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Asylum 51 - A51 Kane - 04-13-2008
Interview with a madman
From: Dr. Selar Director Sirius Psychiatric Institute
To: BH Command Group
Our assessment of the A51 group continues as you have requested. On all scales that we have they are clinically insane. If you have any doubts, just read the provided tale that Deacon told us when we asked him to give us an idea of where they came from. The fact that they are functional is to be blunt, miraculous. We are continuing our study of the psychotropic drugs they had with them that they call purples. Though we can duplicate the pills we can find no reason they should have the effect they seem to have. On the other hand the pills DO have a normalizing effect on them and they are functional as long as they take their meds. They seem to be proficient enough in their fighting skills and I expect they will do fine as bounty hunters.
I have several questions though. Where did they come from? The phenotypes are all mixed up. There are some in their group from all the major houses and some I frankly cant identify. Where were the purples developed? I and my colleges have never seen anything like them. There are mysteries here that I would like answers to.
You dont think that some of what they claim could be true? Do you?
Interviewer: Dr Selar
Subject: Deacon (No known last name)
Soooo many questions. "Where did you come from?" "What are your intentions?" "What the heck is a waffle?" Uhh ohhh that doesn't make sense. Who, how, what? Bah! Enough!
I am Deacon. I am the teller of stories and the keeper of history of A51. Our stories are rich and our history is full. There are wars and great battles, intrigue and betrayal. There are great alliances and equally fierce enemies. There is the destruction of entire universes and the great migrations to new homes. There is change........ there is always change.
For you to have any understanding of who we are and where we come from, there are two things you must just accept: First, there are life forms in the universes that have technology so advanced that it is indistinguishable from magic. These beings go by different names in the different universes. The most common name for them is A-do-min, though in the place we came from they were known as gods. Glock was in charge and the Horsemen did his bidding to keep the balance between good and evil.
The other thing that you must accept is that there are many other universes that are very similar to this one, but they all have their differences. Things tend to be in places you dont expect. The equipment changes, the natives change, and the politics are always different.
In our home universe there were 8 powerful groups. Four good and four evil. As I said, the balance was kept by the Horsemen. They ensured no faction got too out of hand. Over time Glock called me to serve as one of the Horsemen, which I did. Things went on for a while and I watched as the universe was shaped and changed. I helped keep the balance, I did Glock's bidding. Working for even a little god tends to change your perspective on things a bit. Then one day, Glock summoned the other Horsemen and myself to tell us that the universe was ending and that we must find a way to forge the 8 factions and the nonaligned forces in our universe into one group and find a new home.
Pirates, demons, military, alien overlords, police, mercenaries and freelancers were combined into one force. We have been several places in the multiverse and now we have settled here. We have found a place for ourselves amongst the Bounty Hunters. Some unnamed Muckety muck in the BH guild thinks we might be useful. Apparently they feel there is a need for Old school Bounty Hunters"; the kind that can go into systems the police and other bodies of law enforcement cant, turning chaos into order, pancakes into waffles, and ordinary boots into weapons of mass destruction. Well. I dont know about that. Kane decides such things for us now.
Our politics are simple: "We are nice until it is time to not be nice." If it doesn't conflict with that, perhaps Kane will go along with this unknown Muckety mucks plan.
Now the doctors will tell you that all I have told you is a "delusion" or a construct" created by my "shattered mind" so that I can "continue to function without looking at the truth" of my past. They will then tell you that the entire A51 force is in a similar condition. They will of course take credit for keeping us functional by handing out those purple pills. (They also take credit for the invention of the waffle. The bastards.) I will admit the purples do help me concentrate a bit.
I can understand how the doctors might think we are a bit crazy. I mean, our heads aren't in a good place, and we know it. And it is kind of difficult to believe that a guy that looks like he is from Kusari is actually a demon, but they don't manifest in front of most people, be thankful they don't. And the Alien overlords, well if you squinted just right they always looked a bit like Rhinelanders. So I guess its no wonder they think we made it all up. It matters little, we know what the truth is. If they think we are crazier than we are, so be it.
So what do you do when the war is over? What do you do with all the soldiers that have seen too many of their friends die? What do you do with those that have a highly developed skill for battle, but whose heads are just not in a good place? You can't just turn them lose on civilized society. They would be a danger to those in so-called "normal" society. You might think of killing them off as a "danger to the society" with burned minds and twisted souls. But then again, you might need them some day. There will always be another enemy. There will always be another war.
As with most things the solution was simple: Take all the functionally-insane fighters that we can find, form them into an elite fighting force, then dump them on the Bounty Hunters. They are seperated from the "normal" populace and they get to persue the one skill they have, and perhaps maybe they can even make the systems safer. If the price is right.
So thus, the Asylum 51 was born: A group of insane pill-popping, crayon-junkie Bounty Hunters. Glock save us all.
Asylum 51 - AcesDoubled - 04-15-2008
Very nice!
Asylum 51 - Ghostrdr13 - 04-22-2008
As I sit on Rostock Station in Omega 15 I watch the Insane antics of my Fellow A51ers. "These Bounty Hunters just dont seem to know what to think of them" I say to myself.
"Just how did we come to be Bounty Hunters?" I ask myself. Oh yeah I remember how it began, It was on that Spaceport Bar on Manhatton not long after the first of us arrived here.....
The Place: Manhattan spaceport bar, New York System.
Four men sit at a table in the far back of the bar. If one was very observant, he would note that they seem... different. Nothing you could put your finger on. The clothes are of a vaguely different design, though not out of place. They seem to be slowly taking in their surroundings as if this is their first time here. They are obviously wary, but do not seem particularly concerned. Talking in low voices they begin their discussion.
Kane: Well, it seems the advance group has arrived. Ghost has done a good job of getting us some credits together to start equipping our people as they arrive. Nothing fancy of course, but it's a start.
Kvant: This is a strange place. They have no knowledge of waffles.
Ghostrdr13: We have identified a good trade route and ships so we can begin amassing the credits for the fleet. We need to identify where we will fit in here. I have noted an abundance of pirates here. They are quite bothersome when trading. On the other hand, they ask for tolls or donations instead of just blowing up your ship. We will have to discuss what our response to them will be.
Kane: That's as it always is in a new place. We must be patient. We need to fit in and gather our strength. Most of all we must watch and find out how things are done here. Mistakes are costly, we need to avoid them.
Kvant: Seriously, I went to three food dispensers, the bar, and two restaurants. No Waffles. I asked a couple of people and they just shook their heads and asked me where I was from. What kind of place is this?!
Kane: Deacon, how are you doing?
Deacon: As well as can be expected. Since I turned control of our forces over to you the reduced stress has halted the progression of the Psychosis. < Deacon pulls a small black box from his pocket and opens it. He pulls a purple pill from the box. Put it in his mouth, bites down and slides the pieces under his tongue. He then pulls another pill from the box, crushes it in his hand and drops the pieces into Kvants drink.> I have my moments, but I am functional.
Kvant: < Kvant takes a drink and looks off in to space for a moment. His eyes clear and he turns to Kane > Oh yea..... That license thing they have here. We have to have one to show our function in this place. Id suggest going freelancer.
Kane: Sounds good. Gather credits, upgrade our equipment and ships as we can. Contact our people as soon as they arrive and help them get started. You know they will be disoriented. Get them medicated and get them started doing something useful. And on the subject of medication, Deacon?
Deacon: Yes Kane. What do you wish me to do?
Kane: Usual plan. We need someone to find out if this place has the materials available to manufacture the purples. You're available. Are you up to the job?
Deacon: As long as my supply of little helpers holds out I should be able to. I'll check out the inventory at Cryer and then head to the border worlds when I am equipped well enough. There is usually a source of the raw materials out that way.
Ghostrdr13:< sloshes a bit of his drink on the table and begins to trace an outline of a ship. > I'm telling you that Rhineland Battleship is the moooooossssst beeaaauuuuutttifffulll ssshhhiiipppp.. <Sigh>
Kane: <Rolls his eyes. Pulls a gold box from his pocket. Pulls out two purple pills and takes one. > Ghost, buddy........ open wide!! < Kane tosses the pill in to Ghostrdr13's mouth as though it is something they practiced. Ghost swallows the pill. Takes a deep breath and shakes his head.>
Ghostrdr13: Oh damn. Sorry about that.
Kane: <Shrugs> It happens. I seem to remember Deacon arguing with a Ficus tree in a staff meeting once upon a time. However, tell everyone to take their meds. We need to stay under the scanners for a while. Definitely don't need any "mental health professionals" after us until we have a place to call home. Lord only knows what they would try to do with us here. Ok, so we all continue to do the make credits thing. Kvant, as the opportunity arises I need an assessment of the fighters here. Ghost, you find out about the capships. I need to know the capabilities and weaknesses. Deacon searches for materials to make purples, and investigates the borderworlds here.
Ghostrdr13: What are you going to be doing boss?
Kane: Me? Well I have an idea. I think I'm gonna go talk to some Bounty Hunters. Keep in contact at all times. Dismissed.
Thats how it began. Not long after we was told that the Bounty Hunters would welcome us with open arms.......we changed our IDs and set up shop on Rostock.