The Fleshscape Tendril that was smuggled into the Gourd by members of the terrorist organization identified as the “Blue Birth” a fringe group who espouses deeply troubling misanthropic beliefs and anti-corporate and governmental ideas. Although the Ministry had been keeping an eye out on their activities, even receiving support from American Intelligence Agencies, as the “Blue Birth” organization had originated in the continental United States, the group had still managed to import a dormant tendril from the Fleshscape, a biological mega structure found within the Indian Sub-Continant.
The Gourd
The Gourd was a large hollow pocket that had become an overcrowded and packed favela, an intricate network of organically built homes constructed with salvaged materials and within the infrastructure of the Floating City. Known as the Free City within the maintenance level between The Floating City of Atlantropa and the Gulch below. It was always considered a place where the people of the Gulch could live free from the indentured servitude of the Corporations and the criminal extortions of the Syndicates. During the Gulch War with the Mortali Knights countless thousands fled to the Gourd as the war raged on. It is unknown as to exactly how, but a dormant tendril found its way into the Gourd, yet speculation of a terrorist plot as the main culprit of the infection is gaining traction.
Initial reports of an outbreak of a disease were noted by the Humanitarian Aid Organization, a group funded by the Blackslate Corporation, which focuses on providing medical aid and essentials to the impoverished areas of not just the Floating City, but also the Gourd, the Outer Ring, and the Gulch. Although flagged as concerning, not much was able to be done, as the Gourd does not fall under the jurisdiction of the Government of Atlantropa, the Corporations, or the Ministry. This initial outbreak of Stratos Fever was noted a month prior to the catastrophic events that led to the rapid spread of the Fleshscape Tendril across the Gourd. According to reports from the HAO, cases of disappearances, violence, and sudden deaths began to ramp up leading to the mass outbreak of the hostile biological organism.
The Reap With is Sowed
August 1st 1926
It has been approximately 2 weeks since the rapid outbreak of the Stratoforms across the Gourd, the initial infection however is speculated to have begun approximately a month prior. The Ministry of Internal Affairs with assistance of the Blackslate Corporation and Minerva Health Care Corporation, have launched a joint mission to secure the access points to the City above and the Gulch Below. The initial wave of refugees from the Gourd have been quarantined and kept secure in several camps across the Maintenance Network, run by Blackslate and Minerva. Estimates using the census information of the HAO are bleak, as approximately 93% of the estimated total population of the Gourd, which is thought to be in the hundreds of thousands, has been lost. Most of the fatalities came from the explosive outbreak of the Stratoforms, rather than the initial disease phase. It is estimated furthermore that there is still a small number of survivors within the infected area.
The Blue Birth Movement
A deeply troubling group, whose mission is the total extinction of mankind. They are considered a nihilistic-misanthropic ecological terrorist organization, by the BAVM (The Bureau of American Values and Morals) and the larger American Intelligence community. Their origins trace back to the Reclamation Period during the early 19th century, as a far more radical splinter group of the Indies, the Indies being a collective term used to umbrella the various separatist movements that attempt to fracture the United States of the Americas. Formed primarily by "Canadian" Rebels, the Blue Birth Movement has been operating from the remote lands of the Canadian north, often being responsible for terror attacks, kidnappings, and assassination plots across the Free Canadian States. They have recently also begun to operate within the Floating City of Atlantropa, with several of their members withdrawing to it yet still coordinating with their continental members.
Address to the Canadian Autonomous State, by the Provincial Governor Kelvin.
“On this eve we remember the tragic and heartless act of cowardly terrorism enacted by the so-called “Free” Canadians, yet I ask you all, why must they label them such as that? Are we not free? Are we under the yoke of the vast and terrible American Empire? Have we not the right to vote for our own leaders, our own policies, the men from Washington do not interfere with our domestic affairs. The Americans have been our greatest allies in this new age. On this day, the Blue Birth Movement, a radical organization claiming to fight for Canadian independence from the United States, released deadly nerve agents into the metro system. The perpetrators used improvised explosives strapped to their bodies to collapse the entrances. Over five thousand innocent civilians died that day… were they not Canadians too? It is time we stop pretending they are more than just a vile misanthropic and nihilistic organization that must be stopped."
The leader of the Lucky Seven office, a man that has worn many hats throughout his career, from street urchin, a wannabe detective, the personal body guard of the Minerva CEO, a fixer, a package courier,a federal agent, an agent of the ministry, and finally back to being a fixer. Yet throughout all of his time he has always been driven to try and save people, that is what led him to wanting to become a fixer, someone that puts down monsters. This altruism has gained him many friends, but it also led to the bankruptcy of his office. If it wasn't for the help of his wife Genevieve and her encouragement to pursue his passion again, he likely wouldn't have had the means to open the office and gain a license again.
Although he is fully aware of the dangers he is going to face in the Gourd, he willingly steps up to dive into it, as the danger it presents to the city is too large to not act upon, as selfishly, it is also a danger to Genevieve and their daughter Theresa. Equipped with a cutting edge Minerva EVO Suit, he is dispatched with a mission to find the source of the Tendril, locate any survivors, and if possible open the partially open “Janus” Gates, massive openings that can allow the salinated sea water into the Gourd.
The Warden, charged with leading the Ministry's armed forces in defense of Atlantropa and its interests from the threats within and outside of its borders Blackwater is known for being a cold and cynical man amongst the already detached figures within the Ministry, he attempts to project the power and dignity of that the City was meant to have. Yet over the centuries this splendor has been stained, tarnished, and clouded as the world beyond the Atlantic Ocean began to rapidly industrialize, the Americans rose from their Layered shelters further breaking the balance and the Atlantropean hegemony. He looks at the absent leadership of Elijah, the Prime Minister, the passive ways of Minister Mordecai the spokesman Elijah, it disgusts him. He believes himself to be the only one capable of taking on the burden of leading the City to a future free from the strings of outside actors.
Born stricken by the terminal disease known as Cognitive Consumption, a condition in which the body is afflicted by an over production of Cognition which slowly burns the extremities of an afflicted individual, Lucretia was not expected to survive past ten years of age due to this condition. Yet she would not die, as she would receive the radical treatment known as the MARs Treatment, which gave her a second chance at life. She would undergo a total Cerebral Spinal Transplant into an American made Civilian Core, a perfect synthetic body, a treatment so expensive that only the elites of the Corporations or the Ministry can bankroll without a life long debt.
Her adoptive father Jonah Blackwell in his humble role as a Ministry worker has done everything to give her a good life, even though she is a slightly rebellious young woman, one that is associated with the activist WISH13 group, she truly sees him as the world's best dad.
Stratoforms
The name given to the creature produced by the Fleshscape, the name was given to them by the Americans once they were able to correlate the Fleshscape with archival reports held by ARKO (The American Record Keeping Office) of similar incidents related to a condition known as the Stratos Fever. Stratoforms are not undead creatures, despite their ghastly appearances and contorted forms, they are wholly living creatures that are birthed from the Fleshscape. With specific strains being created in response to outside stimulus, such as more predatory creatures in response to hostile actions.
Human Stratoforms
Created primarily from human biomass, these creatures have disturbingly vestigial traits, such as faces and hands. They are all highly aggressive and appear to be single mindedly attempting to spread the infection further.
Impaler
One of the more numerous strains and among the first to be sighted and reported on during the build up to the mass outbreak event. They appear mostly human, with broken and reshaped legs that give them a digitigrade stance, their arms twisted and elongated into sharp singular points. It is noted that it is best to attempt to shatter their pelvic bone, as an ammunition conservation strategy, as they are unable to drag themselves effectively with their stubbed arms.
Raptor
A particularly troubling strain, the raptors are notable for their ability to coordinate their attacks and actions, often trying to separate and ambush a single target. They have been seen hunting other strains as well. Physically they are still distinctively human, but their neck, shoulders, back, and head muscles have been strengthened to support their reformed skull. Which is bony and ends in a sharp beak like structure, furthermore their legs have also been reshaped like the Impalers, yet far sturdier and ending with sharp talon like protrusions. Their arms appear to have become more vestigial, resting closely to the chest for added protection of it. It is recommended to engage them at distance, targeting the legs and or pelvic region to immobilize them.
Slitherer
A disturbing strain, the Slitherer are strains that mimic the form of snakes, in which the human body has been elongated and stretched out to allow it to slither in through vents and pipes that other forms can not fit into. As long as the still human-like head can squeeze through, the rest of the body can too. They prefer to ambush their victims by waiting patiently and dropping down on them and constricting them to death. Thankfully they can be easily dispatched with the destruction of their head, unfortunately they are very mobile and hard to hit.
Imposter
Capable of mimicking human speech to an extent, but their elongated and torn vocal cords give them away. The imposter is a deceitful strain, capable of appearing almost human at a distance and its harrowing screams for help almost could pass for that of someone in dire need. Yet upon closer inspection they are wrong, the limbs hang at odd angles and the head is not placed in the right way. When dealing with an Imposter it is best to avoid it if possible, as each individual limb serves as its own Stratoforms, if need be to confront it overwhelming fire power is needed.
Blood Brute
A strangely alien-like strain, that was responsible for the deaths of the initial recon team. It is a massively built creature whose body is extremely muscular, its head is bulbous with small eye slits and large gummy grins with crushing teeth. Its upper body is generally human, but its lower body is that of a tripod, despite its strange leg configuration it is incredibly fast. Heavy fire power is needed to take down a Blood Brute.
Animal Stratoforms
Stratoforms created primarily by use of animal biomass.
Injector
A small flying creature, the injector was among the most numerous strains during the outbreak, swarming and killing people. Yet their numbers have sharply declined within the Fleshscape as the lack of potential prey have made their large numbers redundant. Upon inspection it is clear that the Injectors were primarily composed of the large cat population within the Gourd.
Seekers
Quadrupedal creatures with slender elongated skulls that end in a long stabbing tongue like muscle used to laceratate and spread the Stratos Fever. Unlike the injectors that served a similar initial purpose, the seekers have been encountered within the maintenance tunnels preceding the arrival of other Stratoforms. Seekers upon inspection were made from the large dog population within the Gourd.
"Shesha" Fleshscape Tendril main growth node within the Gourd. Named by professor Matters after the primordial serpent found within the beliefs of the people of the Fleshscape. From what information has been able to be recovered from the initial recon team sent in, Shesha appears to still be in its early stages of development and will only grow exponentially more as more time passes. As of now it is a monstrous size already, with its true serpentine length being unknown. However it is undoubtedly connected directly to the growth node, if that is able to be destroyed Shesha will die with it.
The Apple of the Golden Deity
During the events of the Penumbra War in the 19th Century, a cult known as The Beautiful People manifested into reality a being of immense Cognition, an artificial deity which would usher in a new age of transcendent beauty and perfection. Through the ritualistic consumption of the flesh of the Apple, they would bring about this change. Thanks to the efforts of the Ministry and its allies the Beautiful People were slain to the last and the Apple was thought destroyed. Until the rediscovery of the corpse within the Gourd.
A Cruel World
The Minister Blackwater had been made aware of the actions of the Blue Birth Movement, but he purposely suppressed the information, instead he aided them by giving them access to a dormant Fleshscape Tendril. Guiding them under the name Deep Root, he orchestrated their release of the Tendril, as it would be reactivated upon reaching the vicinity of the Apple, a strange phenomenon observed during the Penumbra War. The Tendril would grow around the Apple and heal it through the mass consumption of the biomass within the Gourd.
Harvest
Roland had played his role, successfully killing the juvenile tendril creature known as Shesha, the guarding of the healing entity within the central node. His usefulness to Blackwater's plan has reached its conclusion.
Powershifter (RAW)
Blackwater: It's a shame you won't live to see the new world... but then again, who lives forever.
Roland stood up, the Janus Suit's Systems compromised by Blackwater's attack, Roland drifted inside the fluids of the now dead Fleshscape Heart, the thrusters dormant as his Oxygen recycling system fell to the reserves.
Spite: Hey don't you even think about dying, you know Genevieve is going to super kill me if you do!
Roland: Spite?
Spite: In the suit's OS genius, did you really think I didn't have a back up plan? Geez ya take me for an amateur here!
Roland: He's getting away...
Spite: Well? Are you just going to lay down and die! Rebooting the Suits Systems, this is going to sting!
The suit came back to life, the thrusters roared as he rocketed out of the stagnant blood. Landing on the now rapidly necrotizing surface.
Blackwater turned around to see him, placing down the body of the Apple.
Blackwater: You should have just accepted your fate, Fixer.
Roland: What the hell are you planning to do with that thing?
Blackwater: It doesn't concern you.
Blackwater drew his sword and it crackled to life again with blue lightning, he was going to attempt to short out the suit again. Roland drew his gun, shooting Blackwater in the head, the bullet grazing the side of his golden helmet.
Spite: Kind of impressive you missed like that.
Roland: I did that on purpose, you got the drop on me, that won't happen again, step back from that thing Minister Blackwater.
Blackwater: You don't understand, this is an Apple, with its power, her power, even now as a corpse, we will be able to secure a place for Atlantropa in the coming storm. The world is a powder keg, and as things stand now we are doomed to become puppets of the Americans.
Roland: That Apple was ground zero for this outbreak, how many lives that claim in under a month, to many.
Blackwater: That is where you are sadly naive, the Gourd was a drop in the ocean, I would gladly sacrifice another 100 thousand lives to save 1 billion.
Roland: Did you know?
Blackwater: I was aware that the fools of the Blue Birth Movement had been tampering with something here, I was.
Roland: And you did nothing!
Blackwater: It was necessary for the plan.
Roland: A real good plan wasn't it!
Blackwater: Simple minded fool.
Blackwater placed down the container carefully, as he raised his sword to meet Roland. Spite whispered into his ear.
Spite: Shot the damn container, he's here for it right.
Roland fired off two shots at Blackwater who managed to evade them as he quickly closed the gap. His sword flew straight at Roland's neck, only to miss the mark as Roland stepped into the coming attack evading by going right, leaving him open to fire at the container.
It hissed as it opened up. Blackwater turned to look over at it. The half remaining corpse of the Nu-Deity fell out of the container. A strange hue and iridescent light emitted from it, as the multicolored blood flowed from her. Blackwater and Roland both transfixed on it, as Spite yelled.
Spite: Roland we have to get out of her the Cognition Spillage is rising dramatically! The suit won't be able to protect you! Roland!!!
Roland came to, he was surrounded by vegetation, a lush garden, Blackwater was also standing still watching the now cocooned Apple.
Spite: Hello! Earth to Roland, you have been standing still for like a whole hour you idiot! We have to go! The Cognition spillage is insane! Not to mention the Gates could give way any moment now! We don't have time to just stand around!!
Roland: Right, let's go...
Roland shook his head, his legs stiff.
He looked at Blackwater.
Spite: Leave the psycho to die!
Roland: He's a minister, we can't just.
Spite: Oh my God, you have to be kidding me!
Roland threw a rock at Blackwater, shaking him out of his stupor. He looked behind him at Roland, Roland was already making a run for it. A massive crushing noise came from the eastern ends of the Gourd, the Gates were giving way now as the dead tendrils rotted away.
The Gourd Turns (RAW)
Roland Gently floated up, resting on his back as the water leveled. The emergency floater system made for a relaxing surface.
Spite: That was enough heroics for me, for the rest of my life!
Roland: Yeah, it's over, are the comms working again?
Spite: Should be, probably needs a quick reset… I'm going to break it to ya.
Roland: What?
Spite: Genevieve is expecting again.
Roland: What!
Roland sat up.
Roland: I don't even know what to say! Thank God I didn't bite it down there! Woooooah!
He leaned back again with a big splash.
Genevieve came through.
Genevieve: You told him first didn't you! You little wretched Rabbit!
Roland: It's true!
Spite: Yep!
Genevieve: MIssion accomplished by the way!