[Fanfic] The Eye Of Azure, A Blanket Of Crimson - A Pair Of Scarlet Gloves - A Veil Of Red

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I'm super rusty. Haven't written anything in weeks and I haven't written anything lengthy in something like a year. But, might as well.

 

6/28

Well, I might as well throw up some authors thoughts.

Most of the chapters are going to be short. Since I'm not very good.

Eye of Azure I was actually supposed to be longer, but I cut it short and decided to put the rest for Ch-II.

 

The Eye of Azure

I - Page 1, Post 3

 

A Blanket of Crimson

Introduction - Page 1, Post 1

 

A Pair of Scarlet Gloves

 

A Veil of Red

 

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Introduction - A Blanket of Crimson

 

It was raining. It never rained. Well, it rarely rained, Locke reminded himself. He sat down on his chair in his cramped office, with the single window behind him. The light patter of the rain was soothing after the investigation. He sighed heavily, rumors of sabotage were prevalent on the site. Angry managers yelling at Corpus Security that they had not done their job properly… Locke took his hat off. His everyday wear was old school, reminiscent of clothing even before the Orokin Era. He had picked up the clothes from an old travelling merchant that had passed by long ago.

 

Setting the hat down on his desk, he started working on his journal. An essential for any Detective, a way to keep track of his thoughts and evidence. He pulled up the computer...

 

 

Case #1

I’m calling it Case 1 because I have a hunch this is just the start of something. It might be small, it might be big. But it’s something. An explosion at one of the MOA Factories, we’re telling the populace that it was just a faulty core that had a catastrophic meltdown, that unluckily caused a chain reaction.

But that wasn’t the case. I first noticed the dead Corpus Factory Guards, luckily I was hired by some high up Corpus guy, and that gave me clearance to the entire site. Back to the dead Corpus Factory Guards, they were killed with intention to kill. With brutal efficiency and accuracy. No signs of a struggle, since there aren’t any plasma burn marks in the floors or walls, these guards were killed before they could even pull a trigger. What concerns me is that, how fast and how strong would a person have to be to slice a Corpus in two cleanly, without openly showing hostile intent?

And the guy who sabotaged the factory… There were placed charges in vital locations, with maximum chance to cause damage and secondary explosions. The primary suspect is a Jek Rasto, a technician who is currently missing. I’ve interviewed some of the workers at the factory, they say Jek is mute, keeps to himself, and never slacks off. To be honest he sounds like my bomber. But he couldn’t have been the one to kill the Guards, he was already in, and the person who did it needed to get in. They can’t be affiliated… Why would the man outside need to get in, if the guy inside could do anything he wanted? Unless something went wrong.

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This whole case makes me uneasy, there are too many unknowns and variables, with little to no tracks. The bomber disappeared without a trace, and the guy who killed the guards was never seen. I heard the word Te-

 

 

A rhythm interrupted him, deeper thunks than the light taps that the rain produced. Locke saved and shut off his computer, turning around, he saw a small Osprey. Much smaller than the mass produced version, made primarily of an Oxium alloy. Wielding no guns, but armed with a camera, capable of seeing different spectrums. Locke opened the window and the small drone flew indoors. Locke held his arm out and the drone deactivated, folding into a thin small block of metal. Locke caught it and put it on his belt, where it belonged when asleep. He put on a pair of sunglasses, a feint blue glow emanating from the left lenses. 

 

A wealth of information appeared in Locke’s sight, including the information his drone brought back. A trace on the bomber, Jek Rasto. Locke rummaged through his shelves and picked up his gun, a Lex pistol. Heavy hitting, accurate, everything Locke needed. He holstered it and an ammo counter appeared on his Heads Up Display. Walking out of his office, he pulled his scarf over his face, concealing it, and flipped up the collar on his trenchcoat in an effort to keep the rain out. The dark clouds covered the sun and kept the city under shadow, the rain washing the roads and the silver walls of the Corpus city. The street was mostly empty, Locke’s boots stepping over and into puddles of clear water. Soon, the silver city and the transparent waters would be covered by a blanket of crimson.

Edited June 28, 2014 by CourtMagicianHatlas

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I - The Eye of Azure

 

Mars - Voltiav City

14 Years Ago

 

There were posters plastered everywhere. Colored blue, with Corpus soldiers wearing armor and holding guns, marching. Walking over Grineer bodies. "The Corpus serves you, so serve the Corpus!" they said. Locke stood outside of the recruitment camp looking at one of these posters. He envisioned himself hefting a large gun... Maybe a Supra LMG, wearing thick armor gleaming armor, standing atop a dozen Grineer bodies. Locke grinned to himself when he listened to the factories in the distance machine stamping weapon parts, churning out munitions, and forging body armor. They must be making the strongest of armors and putting together the strongest of weapons, Locke thought to himself. He walked into the camp, looking for a recruiter, or someone in charge. He noticed the dozens upon dozens of recruits, wearing basic camouflage running into large trucks. Before Locke could think further than "Looks like I might not find who I'm looking for" he was shoved by someone from behind, Locke spun around confused.

 

A man wearing a crisp uniform and a blue cap stood there with a scowl on his face, he leaned in close, inches from Locke's face, and yelled, "What the F*** are you doing Recruit?! Get in the damned trucks or I will throw you in the trucks!"
Locke stood there dumbfounded at the man yelling at him. After a second, a passing by recruit grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into a truck... Locke found himself and sat next to the recruit who had dragged him onto the truck. He felt the truck rumble to life and move. A minute passed before the recruit tapped him on the arm,
"Hey, what were you doing just standing there? Why are you still in your civilian clothes?" He asked curiously,

Locke looked at him, he was just about Locke's age. 18, his brown hair cut extremely short. "I... I was looking for a recruiter, I thought I could find one at the camp."

The young man merely blinked, "Boy, you're in the S#&$ now. Welcome to the 17th Conscript Division. I'm Aden. You're probably going to die."

 

After hours of uncomfortable silence, the truck stopped and they were herded off of the truck. Locke squinted his eyes as the sun blazed over the red sands. When his eyes adjusted, he saw trenches as far as the eye could see, and outposts dotted on this line of trenches, protruding up like bumps. Judging by where all the guns were pointed, Locke determined that the enemy, the Grineer, were where the sun set. Sandbags, razor wire, howitzer and mortar pits were everywhere. Locke examined the terrain some more, they were on a massive hill of some sorts, the Grineer would have to fight an uphill battle to get to the trench line. He noticed the countless craters between the Corpus trenches, and what Locke would soon learn were the Grineer trenches. The No Mans Land.