[C O M P L E T E D]
Finished on 1 Jan 2019
It is now the 22th Century and the year is 2112. Times are extremely different from the 21st Century. Now, the world is divided into only four continents- and Alara Berrera resides in Excidium.
In Excidium...
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YEAR 2112, DECEMBER
ALARA
After the Agency had decided that her physical training was deemed more than satisfactory, she was put to a new educational schedule. Unlike her physical training, she had a say as to what she would like to learn. And she had chosen what several Agents considered to be the toughest combination of all.
The new academic skills she had chosen to acquire and master were profiling, literature and coding.
"Don't ever let it be said that Alara Berrera was never up for a challenge," Alara had joked to her friends when she had received her finalised schedule. She had chosen them as she knew that she had a knack for them and that they would serve her well in the present and future.
She could see it in her mind, the things she could achieve after she mastered them. With coding, she could help Gabriel in whatever he needed to encrypt and hack; with literature, her literacy would increase, enabling her to read between the lines and analyse even the most cryptic of messages well. With profiling... that, she had her own plans in mind for.
Profiling unlocked another world for her, a world necessary for her search for Ren. Criminology was the world that was unlocked, for for her to fully comprehend and master profiling, her keen eye was not enough. She had to analyse and understand the criminal mind, and who knows, with such a rare skill, she may be able to find her brother because of it.
After all, Amorals were most certainly criminals.
That was why she had celebrated and threw a lavish party to celebrate her finalised schedule, for it meant that after she had honed her skills to perfection, she could bring down the Amorals with it.
In the past, she had been so blinded by rage that she had failed to see the big picture; that there was more than one way to bring justice to her family.
Until now. Now she could see it. And there was no way that Alara was going to let the opportunity slip past her fingertips.
YEAR 2113, 20 FEB
AREA UNKNOWN
VEQUAM'S TORMENTER
Had Vequam been a subservient slave, he wouldn't have gone to such extreme lengths. But recently, Vequam had been increasingly rebellious and disobedient than ever; he always attempted to either free himself from the chains or starve himself to death.
Due to Vequam's foolish attempts, the room was a wreck. Since he was chained to a metal table in the middle of the room, his long legs could easily kick over nearby equipment or machinery, thus often leading to them falling on top of things and spilling acids or poisons. Depending on what he kicked over, sometimes even machinery could be destroyed.
This time, the damage had been minimal. Yet he was still very irate as he had to clean up after Vequam's mess. Luckily, only hydrochloric acid was spilled instead of a more toxic substance.
