Entry Number Six. Part 1.

"Get up, time to work." I awoke with Veil poking me in the chest. It was around 5 am and this wasn't the military, Mercs got more sleep. I was extremely groggy and she flipped the bed over. My face felt like it was attempting to meld with the floor as I replied.
"You really think I'm ready? I don't even have arm-" I was cut off by her lifting me up, all I was wearing were some pajama pants.
"Forget about the armor already, this is a simple search and rescue. Someone lost their kid in the woods, get dressed." She walked out into the suite living room and plopped down on a the couch. She then began sipping coffee from a cup shaped like a human skull. How long had she been in the suite?
As I got dressed I opened my cabinet to find new clothes. An armored vest, gauntlets, and two pistols with matching holsters. They all fit perfectly; I strapped the holsters to each thigh and secured the pistols. Once I put on the vest covered in gun metal grey plates, a note fell out from somewhere on me. I picked it up from the floor and read.
For all those pesky bullets - Kurt

I couldn't help but read it in his Slavic accent. I miss Kurt, playing chess with him on my back porch, watching Battle Cruisers and Arena Bomb on the Holo-screen. Saying goodbye to him wasn't easy either. "I hope you find yourself out there." was what he said to me. I will never forget that. I have to remember to write him soon, If only to see what he is up to.

I opened my door to a duffel bag flying at my face. I wrapped my arms around it as the weight almost took me off my feet. I was starting to feel that objects flying towards me was going to become very common.
I opened my mouth to say something but Veil began to walk towards the door.
"Hanger bay 4. Dock 2. Look for Antonio," she said before walking though the archway that led to the elevators. I assumed she had something to do before we left. I looked through the duffel bag. Ammo for the pistols, 3 cylindrical bottles full of mineral water. At least that what it said on the bottles. I had never had the stuff before, and the bottles were the same black and grey colors as my armor. I was sure Id find out how it tasted eventually. The bottles had holsters with belt straps as well. There was also some software for my wrist computer. Combat logistics Installing was written on the screen when I put in the 1" x 1" chip. I guess this was my manual. There were some meals ready to eat and fire starting equipment. I packed it all up and headed for the hanger. I went through several six food wide corridors for several minutes. I got a few" good luck" nods and smiles from other people on the station that noticed my shiny new armor. Undamaged armor was a clear sign of being new. The fact that I was wearing it told them I was heading towards my first mission, or at least that It was still very early in my career.

As I walked I saw Dionna standing near an archway heading down another hallway. She waved me over.
"Sorry, Veil can be kind of vague sometimes. The frigate is this way." She started walking. I followed her.
""Frigate?"
"Yeah," she sighed. "We are going out of system for this one. Like most of our contracts, we got this one from the local militia on a colony world. Let me guess, never been in hyperspace before?"
I gulped.
"Don't worry, it is worse than breaking atmo, but its a ton quicker. "

We took a right through a door that slid up into the ceiling and walked out into the hanger on a platform suspended into the air that was covered with a glass arched ceiling. Rather than filling the entire hanger with air, this platform was all they needed for life support. The hanger was massive, my eyes struggled to see the ships in the far distance. If I remember correctly this was one of the six hangers that faced the outside of the station in the middle, making the midsection of Cathedral look like a giant hexagon building block when the hanger doors were closed.
The Frigate was the same sandy color as the station. Grey and brown stripes covered its hull, one stripe around its middle was white leading to a symbol of a downward facing sword with angelic wings growing from the hilt. IMG was written above the sword. The guild seemed to have an obsession with the old world. The ship was designed just as you would figure. It had an angled wedge for a front and the back was sloped. The comm array formed what looked like a mast, and the bridge was on the top. Had I seen it on the water it would look like just another nautical vessel. Were these amphibious to land on water worlds? If they were sealed for space flight, they were sealed for water as well.
"Ah a new face." This man had a Latin accent. He held out his hand.
I shook it. "Matthias."
"Captain Antonio Cappello. Right this way." He gestured towards the door and entered the frigate.
I stepped inside the airlock and we were sprayed by a mist of chemicals before the air was recycled and replaced with an ear pounding hissing. I cringed at the sound.
"You'll get used to that too, rook." The day was a day of firsts for sure. We walked down a thin corridor took a few corners and Antonio left us in the aft passenger cabin. "Strap in, we are crossing a few tidal rifts this trip," he said before heading to the bridge. I had read about the areas of hyperspace that had dark matter clouds with bolts of dark energy shooting through them. These bolts would create rifts in hyperspace, causing massive turbulence on the ship. Most routes would navigate around these clouds but some were far too vast. Ships would go missing in these tempests.

The aft passenger cabin had eight seats with straps. I sat down between Veil and Issac, Amye and Dionna sat across from us. Veil triggered a switch on the wall and a window slid open. The curvature of the earth came into view above their heads. Though my body told me it was morning, the sun was setting behind the earth. The frigate turned and I could see what was left of the light from the sun carving Cathedral station out of the darkness. It was a beautiful sight.
"Where are we going exactly?"
Amye spoke up. "The Altair System, its a cozy little world a lot like earth." She wasnt wearing her mask, unlike Veil. Amye had very mediterranean features. Amber brown skin, a jaw line carved out of stone and rose red eyes you could lose yourself in. If she didn't know over a hundred ways to kill a man, I might have been attracted to her.
"Yeah. If the earth had mile high rock faces jutting out of its crust in the middle of expansive plains," Dionna added.
"Its early development was, how you say, destructive?" she had a slight Latin accent. Amye tied her shoulder length black hair into a bun. "But its fine now, what isn't ocean is mostly forests." She then put her mask and goggles on.

I could feel the frigate rumble around me.
"Hyperspace acceleration in 10 seconds." It was Antonio's voice over the comm. The sound came from a speaker box on the wall. I instinctively looked at the box as it spoke the words. Its corners seemed to stretch and blur, the circular middle mesh looked as if it was being pulled in on itself. Was this hyperspace? "5 seconds. Portal forming. Four, Three, Two, One." An electric wave went by the window, one side of the wave dimming the curvature of the earth, the other side a black and silver mass of clouds and dust. As the wave enveloped the ship There was an intense tug at my center of mass, my insides felt as though they were turned upside down. The hull of the ship shuddered as it accelerated forward into Hyperspace.
"Nearing the tempest region. All view ports closing and sealing all decks." Just before the window closed I caught a glimpse of a million different portals opening and closing amongst the violet clouds, some of them spouting radiation and fire, others with ice forming out of thin air. Hyperspace portals being created just as fast as they were destroyed. This must be how the drive worked, taping into these openings and keeping them open long enough to get to the exact places they needed to be. The portals I saw seemed completely random. The space between the portals was a separate plane of space, one of the 11 dimensions of our universe known as hyperspace. I never thought I would have gotten the chance to see something like this. I wanted to puke, but that didn't diminish the amazing sight.
"Entering The Tempest Region," A loud screeching could be heard just out of earshot, like small creatures were trying to get inside the ship. A loud thud and then a rumble, the ship shook violently. I wish I could shake the hand of the man who invented safety straps. A cloud crack echoed though the hull and then a low rumble with light vibration.
"Exiting Tempest." Antonio sounded relieved.
"That wasn't so bad," I said.
"You don't even know what just happened, do you?" Veil responded.
Dionna scowled "To quote some of the first explorers, 'We roll the dice, cast fate to the wind, if we emerge safe we will praise the day we came out of the swallowing black'," she sighed.
"The tempest is full of random quantum fluctuations. A lot of ships don't make it through."
"1 in every 5 get swallowed." Issac added.
"Exiting hyperspace, prepare for deceleration." Everyone grabbed the hand holds on the seats next to our thighs.
The wave rolled across the hull again but this time in the opposite direction. My insides returned to their normal state, violently. It was a good thing I didn't eat anything before we left. The windows opened to the blinding light of two suns, I struggled to see anything and my retina burned purple dots filled my vision. A pair of sunglasses landed in my lap. Now I understood why they all were wearing them at all times. I put them on and my eyesight adjusted. I could now see planet Altair, its silvery land and blue green oceans. Everyone began unbuckling their safety belts.

"We gotta take a shuttle down to the planet, no landing pads for frigates." I nodded at Dionna's statement.

My eyes are getting tired. I have tomorrow to finish this post so I think I will hold off on the rest. I will continue this in the morning.

LOG END EARTHDATE 2219 January 1st




Entry Number Five.



"You are here for one reason, to change the outcome of wars. To bring peace where there is no hope of it." I went to a conference for new recruits in the morning. It was boring to say the least. Just more crap about doing what you were told. Staying loyal to the guild. There was a part about the freelancers out there. Merc's who left the guild and were going "dirty jobs" as the speaker said. Contracts that had them slaughtering innocents or capturing/killing endangered animals. Something stuck out for me at this conference though.
"We cannot allow people like this to continue their work. They disobey the principles of the Guild. Of humanity as a whole. Which brings me to my next topic." He was in robes. White with dark silver stripes coming up the arms connecting to a single stripe on the back which came up over the hood. The audience could not see the bulky man's eyes under the shroud.
At this point I sighed. It was nearing an hour now I had been in the Guild's concert hall. Surrounded by people close to my age that also had some curiosity. I think my curiosity had been beaten out of me yesterday.
"The Principles of our organization have been in place for 500 years. Here at IMG we cannot be too careful. We all must know the difference between right and wrong. But also the grey between. So begins the writ. Commit these words to memory. Repeat after me." He gave a motion for everyone to stand. He then opened a large book. Dust flying off as he found the correct page.
"I am not Evil." Thunderously across the audience the words were repeated. I myself couldn't help saying them with zeal. Who would resist the feeling of being a part of something?
"I am not Pure."
"I am not Lost."
"And I am not Found."

"I drift in a sea of uncertainty, from one place to the next. A being of neither truth or lies, Order or Chaos."
"I find the strength within, In myself, to do what I must. What I know to be the direct path."
"I am not Mercy, and I am not Malice."
"I not am the Beginning, and I am not the End."
"I am neither Sword nor Shield."
"I will never give up, and I will never perceiver."
"I will not create death, I will not breathe life."
"I have no Hate, and I have no Love."

"It is with my judgment and choice that I carve my destiny."
"I am Legionnaire."
"I am Mercenary."

The Councilor motioned for everyone to be seated.
"This writ was first spoken by the first Councilor of the guild. He intended everyone who took the oath to realize what they were and for every member to take their own meaning from it. That is all I will ask of you as well." He then got up and left. He never said his name. Over the intercom in the concert hall a voice rang out.
"You are all dismissed."

I was OK with that, I was never good with goodbyes ether. After the conference I went to meet the rest of my team at the "Kill-box". This time when I stepped off the speed lift there were walls in the room. As I walked up to one wall it slid down into the floor. Four people were behind it, I only recognized Veil. Veil and the other three were all standing in a line and pointing weapons at me. All of them fired. I was struck by a wall of rubber bullets and again found myself on the ground. A few minutes later I woke up, still in the Kill-box with three of them standing over me.
An older woman in emerald armor spoke first. "I thought you said you 'woke him up'."
"Yeah, I also told you that this probably wouldn't go over well. He is still getting used to his ability." Veil said in the same tone as before. I was beginning to wonder if she had good days.
"He's awake," these words came in a Russian accent from the other side of the room. I looked to see a man in blood red shimmering armor. He was taller than the woman by at least half foot.
The third new face was also wearing a mask and wearing deep purple armor to match. The armor was close to the skin and could easily tell this one was a female. This one didn't say a word as it offered a hand to help me up.
"Amye." She said. I looked at her and said my name.
"Thanks for not shooting my face." I said this too all of them.
The woman in green laughed. "You're welcome. I'm Dionna." I shook her hand. "That's Issac." she pointed to the man in red. "And you've met Veil."
I nodded and asked. "When do I get armor?" I had been thinking about that since I saw Veils armor and all the other members in the hallways. They all laughed. I expected this, being the new guy. But I wanted armor. This desire was probably from being all shot up.
"Once you build it or buy it. IMG personnel are expected to equip themselves. Thats the only way we get 90 percent of our pay." I was happy Dionna took my question seriously. That was when I realized she was the leader of my team.
"Being a Farseer will save you money in that department." Issac wasn't difficult to understand, but that was a really heavy accent.
"Issac set the cover again. Lets give him another try," said Veil. I could tell she was smiling under the mask.
"Its not like he will need it." He responded as he walked over to a panel on the wall.

What happened next took me by surprise. A room shot up around me. A door directly in front creaked open on hinges. It had been many days since I'd seen a hinged door. I walked through and found a wall of weapons. Pistols, Machine guns, rocket and grenade launchers.
"Choose one, and only one." Dionna's voice rang out from the speaker on the ceiling. At that volume I could hear that she was a smoker.
I walked along the row of weapons. Trying to pick the right one. What would a Farseer use? Veil had told me that I would be learning about what weapons meant for a Farseer. All the guns were by themselves, even the pistols. But I noticed two pistols that were together on the wall. She said to take only one. But these were together. Barrels facing up. 45 caliber. One pistol would not be enough firepower, but would be light enough to move around easily. The logical pointed to having two. I grabbed the pistols and put some extra clips in my pockets. The wall of weapons slid into the floor and there they were again. Ready to fire. They fired but this time the mussel flashes exploded outwards slowly. A flash, and then my mind blacked out again, but only for a few seconds, it was like a dream I saw... what I think were possible futures. Three of them. I take a wall of bullets head on. I take part of the wall as I jump to the right or I jump to the left and it misses me. A flash, and back to consciousness. I had barely enough time to move. I jumped and three bullets hit me in the stomach. I had jumped behind some cover. I wasn't accually sure if they wanted me to shoot at them. But I assumed and took a chance. I Jumped out from cover and rolled on the ground. My minds eye telling me where the bullets were headed. I ducked down as I pointed my right pistol at them firing. Issac went down. I lifted my left pistol and shot Amye in the face. She also went down. Slowly strafing to the right I began unloading my pistols into Dionna and Veil. A flash and another two predictions. I run out of ammo and plummet to the ground or I duck under cover and reload. The choice was simple.
I ducked behind a box that had risen from the ground. Rubber bullets pinging off of it. I reloaded both the pistols and jumped up. My brain knew where they would be, showed me and I used that information to fire one bullet from each pistol at each of their head. They both went down.
Grunting as she got up. "I think he is ready." Issac hit the button on the wall to lower the rooms and cover.
"Ready for what?" I asked.
"Your first Contract." Dionna stated with a smile. Her blue eyes glinting in the pale red light.

LOG END EARTHDATE 2218 December 31st

Entry Number Four.

I am now set up in my bunk, it is now day two on the Cathedral, Early morning, not much to do for a few hours. I figured I should write my first impressions down. First off, figured id mention the intense pain in my lower back and how my ribs feel like they are burning from the inside out; I will get to that later.

Coming out of the transport, first thing I noticed was the high ceiling and beams of light coming down. Everything in the room seemed to glean with a marble texture. I almost thought the interior wouldn't carry the medieval theme, but the inside almost made you forget you were in space. I hope that was the point. I'm sure people spent a significant amount of time in the station. I know if I ran the place, I'd want to avoid cases of space dementia. The whole room felt calm, serene. My soul felt at peace in this room. Thats when the thought of peace, security, calm, left my body completely. Even with how well lit the room was, I didn't see her coming. I got a sudden headache. Began to black out like I had when I killed those boys. But in prison I had learned to suppress it, I tensed my muscles. Fighting the feeling, the headache tearing my brain apart now. I continued to fight it. Until it dissipated. By the time I had gotten over it. There she was, standing in front of me, half in the shadow of the marble column I was standing near. She was wearing some sort of mask, that covered her face but allowed her wavy hair come out and around it. It was bronze with a blood red visor, so dark you could not see her eyes. She was as tall as I was, about 6" 1' . I knew someone was supposed to meet me when I got off the shuttle, I expected someone from the higher ups, to give me a tour or something. I was so very wrong. She stepped closer revealing a leather jacket with the same bronze metal shimmering in the light. On her right hip a holster with a huge revolver. Her armor was engraved with flames. I couldn't take my eyes off the gun.
"The fuck you looking at?" she said. her voice would've been pretty, if it weren't for the tone. She was annoyed. Obviously didn't like the job she had been given. "Look," she continued. "I'm from Black Halo, your training starts now, come with me. The speed-lift is this way, you'll have to get used to it eventually anyways."
My expression must have told her something. She put a hand on my shoulder and said that I'd be fine. She put her hand out. I shook it. Maybe the air was just cold, but her hand felt extremely warm. Even though the leather fingerless gloves.
"I'm Veil."
"Matthias Ingersoll," I stated. right now I'm not sure why I gave her my full name. Could've been the medieval surroundings, the 'don't screw with me' attitude she had. Or maybe I was tired of hiding, figure this was as good a place as any to start being the real me. She let go of my hand and started for the other end of the huge room.
"Its over here, other end of the Courtyard." They are really pushing this medieval thing. It was growing on me though. Really was starting to feel like another world. I followed her through an archway into a round room. Doors with numbers lining it. Doors One and Two had a green light over them.
"You take Two, I'll take One." I nodded and stepped up, the door opening as I did. There was a place to put my bags below the chair. I sat down and a screen that lowered in front of me reminding me to strap myself in. As I buckled the straps around my torso the door shut and a countdown started. Over the intercom Veils voice boomed. "We are going up, Level 4A." I didn't like the sound of "Level 4A Kill-box." that flashed on the screen. I heard rumbling. The lift became hotter and hotter, and suddenly shot me up twenty stories in a matter of seconds. Thats where the pain in my lower back came in. I hadn't known about the hand holds to brace yourself.

When the lift stopped the door opened to a dimly lit cavern it seemed. It really was just a box. A few thin windows ran up the right and left walls of the square room. The windows were tinted red, what little light there was turned the darkness a pale brown. There were blood splatters all over the walls where the light hit. The dark areas I couldn't tell what was there. With a name like "Kill-box" I assumed more of the same. the feint light was shining on something in the middle of the room. As I stepped out from the lift. It turned, revolver in hand. It was Veil. Her left hand flicked and a ball of fire erupted in her hand.
"Who you were. Your parents, siblings, hopes and dreams. They end here. Today you become who you always wanted to be. This is your initiation. " Her voice echoed off the walls. I wasn't in the mood for theatrics.
"But what are we doing exactly? I'm not even sure how the guild or any-" she cut me off.
"You are here, because society has deemed you, dangerous. Here at the IMG, we see that dangerous people are people of action, people who can change things, tip the scale and get shit done. I am a dangerous person. Such as yourself. I read your file Matthias, you are hyper violent when backed into a corner. Your instinct takes over. Your mind knows what it can do. But do you?"
"I know I'm dangerous. I don't want to be, I don't want to hurt anyone." She laughed at that. I was starting to feel unsettled.
"Matthias I know what you are, lets not beat around the bush. You. Are. A. Psych."
"Don't call me that."
"Call you what? A Psych? You are a mind-fuck. Your mind is fucked! So fucked that even you don't know how or why it does what it does!"
"Don't call me that, I'm not-" cut off again, this time by the heat on my face. She had brought her hand so close I could feel my skin cooking. A few seconds of it and I had to turn away. She holstered her revolver.
"You are a Psych. They cursed you! Your parents knew what you'd become, they did it anyway, told the doctors no, we want this. We want our child to be a monster!"
"NO!" I screamed as I went to attack her. She grabbed my arm, and seared the flesh. With her other hand she punched me hard in the gut. Her gauntleted hand hit hard and I crumpled to the the floor.
"They wanted me to be, me. They didn't want me tampered with." I said through a cough.
"Really? You really think that? Explain why they pretended you were normal until it was too late, until you killed that boy, until you crippled another.They could've taken action. " She was standing over me now. Her revolver drawn. "You have a brother, he is normal. He is a Marine. Even with his combat training and years of discipline, he will never be as dangerous as you. You are a monster. You. Are. A. Psych."
"I know." I said as I struggled to get up. My hands in fists.
"Now, we are getting somewhere." She went to punch me again. This time in the face. My head once again began to burn. This time more than before. Could've been the anger. The Fear. I felt out of place, out of mind. I knew I was going to black out, and hurt her, I didn't want to hurt her. Everything started to blur, started to slow down. It was as if I could grab her hand and direct it away. A flash, and then she struck. I almost didn't know what had happened. Why had I seen it twice? She went in for another blow. Everything a blur again, My head felt like it was going to explode. Everything was even slower now. I saw her fist coming at me. I went to stop her hand. I Pushed it away and kicked her in the chest.
She was startled and stepped back. "So fast. Faster than Amye, even," I could barely think through the pain in my skull.
"Lets try something else." She said. Right before shooting me in the chest. Knocked me completely off my feet. Rubber bullets. Didn't change how much it hurt. I clutched the spot it had hit as I groaned. The slug had been big, I could feel the welt growing. 50 caliber revolver even? This gal wasn't messing around.
"Hmm," She went to shoot me again. It was like she was in water. Slowly aiming down the barrel. I rolled. She missed.
"Haven't blacked out yet?" She asked, holstering her gun. I looked at her in amazement.
"That's right, you and I are the same. I'm a Psych. Well, not exactly the same. You can't do this." She put a wall of flame between us. and calmly walked through. The fire dancing around her, staying a good four inches from her skin. "Me? I'm a Pyromancer. You? You are what is called a Farseer."
All I could do was look at her. Ive heard there were other kinds. But I never thought I'd meet one. Even in the guild.
"I, I see things, horrific things. Then, then I black out. Only this time I didn't." I always blacked out. It never failed. All the memories coming back, the things I'd done. I was a monster. Every time I had blacked out and it was like something else had done those things.
"This is the kill-box. Its dark enough in here for your mind to focus on one thing. That thing is me. They call it the kill-box because sometimes a Psych cant handle their power and there is only one way out. People die in here all the time. As you can see, they usually don't have time to clean up the place."
"You're saying I black out when there is too much to focus on?" I said as I got off the floor. It made sense. My mind would overload in a stressful situation too much happening, couldn't focus. "Right, don't worry, with training. You will get better. We still don't know your range."
"My range?"
"How far you can see into the future."
"I see into the future?"
"My god they didn't tell you anything! You are 20 years old! Your parents never told you?"
I just shook my head like a confused little boy. My head was still spinning. She knew so much about me already. I knew nothing about this person.
"A Farseer can see into the future, some of them can see really far, months or weeks. Others, see the direct future, minutes and seconds." I couldn't see her face but her body loosened. "I'm fully trained, and you just blocked a punch from me. Green as grass and already you can go toe to toe with a fully trained Merc. With time and training. Imagine what you will be able to do."
"I don't want to hurt people. I want to save people."
"Soon you will realize those are one and the same." She turned and walked out to the Lifts. Leaving me with my headache and a million thoughts surging around my mind.
I am. A Psych. I can see the direct future. Tomorrow I'm learning about weapons and what they mean for me as a Farseer. Part of me wants to go home. But I know there is nothing for me there. This needs to become my home. People like Veil can help me. So first impressions? Still figuring that out. My ribs hurt.

LOG END EARTHDATE 2218 December 30th