thespectacularstorm
Mistress of the Elements
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Unknown, Unknown -- 6:30 AM April 2nd 2286
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“Good morning Doctor.”
An automated system triggered the moment the good doctor entered the room. His hand danced over keys as he looked over a monitor containing several files for the newest induction to a program he had just created. One hundred students would be arriving today closer to noon. A step towards the future of humanity would begin.
The world, as they have come to know it, was failing. Everything they once believed or understood has been flipped upside down and turned inside out. Monsters have been dragging children from under their beds and out of their closets for years now. It was time someone had put a stop to that; a group of people he’d create to be the perfect soldiers to lead the new era. Heroes, as people would call them; people he groomed to turn fantasy into reality. Today marks a glorious day, the beginning of a new time.
Los Angeles, California -- 7:00 AM
Under that bright California sun, the weather was warm and the skies were clear. A perfect spring day to start a new term. A gentle breeze rolled through the air just enough to shake the trees and provide a bit of reprieve from the heat. The city was as bustling as it always was with LA denizens shuffling through their daily routines. Even the airport was packed to the brim as if the other half of California wasn’t riddled with creatures. Armed guards stood throughout the city and airport stations as if there were waiting for something to happen, but that was just the norm these days.
At the LA terminal, students would arrive with their tickets ready for a private flight to an unknown location and the acceptance letter to prove they were of the chosen few. Their gate, Terminal D Gate 16, would be a completely cleared section with no one around save for the man behind the desk. He was tall, stocky, and dark-skinned donning a fitted suit with an unfamiliar logo and a stoic gaze. Plenty of other students who sat curiously waiting for their flight have tried to ask him questions about their destination or this program to which he wouldn’t answer. He’d simply instruct them to wait until their flight was called and be patient. There was enough seating for fifty people, half of the students who were accepted into this program on this side of the world.
Berlin, Germany -- 4:00 PM
In the capital city of a well-fortified country, it was raining today like most other spring days. Heavy but not nearly enough to delay a flight. People were either in their homes or in camps with heavy guarding, barely allowed to roam freely. The government was quick to shut most things down but, for the sake of this program, the airport was reopened for the students only. Terror birds were known to take the skies so it was easier to avoid flying here. The government did what it could to provide safe passage here, even allowing other air force pilots to safely transport students in their country. All the students coming from a European territory would be coming here.
In the Berlin terminal, students would be met with what is essentially a ghost town. There were no other passengers boarding flights save for the fifty students, the other half, taking this flight. Only a few soldiers posted here and there to cover bases and ensure the safety of the students but no others were allowed inside. To even gain entry, one had to already have shown identification and the acceptance letter to a guard to proceed through. Their gate, Gate 3, was just as desolate save for the woman behind the counter. A blonde with a straight face and defined features instructed everyone to sit until the flight was prepared. She would simply ignore any questions asked without providing any input as she expected students to sit or not be let on board the plane. It would be easy to notice she did not have the typical flight attendant apparel but a well-pressed pantsuit with an unfamiliar logo on it.