Sons of Pluto

Tyrazial · 05-23-2007, 11:28 AM

Aidan flexed his hand, stretching it back and forth repeatedly. He stared out the window of the transport. Silently, the vehicle sped across the cosmos, using gravitic engines to propel across distances at incredible speeds. Patented as safe, it had been the staple of spaceship travel for hundreds of years. Not that it made Aiden feel safe.

He stood and moved back to his cabin. Displays showed the autopilot's estimation of the travel time. Aiden took note of that as he moved to the back of the craft, and in to his quarters. Some might consider it a cramped lifestyle. A bed large enough for Aiden was the only piece of furniture the room. A fold-down table protruded from the wall, a variety of data pads on it. In the corner, a small sink added the last bit of decoration to the room.

He laid down on his bed, reaching for one of the pads off of the desk. He scanned over the information displayed on it. He closed his eyes after a moment, analyzing the data and the scene he just left at earth. Riots had already began to form in various areas throughout the Core World Alliance. Fingers began pointing back and forth as to what happened.

The Sons of Pluto were working overtime to try and manage the situation, using their damage control abilities to their maximum. Possible problems had been eliminated, dozens of the best voices in the organization were on site minimizing revolts as much as possible. For the first time since it's founding, the Son of Pluto were being overwhelmed.

None of that concerned Aidan however. He had one mission to do, and that's all he wanted to worry about. He tried to recall everything he remembered on his brief walk-through. Being a lowly medical personnel, he wasn't able to linger into the room as much as he would've liked to. But he did notice that they were accurate in their reports, no signs of injury on the body. No signs of a struggle. No signs of forced entry. It chilled Aidan to the bone that for all intents and purposes it appeared the present just died.

That was the diagnosis for the moment as well, that the president died of natural causes. However, that was not accepted by the public anymore than the Sons of Pluto. A thirty-five year old woman does not die of natural causes. Especially when she had no health issues whatsoever.

The Sons of Pluto had more than extensive information on her health. They gathered family health history, a complete workup of her genetic predispositions, and every medical record since her birth. Nothing showed up. No genetic anomolies. She was a perfect specimen of humanity, part of the reason they helped ensure she would be the president. Now things seemed to be spinning madly out of even their incredible control.

Now Aidan was assigned the mighty task of bringing it back. He looked at the personnel report of the people assigned to his team. He was impressed with the records of many of them, but then again they'd have to be good. Something of this importance wasn't just given out like cookies at a party.

Aidan continued to analyze the scene in his memory. The camera feeds he had been provided showed no anomolies. No interruption in their feeds, no glitches or oddities. Again, nothing. Aiden would not be thrown off the trail, however. The lack of evidence could itself be all the evidence he needed. Or he could be wasting his time. Either way, he would find out the truth. But, he admitted to himself, he would need help to do it.

His mind began to drift off to sleep, the problems of his assignment dissipating away. Hours passed before he was sharply awoken by the noise of his autopilot announcing they had landed at their destination. He rose immediately and made to disembark his vehicle. He sighed as he did so, knowing that those few hours of sleep might just be the last he'd ever get before this is over.

05-23-2007, 11:28 AM	#1
Tyrazial Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: I often have to ask that myself Posts: 703	Sons of Pluto Aidan flexed his hand, stretching it back and forth repeatedly. He stared out the window of the transport. Silently, the vehicle sped across the cosmos, using gravitic engines to propel across distances at incredible speeds. Patented as safe, it had been the staple of spaceship travel for hundreds of years. Not that it made Aiden feel safe. He stood and moved back to his cabin. Displays showed the autopilot's estimation of the travel time. Aiden took note of that as he moved to the back of the craft, and in to his quarters. Some might consider it a cramped lifestyle. A bed large enough for Aiden was the only piece of furniture the room. A fold-down table protruded from the wall, a variety of data pads on it. In the corner, a small sink added the last bit of decoration to the room. He laid down on his bed, reaching for one of the pads off of the desk. He scanned over the information displayed on it. He closed his eyes after a moment, analyzing the data and the scene he just left at earth. Riots had already began to form in various areas throughout the Core World Alliance. Fingers began pointing back and forth as to what happened. The Sons of Pluto were working overtime to try and manage the situation, using their damage control abilities to their maximum. Possible problems had been eliminated, dozens of the best voices in the organization were on site minimizing revolts as much as possible. For the first time since it's founding, the Son of Pluto were being overwhelmed. None of that concerned Aidan however. He had one mission to do, and that's all he wanted to worry about. He tried to recall everything he remembered on his brief walk-through. Being a lowly medical personnel, he wasn't able to linger into the room as much as he would've liked to. But he did notice that they were accurate in their reports, no signs of injury on the body. No signs of a struggle. No signs of forced entry. It chilled Aidan to the bone that for all intents and purposes it appeared the present just died. That was the diagnosis for the moment as well, that the president died of natural causes. However, that was not accepted by the public anymore than the Sons of Pluto. A thirty-five year old woman does not die of natural causes. Especially when she had no health issues whatsoever. The Sons of Pluto had more than extensive information on her health. They gathered family health history, a complete workup of her genetic predispositions, and every medical record since her birth. Nothing showed up. No genetic anomolies. She was a perfect specimen of humanity, part of the reason they helped ensure she would be the president. Now things seemed to be spinning madly out of even their incredible control. Now Aidan was assigned the mighty task of bringing it back. He looked at the personnel report of the people assigned to his team. He was impressed with the records of many of them, but then again they'd have to be good. Something of this importance wasn't just given out like cookies at a party. Aidan continued to analyze the scene in his memory. The camera feeds he had been provided showed no anomolies. No interruption in their feeds, no glitches or oddities. Again, nothing. Aiden would not be thrown off the trail, however. The lack of evidence could itself be all the evidence he needed. Or he could be wasting his time. Either way, he would find out the truth. But, he admitted to himself, he would need help to do it. His mind began to drift off to sleep, the problems of his assignment dissipating away. Hours passed before he was sharply awoken by the noise of his autopilot announcing they had landed at their destination. He rose immediately and made to disembark his vehicle. He sighed as he did so, knowing that those few hours of sleep might just be the last he'd ever get before this is over.