[Firefly Fan-Fiction] Survivor
Survivor: Background & Prologue
Survivor
author's note: This is a Firefly/Serenity (TV series/Movie) fan-fiction that I have been working on for a month or two now. For those of you who have never watched the Firefly series I urge you to check it out (spoiler it was canceled back in 2003), there are episodes of it on youtube and such where you can watch them (also it is on Netflix/itunes). I figured I would go ahead and post it here (I have it also posted on FIREFLYFANS.net) so that I could receive more feedback and critic from a larger audience (and notably from the longest running forum that I have been a member of!). I would like to apologize in advance for the odd formatting of fan fic!
Disclaimer: I by all means necessary am clearly rolling in dough because of this Fan Fiction- as a matter of fact I am earning so much from it that I intend to buy the rights to Firefly off of Fox just so that I will never have to type this again. No but on a more serious note I do not own nor do I intend to reap monetary reward from the use of any characters/objects/other copyrighted stuff displayed within the Firefly series!
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
can also be found at the FIREFLYFANS.net website HEREEveryone who attended the Academy was intelligent, some more than others, and several who were so intelligent that the possessed unique abilities. There are 3 individuals of whom I reference with the latest description, they are called readers or witches by society- they are Telepaths. These 3 Telepaths are spread over the Academy's history. The Academy was founded in 2502 in order to train talented soldiers to serve within the Alliance Military in preparation for the inevitable Civil War. In 2508; just four years after its founding, the Academy obtained its first telepathic student, an alliance soldier from Londinium named Calvin Pace, recommended for special training after he scored a 213 on his military intelligence quotient. He was not able to 'read' but possessed abnormal intuition that allowed him to rise through the ranks once he graduated from the Academy. However upon the conclusion of the Civil War in 2511 the Academy was deemed a waste of funding, and was sold to the Blue Son Corporation, a private pro-alliance company that contracted a plethora of services to the Alliance. Under the direction of the Blue Son the Academy would take on a darker but more lucrative nature, now training assassins and other classified specialists for the Alliance. Fast forward to August 2513 a talented boy age 13 was taken into the Academy. This is the story of that boy.Survivor: A Brief History of the Academy
Survivor: PrologueOn one hand the Academy would provide its students with proper etiquette and a unparalleled education that could challenge even the Galaxies most brilliant minds. Unprecedented technology was available to the student's at the Academy- as if the Academy itself was one technological wonder. The professors that taught at the Academy were the leading experts in the Galaxy in their area of expertise- and carried with them a prestige not seen even in even the best of Earth's former Universities. The doctors and scientist that worked at the Academy each held more honors than even the most well known surgeons of the Ariel medical center. Even the guards at the Academy were former award winning soldiers or former elite squadron members- the Academy was elite in every way.
The Academy held no singular identity, it was beautifully designed on the outside but precisely built to detain its attendants, this was the nature by which the Academy existed, and in every matter was the Academy defined by this.
The solution to any problem- the cure to any disease- was more likely to be discovered among the ranks of those who held positions at the Academy than any other organization perhaps in the history of Man- and yet that was not their purpose. This was the other hand- the dark side to the Academy. The students who attended the Academy were trained- not taught- to dedicate their lives to the Alliance- made to sacrifice their souls for the Alliance. The Academy was not a school by any means- even in the most innocent light.
Despite its purpose the Academy was still intended to be safe for its students. And by no means was it originally intended to be the Monster that it became.
The Academy held two faces, two powers, the Paramilitary Intelligence Operations Representative; a general within one of the branches of the alliance military who was handpicked by the Alliance Parliament for the school, and the Director of Special Research Divisions, a Blue Son scientist who acted as the schools headmaster and lead scientist. The Paramilitary Representative had 3 orders of business while stationed at the school he was to contract students out to the government, monitor funding of the operations, and most importantly to act as a quality control (weeding out abuse and such).
Alliance law even mandated that all and any personnel entitled with the security of such an organization would have to be contracted from a 3rd party company and signed to a permanent contract. As to ensure that the guards would not hold loyalty to Blue Son- or be at the whim of financial bribes that could cause them to overlook abuses.
However, greed prevailed- Blue Son had influence over the selection of the Paramilitary Representative through bribes to key Parliament members, ensuring that the Representative would be someone that would be favorable to the corporation and would grant Blue Son greater flexibility in regards to holding to Alliance regulations- whereby making the Academy more profitable.
Blue Son struck gold in their search for an apt candidate. They found a 3 star General; General Landry-Allen Douglas, who while a colonel in the early years of the civil war had commanded the 7th Ranger Regiment- the regiment that Prime Minister Warren Bath, had served in during the early years of the Civil War. It was rumored that Douglas had saved Prime Minister Bath during the Battle of Sturges- in which most of the 7th was wiped out. This rumor was supported by the attribution of Douglas' unprecedented rise through the ranks following the death of the Former Prime Minister- and election of Bath. Douglas had gained the reputation of commanding the loyalty of his men and being willing to do whatever it took for the betterment of the Alliance, often stepping on the hands of the innocent along the way- a factor that would have prohibited his rise to the rank of general had it not been for Prime Minister Bath.
The Alliance Parliament- under the influence of the Blue Son Corporation- unanimously voted in support of Douglas for the post- and the Prime Minister wasted no time approving the Parliament vote. General Douglas accepted the promotion after Blue Son 'convinced' him that it was worthwhile.
With the negligence of the Parliament and the support of General Douglas- Blue Son was able to contract a daughter company; named Oracle, for all guard personnel. In return for his cooperation Blue Son granted General Douglas majority ownership of the daughter company, whereby granting him payment on Academy contracts and funding as well as direct command over the guards. Unsurprisingly upon the contracting of this company a select group of long time (and elite) Blue Son defense contractors suddenly quit and contracted with Oracle; and then were selected for the Academy Guard personnel.
The motivation behind the Blue Son Corporation's decision to work out this agreement stood in the interest of business- as by giving Douglas majority ownership of the daughter company they had ensured that it was in his best interest that the Academy bring in as much profit as possible as well as generally continue in its operations- whether there was abuse or not.
This created a large power inversion within the Academy, as you must have realized a man like Douglas with such sway and connection is rare to come by, and so in the eyes of the Blue Son Corporation Douglas was more valuable than the Director of Research and therefore held more sway within the organization. The Blue Son Corporation hadn't predicted just how willing Douglas was to support cruelty in the interest of the Alliance- and so what had been a setup to simply ensure that the Academy had wiggle room quickly became one that allowed absolute abuse and cruelty.
The Academy in its purpose was wicked, teaching bias to create weapons and assassins. But the organization of the institution rather ensured the escalation of its delinquency to the point of evil. It was run within the context of a power struggle and operated under the lust for money, whatever abuse could bring more profit would be favored, and we were the sheep unto the slaughter.
~ Penquin11
Survivor: Chapter 1 Part 1
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:Survivor: No River Runs Here (Part 1, Chapter 1)The world exhales a large breath- and in such a fluid motion the Autumn winds caress the clumsy wheat stalks which seemingly bend to avoid nature's kiss. The smooth lips of mother nature feel odd against the course tusk of the plants. The light from the sun finally reaches the crest of the world- and dips below- slowly sinking in the sky as to resist its needed departure. Finally the moons fill the sky- and the lamps of the universe look down upon the planet- all is harmonious- all is a dream.
Light pierces my sleep. It invades my eyes- but it is a foreign invader- it is not the same form of light that my eyes claim custom too. Blur crowds my vision- and I jab my eyes back closed. Finally the blur of waking retreats from my eyes. A shiver crawls down my spine as my situation reveals itself. I slowly try to raise myself- however my progress is immediately impeded by a sharp pain that rivets my ribcage. My head falls back onto a cloud- a pillow, but I cannot return to my dream- my situation is to dire to ignore.
My mind- waking- seeks answers to questions it cannot yet perceive, and though my awareness of my situation gradually comes -my mind cannot help but seek refuge from the absence of material that it claims to once have known. My world is shaken with the simple introduction of light- and yet- a very different claim has warrant over my mind- one not of fear but of confusion.
There is no hay covering my body, instead now I lay on a proper bed with blankets to keep me warm. It is both a nightmare and a dream at the same time- I have found comfort but at what cost? Once again I move to rise up and despite the sharp pain manage to get sat up. I am met by another oddity- my clothes, I am wearing garments that I do not recognize- these are not made with the rough cloth or denim that my skin is accommodated to. No- they are not made of anything I have worn in quite a long time. These garments kiss my skin- they are smooth and leave me feeling naked- they hug my skin as if tailored for me, and hold a uniform blue color. Sown against the heart of the cloth is a series of numbers- 501.162.12.2.1- a code or identification of sorts. I do not recall being a number however.
For a second my mind questions whether I am me- and it fails to resolve the dispute, and instead shifts to my environment.
I am in a metal box of sorts- or at least that is the most basic description of this room; as aside from an apparent door- which has no noticeable knob or way to even open. There is no way to view the outside within the room- no windows- no peak holes. Even the door holds the austere feel of the box, being fully metal and only having a mirrored- one way window that is- pane on it to connect the outside world to the metal case. The room however is not empty, possessing a bed aligned along the far side of the right wall and a desk parallel to it, these two identities are then mismatched by the unbalancing presence of a large wooden wardrobe unit that is positioned along the left wall on the front side of the room. I slowly go to stand up- only to have my feet met unkindly by the coldness of the floor, I have no shoes or socks on. As I hobble out of the bed thoughts race through my head.... And slowly my voice peaks out a question that only I can hear myself ask;
"Where am I?"
But, this is not the question stressing my mind- not in the very least. Something else inexplicable is missing- a notion or name has escaped my mind- a name very dear to me, and I cannot recall it.
To my surprise my voice is met by a rather immediate answer- the door slides open.
I hobble towards the opening, apparently more shaken by my situation than I had given notice too- I am eager to leave this place. A man enters through the door- he is of small stature, perhaps not much larger than I am even- I estimate he is maybe 5'7. The man's face is void of wrinkles- as if he were just born, however his hair reveals age- he is balding and what hair remains is a faded black color- though his facial hair once again betrays any notion of his age presented by his hair- as it is a boyish blond color. He is wearing clothes similar to what you would expect to see in one of the core hospitals that they show on the alliance network- his white apron covering a navy blue turtleneck- which is then matched by equally colored trousers, and then matched by black dress shoes. He was carrying with him a tablet of sorts- of which he was entirely focused upon.
"Welcome to the Academy" rings out a deep voice from the small man.- He is full of surprises it seems.
All of a sudden my brain awakes from numbness- and my mind is flustered with questions.
How did I get here, Why am I here, Who is he, What time is it, Where am I? But one question clusters my thoughts like no other- my mind searches for the obvious answer- it is a question that I should know the answer to- and yet even my perception of the question seems theoretical.
"Where am I? What- no- Why am I here..." I sputter out questions- I am scared, terrified- it is something that in my sudden awakening I didn't notice. The one question lingers within my mind- but my lack of knowing it scares me more, and I cannot sprout it from my lips.
The small man looks up- "You are at the Academy- you are here because you are one of a select group of talented individuals to be admitted into the Academy. You have been handpicked by a group of scholars to attend this institution based upon your academic success or other achievements."
In his explanation he both answered and avoided my questions- I am left with more questions than answers. Before I can even open my mouth the man continues.
"As you have probably noticed you have been given new clothes to wear as the Academy holds strict uniform standards. Classes start this Monday- here is your schedule, you will be expected to attend all of your classes on time- if you fail to do this then you will receive punishment. Also I should note that for our students safety our doors only open from the exterior- doors open at 5 am and close at 8pm- if you are caught out of your room outside of those times then you will face severe punishment."
I literally could not find any answers for this- a school? However students and pupils registered within me- but yet this facility seemed rather constructed as a place for prison- why lock pupils in an enclosement - that would seem to endanger them- unless this facility was in the nature of a correctional establishment.
The man turned to leave- "Wait- What did I do?" I burst out- my assumption remains that this is a correctional facility.
"All of your questions and concerns will be answered by the Headmaster during your one on one session tomorrow, in the meantime you can confer with your fellow classmates in the mess hall- which is right this way-"
He gestured my way- asking me to leave. I hesitate- fear paralyzes me.
"Right this way-" The man said- this time more stern. I slowly find the strength to lift my feet- they feel heavy despite being bare- and follow him to whatever lie ahead.
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