoy!)

"The Phage are coming aren't they?" Lieutenant Rainer asked, looking at the red-orange glow seeping under the curtains of his hospital room.
 
"We can't stop them," said Doctor Julia, a tall woman in a lab coat with an armored vest on over top. "We just lost the last of the mk.III heavy tank divisions. My boss says that we've maybe twelve hours left before they break through. We won't be long past that."
 
Rainer wanted to clench his fist, but the drugs kept him relaxed. He barred his teeth instead. "I hope the Convectites are happy. Looks like they really did manage to bring about the end of days then. It is too late to carve 'I told you so' on the side of this building with a laser?"
 
Julia laughed, it was the hollow kind only used by the doomed. She took a shot of whiskey, the last of the bottle, before opening the metal case she'd brought into her room. Beginning her prepwork on a series of military-grade transport syringes.
 
"What's that for?" Rainer asked. "If you're gonna do me in before the end, I'd prefer it if you left me with a pistol instead."
 
Her eyes scanned the empty air in front of her, reading the augmented reality display only she could see. "That's the grand finale. And it'll be a machine gun if I can score you one. This..." she paused again, filling one needle from a bottle according to the secretive instructions. "This is one last middle finger to the Convectites."
 
"A berserker drug?" was Rainer's best guess. His broken back wouldn't be a problem if he was on the right juice. Though his lifespan past four or five hours would be. 
 
"Also not out of the question," Julia said, approaching with the first needle. She didn't ask his permission, just grabbed his wrist and stuck a vein. "Congratulations Lieutenant Rainer, you're the most genetically perfect, by which I mean least flawed, human male remaining. For the next several thousand years, you'll likely be the last as well."
 
He flinched at the monster needle sucking up his blood. "How's that work?"
 
She put the graphene syringe up, then jabbed him with the next one. "We have a ship here that we were going to send to planet Apollyon with a research probe. Now though, it has a human replication device." 
 
"A clone stamper?" Rainer asked with a raised eyebrow. "Those are super illegal." Now the electrodes they'd kept attached to his head all week made sense. They were backing up his mind, recording his skills, knowledge, and languages. He'd wondered why, to what end, since the recordings couldn't be used to transfer his consciousness or anything. No one was getting new skill map cybernetics in these final days either. If they were going to make clones of him though. Well, that made sense.
 
"It's not illegal when there's no more law," she said, finishing her extraction and locking up the metal case. "It'll land on Apollyon and print out... yous. And a few other genetically ideal specimens of humanity we've lucked into having here at ICA."
 
"So we're all still going to die to the phage then aren't we?"
 
She paused at the door, weaving slightly with drunkenness. "Yup. But at least we're firing off some the factory to make Adams and Eves into to the stars. Mankind won't die at least. Maybe."
 
Rainer let out a sigh. He'd had his hopes for a minute there. "Well, glad I could help. So when are you delivering my machine gun and battle drugs?"
 
Julia pushed back her messy black hair and winked at him. "After launch. Maybe I'll bring a pair of guns even. One for each of us."
 
"Well, at least the end of the world's gonna be a party," Rainer said.
 
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Very nice.  Tells a great story of desperation and hope being passing ships in the night.  Fits with the theme well. 
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Thanks. I took a lot of liberties with the world though. I hope you dont mind. It's amazing how many details must be determined when writing even a short short story like this one. (Like skill mapping cyberware. Mk iii heavy tanks. Berserker drugs. Thought encoding. Clone stampers. Etc...)
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RainerJulia.jpg 
Prototypes for Rainer & Julia

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Travis

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Cool! I dig Rainer a lot. He looks like a chill bad-ass
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I'm getting ready for the Kickstarter, which means cleaning up these stories for use as promotional material. Here's a new version of the Last Day at the ICA which should be accurate with all the official wiki lore and the character development here on the forums.

I also realized that the stories need to introduce crucial concepts of Gearstorm (like what the phage are and mankind's history). Not in great detail, but the tasty hints need to be there. So I've added some lines to this, first, story to make that happen.

Please let me know what you think or if I need to make changes. Otherwise, this is the final version of the story that I'll be posting to the wiki and to my website.

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This is a Gearstorm short story set in 2213 AD- during the fall of the ICA's Tetragon moon base. You can read more about the Gearstorm lore on the Gearstorm Wiki.


"The Phage are finally here aren't they?" Sergeant Major Reiner asked, looking at the red-orange glow seeping under the curtains of his hospital room. The water glass by his arm trembled from the rumble of distant explosions.
 
"We can't stop them," said Doctor Julia, a tall woman wearing a lab coat with an armored vest on over top. "We just lost the last of the Liger tank divisions. Command says that we've maybe twelve hours left before they break through the trench line. The end won't be long past that point."
 
"I can't believe we're in the twenty-third century and we're going to be done in by a zombie outbreak," Reiner said. "This should have been easy to beat."
 
"Well," Doctor Julia said as she looked over his medical readouts. "To be fair, they are fasting-evolving bio-mechanical zombies who are hell to vaccinate against." As if to underscore her point, Reiner glimpsed something gigantic as it hurled an entire tank clear of the Moon's light gravity.
 
Reiner wanted to clench his fist, but the drugs kept him relaxed. He barred his teeth instead. "I hope the morons on Earth are happy. Looks like their stupid world-war really did manage to bring about the end of days. Is it too late to carve 'I told you so' on this side of the Moon with a laser?"
 
Dr. Julia laughed, it was the hollow kind only used by the doomed. She took a shot of whiskey, the last of the bottle, before opening the metal case she'd brought into the room. Reiner eyed her as the doctor began her prep work on a series of military-grade transport syringes.
 
"What's that for?" Reiner asked. "If you're gonna do me in before the end, I'd prefer it if you left me with a pistol instead."
 
Her eyes scanned the empty air in front of her, reading the augmented reality display only she could see. "That's the grand finale. And it'll be a machine gun if I can score you one. This..." she paused again, filling one needle from a bottle according to the secretive instructions, "...is going to be liquid hope."
 
"A berserker drug?" was Reiner's best guess. His broken back wouldn't be a problem if he was on the right nano-juice. Though his lifespan past four or five hours would be.
 
"Also not out of the question," Julia said, approaching with the first needle. She didn't ask his permission. She just grabbed his wrist and stuck a vein. "Congratulations Tiberius Reiner, you're the most genetically perfect, by which I mean least-flawed, human male I have access to. In a thousand years or so, your clone might be the last human male as well."
 
He flinched at the monster needle sucking up his blood. "So we made it in time?"
 
"Yup." Julia said as she put the graphene syringe up, only to jab him with the next one. "We're launching the Vanguard as soon as all the necessary personnel samples are on-board. I'm going to visit Corporal Sato and Doctor Harvey after I'm done with you."
 
Despite his own certain doom, Reiner had to smile. He might be a mutineer with a broken back, but it had been worth it. The plan he'd been crippled for was going forward and just in time, too. A heavy rumble passed through the hospital wing, causing the lights to flicker wildly.
 
"I thought we were too low on fuel to launch the Vanguard to Apollyon," Reiner said, his mind going to the implementation of said 'operation: save us from ourselves.' Throwing the staff of the International Colonization Authority into cryo and jetting off in their mostly finished colony ship had been the plan until they'd learned of the fuel shortage.
 
"We were," Julai replied. "But we've been gutting it for the last three months while you've been in here. She's empty except for DNA, a clone stamper, and the materials needed to make a few people with basic colonization gear."
 
Now the electrodes they'd kept attached to Reiner's head all week made sense. They were backing up his mind, recording his skills, knowledge, and languages. He'd wondered why, since the recordings couldn't be used to transfer his consciousness or anything. No one was getting new skill map cybernetics in these final days either. If they were going to make clones of him though. Well, that made sense.
 
"A clone stamper?" Reiner asked with a raised eyebrow. "Those are super illegal and we cut off contact with Earth a while ago. How'd we get one?"
 
"I made it and it's not illegal when there's no more pesky laws holding me back," Julia replied, proudly. She finished up her extraction and locked up the metal case. "The Vanguard will get it to Apollyon and it'll print out... yous. Well, you and a few other choice specimens of humanity we've lucked into having here at ICA."
 
"So we're all still going to die to the phage then aren't we?" Reiner asked.
 
Julia paused at the door, weaving slightly with drunkenness. "Yup. But at least we're firing off the factory to make Adams and Eves into to the stars. Mankind will die, but we won't stay dead. I hope."
 
Reiner let out a sigh. He'd had his hopes for a minute there. "Glad I could help. So when are you delivering my machine gun and battle drugs?"
 
Julia pushed back her messy black hair and winked at him. "After the launch. Maybe I'll bring a pair of guns even. One for each of us."
 
"Well, at least the end of the world's gonna be a party," Reiner said.
 
The End
 
Written by Travis Bach. If you'd like to read more of my fiction, please check out travisbach.net
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So, was The Phage a bio weapon used in a world war ?
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