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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:26:42 GMT
Excerpt from a BBC article What You Need To Know about Vladimir Lenin, 2012
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After being interred in a mausoleum after his death in 1922, Lenin was reanimated in the 1930s by the Soviet superhuman program on the direct orders of Joseph Stalin. Through leaks brought to the United States by Lubomir Rybalkin, the defector who had previously been the Soviet Union's premier superhuman scientist, it is known that Stalin intended him as partially a propaganda measure to ensure that the people of the Union would know their old hero was still with them.
Lenin was revived through classified procedures and was given enhanced strength, the ability to fly, limited telekinesis, and the ability to use low-level psionic ability to influence those around him; during the Second World War he improved the morale of Soviet troops and terrified German troops. He is also known to have been made more obedient to Stalin originally and to other Soviet leaders later.
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Throughout the Cold War he was used wherever the USSR needed a show of force; this included the Hungarian Uprising in 1956 and the invasion of Afghanistan in the 1980s. In both cases he was very effective against enemy forces, who were demoralized by his very presence. This did not prevent the Soviet defeat in Afghanistan, and he returned back to the Union in disgrace.
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The procedure designed to revive Lenin was used in the case of other Soviet-aligned states; this included several Eastern Bloc states as well as China, whose revived Mao was quietly disappeared during the economic liberalization after his death. Now, the only country that continues to use the procedure is North Korea, whose previous two leaders have been revived as superhumans.
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Lenin personally led the coup against Eduard Shevardnadze during the wholesale collapse of the Eastern Bloc. His powers were able to defeat Loyalist forces at battles like First Dnipropetrovsk (he led the defenses at the Second, but escaped after the fall to Allied forces), Semipalatinsk, and Volgograd (formerly Stalingrad, and also formerly and currently Tsaritsyn). He was a major target of Allied superhuman and air strikes, but was never once caught.
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With the forces of the hardliners mostly obliterated, and the war soon to be ended at the Tsaritsyn Trials, Lenin and some other hardliner superhumans such as Stanimir Pokrovsky, Alexei Shurupov, and Kristina Mukhova fled the country, using a specially made plane with classified cloaking technology to continue the war elsewhere.
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The first major action after the Tsaritsyn Trials was an attack on the US base on Okinawa, nearly obliterating the base before escaping in their craft. Similar attacks were made on US bases in Europe and Asia, as well as the occasional raid on US positions in Guatemala during their occupation.
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US intelligence believes that Lenin is currently operating out of a base hidden somewhere in the Antarctic; research expeditions have found jettisoned equipment, and President Rumsfeld is planning a full military incursion onto the continent to root him out. This is the rationale behind the recent American agreement with Argentina to allow a US base in the occupied Falklands.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:27:12 GMT
Excerpts from a BBC article entitled What You Need to Know about the Vanguard of the Oppressed, 2012
The Vanguard of the Oppressed are a terrorist organization with a general anti-Western agenda, composed mostly of superhumans. The Vanguard was founded by multiple victims of American-backed regimes throughout the world and as such seek to overthrow its world dominance.
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The Vanguard operates out of a small fleet of planes with cloaking devices that are believed to be superhuman-enabled, possibly resulting from research pilfered from Soviet laboratories during the Second Russian Civil War; it is believed much of their weaponry comes from similar sources and is replenished through the black market. Their movements have so far evaded both satellite and psionic methods of detection.
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The Vanguard's origins are uncertain, but it is known that it originated sometime in the mid-1980s in Latin America. Its leader, an Argentinean named Esmeralda Ormanni, who had been put in a concentration camp by the National Reorganization Process regime; her parents are believed to have died in some sort of explosive accident. She is known to have been used in the Falklands War, destroying the bulk of the British fleet, and then rebelling at a parade held in her honor. She then fled, and at some point later in the decade made her way to Central America, where she gathered a band of rogue superhumans and fought against pro-US governments by destroying convoys, embassies, and shipping, as well as other forms of state property such as prisons and military bases.
By the outbreak of the Second Russian Civil War the Vanguard was operating throughout all of the Americas south of the Rio Grande. With the United States preoccupied in the Vucub-Caquix War, they were able to act with relative impunity, destroying shipments of supplies and reinforcements from Latin American regimes to Guatemala.
It is unknown how precisely, but during the Russian Civil War the Vanguard acquired most of its weapons and vehicles. Also during this time, some rogue Soviet superhumans joined them. By the middle of the 1990s the Vanguard had also absorbed several leftist terrorist groups operating in Western Europe, whose normal human members served and still serve as auxiliaries and technical operatives; these included the Red Army Faction in Germany, Action Direct in France, and the Red Brigades in Italy. It is also known that American and Canadian leftists and minority superhumans, Irish republican superhumans, and other rebels from Africa, Asia, and Oceania had joined their crew.
During the Second Russian Civil War the Vanguard attacked allied troops in Russia and in other parts of Eastern Europe, although not in formal concordance with the hardliner forces. It is not believed that there is any significant contact between the Vanguard and the group of former Soviet superhumans led by Vladimir Lenin.
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In 2010 it was revealed that the Vanguard was actively taking part against the American mission in Guatemala with the intention of preventing the second rise of Vucub-Caquix, predicted to be at the end of this year. The American and Guatemalan governments have increased their surveillance of the country and the surrounding area to prevent their interference in the American mission; they have not yet been found in their entirety.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:27:58 GMT
Excerpt from a BBC article entitled What You Need To Know About the Curtain Jumpers, 2012
The Curtain Jumpers are a team of American superhumans in the employ of their Department of Defense composed of defectors from the Eastern Bloc primarily and from anti-US regimes in general.
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The first Curtain Jumpers were assembled into a team in the mid-1950s, prompted by the Soviet destruction of Kaposvar during the Hungarian Uprising of 1956. As defectors came through the Iron Curtain, several superhumans were found and deemed to be of potential use for propaganda and military uses. Authorized by President Eisenhower, the team was officially formed in 1957 and placed under the scientific mentorship of Lubomir Rybalkin, the defector who had previously been the premier Soviet superhuman scientist during the Second World War.
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Founding members of the Curtain Jumpers were Karoly Bakos, alias the Phaser, Svitlana Lebid, alias the Trident, Daniel Slimak, alias Kubus, Felizia Kippenberger, alias the Human Shield, and Sulev Klavan, alias the Psionic Partisan. They were joined over the next few decades by other defectors, some from countries such as China and Yugoslavia.
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The Curtain Jumpers first saw combat in the Vietnam War, where they were instrumental in aiding the South Vietnamese. The Jumpers were the driving force behind the stopping of the Tet Offensive, and the ultimate peace accord that divided the country in two was in no small amount due to their rebalancing of the war calculus between the two sides. Bakos, in particular, proved himself their leader and notably stopped multiple massacres of civilians by American troops.
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The Curtain Jumpers later fought the forces of Vucub-Caquix during his namesake war, stopping him in Miami, in Dallas, in San Diego, and in other locations, almost singlehandedly winning the battle of Redding and providing a seminal support and civil defense role in the battle of Shreveport.
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Despite their age, the Curtain Jumpers are still alive and fighting for the most part despite some retirements and discharges. Bakos remains their leader, and he is known to be fighting in Guatemala. His particular role and whereabouts are classified.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:28:28 GMT
Guatemalan Highlands, September 2012
Karoly Bakos, alias the Phaser, led his team through the dark chambers of some sort of makeshift hideaway. This place was found in Spanish-language documents held by Vucub Caquix cultists; the ancient Maya language that they used was still very hard to decipher. Nevertheless, he led his team into the tunnels.
He was accompanied by two other Curtain Jumpers and a team of spec ops. One was Ferid Dodik, a Bosniak who had fled Yugoslavia as Black George all but obliterated his people. His alias was Gale, who could control the wind and the air. The other was Tenzin Karpo, who could control fire, who had fled Tibet after another Chinese purge.
Karpo used her powers to serve as a light through the pitch black tunnels, and the spec ops used the lights on their guns. The footsteps rung out as if they were gongs, so loud were they in the silence. They could hear each other breath.
"What precisely is in here, or what does command think is in here?" asked Bakos into his transceiver. "We're seeing absolutely nothing."
"Keep going," urged his direct liaison, Oliver Hampton. He was a balding intelligence and science officer who had replaced Lubomir Rybalkin as the head of that sort of thing after he had died in the late 70s, and had been there ever since. Hampton had met Rybalkin at a superhuman science symposium at Harvard earlier in that decade and was rapidly brought on as the latter's protege. Bakos saw him as a connection to the man who had nurtured the Curtain Jumpers. "All we know is that this place is attested to in several cultist documents."
They continued their venture.
Footsteps.
Discussions.
They heard these things in the distance, and the darkness began to slowly make way for distant torches. "Stand ready!" cried out Bakos. "Who knows what the hell they're up to?"
There was chatter to an extreme degree, in the ancient tongue that only these cultists spoke. It got louder and louder, and the hallway gave way to a massive chamber, crawling with cultists on a lower level. They did not see the American team on the higher ground, for they were all surrounding some sort of pedestal on the bottom.
Among the ruckus of ritual was one voice screaming. Bakos scanned the area and saw a pale-skinned man in an American uniform of some distinction on a stretcher, or something like one, of a clearly ceremonial nature. He was placed on the pedestal.
"Hampton," asked Bakos, "was there anyone high ranking captured around here?"
"There was a convoy carrying Lieutenant General Kenneth Tovo around two miles of your location. Why?"
"I think we found him."
Some important cultists, seemingly priests, had secured him as such. One priest had a knife; he used this knife, plunging it into Tovo's left breast. From there, he ripped out his heart.
There was raucous applause. The cheering morphed into a chant.
"Cabrakan! Cabrakan! Cabrakan!"
"Does that mean anything? Cabrakan?" asked Dodik, into his transceiver.
Hampton could be heard typing into his terminal. "Yes. According to the Popol Vuh and other texts he is the son of Vucub Caquix and an earthquake god."
The team fell silent.
The walls began to quake.
The bottom of the pit collapsed, revealing another room with some sort of coffin. The coffin rumbled, and out of it climbed a humanoid figure.
It was Cabrakan.
Cabrakan peered around his enclosure, and saw his cheering admirers. He gloried in it.
And then he noticed the foreigners. He glared at them, and the walls began to quake.
"Okay, all of you!" cried out Bakos. "Open fire!"
Dodik hurled a gust of wind at Cabrakan, and Karpo began unleashing an inferno. The crowd began attacking the squad, and the spec ops defended with melee combat.
Bakos himself pinpointed the location of Cabrakan and teleported there. He phased some of the rubble from the shaken walls and dropped it over the deity.
They impaled the deity, who lifted up the rubble and glared at Bakos.
Cabrakan roared, and the earth shook. The entire structure began to shake, and chunks of the ceiling fell out, revealing sun and tumbling dirt.
"Team! Get out of here!" ordered Bakos into his transceiver. "He's going to blow the entire temple!"
"Hampton!" he screamed into his transceiver. "We need backup! He's going to rip into the Earth itself!"
The building tumbled down, and Bakos phased those he could save out up onto the surface. He phased himself shortly thereafter.
The temple became a crevasse, and out of it climbed Cabrakan.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:28:55 GMT
The Earthquake God Cabrakan knew where he needed to go. His father's followers had given him enough information of his purpose, and of what lay ahead.
They were invaders, heathens, deniers, evil things of all stripes and colors. They dared defile the kingdom of the one true Sun God.
His father's followers accompanied him, fighting off the invaders with their metal machines and their warriors.
To someone who could part the Earth, it was absolutely nothing at all to send them tumbling to their doom. If gravity did not do the work itself, the rocks would.
Their path took them through a town. The people there were fighting one another, with their warriors who could fly and disappear and control the elements. They had their cannons and their vehicles and their flying machines. They were all crushed.
The path took them through a place where their flying machines went into the air. There was a long rocky road that was used for them to leap into the air, with a tower that seemed to direct them.
That tower fell, as did their flying machines.
Cabrakan's trek brought him to the foretold place, the place where the next phase of his father's resurrection would take place.
It was near a mountain. Under that mountain was the object of his quest.
It was there the Hero Twins had tricked his brother and buried him under a mountain.
Being one who could rip the Earth apart, Cabrakan did so, and the ground parted to reveal a being, a gigantic reptile, a caiman. The other son of Vucub Caquix would too be able to expunge the cancer of the invaders, and the one true sun god would reign supreme.
The cultists began their rituals and sacrifices, and the caiman, so long dormant, awoke.
Zipacna had returned.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:32:24 GMT
Excerpt from a New York Times article, Race Riots Erupt in San Diego, October 2012
Anti-Hispanic riots have occurred in San Diego California, as well as in other Californian cities, in reaction to the apparent emboldening of the rogue Mayan deity Vucub Caquix from his slumber.
San Diego, among one of the worst hit cities from the Vucub Caquix War in the 1980s, has nevertheless seen stringent immigration from Latin America; this includes a great many Guatemalans fleeing the country's decades-long civil war. The 'curse' of Vucub Caquix, the genetic indicator that enables the deity's hijacking of descendants of his cultists for his own ends, and misunderstanding thereof, is blamed for the mass hysteria.
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A mob of mostly white citizens, bolstered by sympathetic sailors from Naval Base San Diego who had stolen military-grade firearms, stormed into mostly Hispanic neighborhoods and killed anyone with apparent ancestry from Latin America, including men, women, and children. Smartphone recordings and other records of the riots show chants of "revenge for San Diego!" and other cities hit by the deity and his followers in the 1980s.
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As the death toll of these riots escalates into the thousands, Governor of California Kevin McCarthy authorized the deployment of the California National Guard to San Diego. In a press conference at the state house in Sacramento, McCarthy said that the deployment will continue "until peace and order are returned to San Diego."
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In copycat crimes, similar events have occurred in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Oakland, and Fresno, as well as other cities with the aforementioned metropolitan areas. Police and National Guard formations have had mixed success in pacifying them.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:33:04 GMT
Mark Wheeling, alias the Field Marshal, oversaw a routine liquidation operation in the hills of Guatemala. This shantytown was made mostly of ramshackle homes constructed to be moved quickly; this place had not even been seen by satellites, having instead been predicted by the American human computers who had been fed the necessary data.
His name was a reference to his powers; he could create force fields that could defend himself and others, or to destroy others. He did so with the armored cars that were thrown his way; simply manifest a field the size of a bowling ball in the middle of the vehicle, expand it, and watch the car evaporate. He did this to several buildings, to clear the village of potential cultists.
He spoke into his transceiver. "Townes, are we getting any more readings?"
"Our infrared scanners and drone surveillance feeds indicate not a single potential cultist left," responded Townes, in a base near Guatemala City. "Still looking out for anyone who might be here. Remain on your guard."
The jeeps and helicopters and infantry and drones scurried about, looking this way and that way for potential survivors of the massacre that had just been undertaken.
Wheeling almost expected the earth to start ripping itself apart, or a giant lizard to assail them; that was the latest news. However, there was nothing.
And then there were two loud, raucous noises. "Men, stay on your guard! Prepare for whatever the hell these bird-worshipers have next!" bellowed out Wheeling.
Wheeling dashed towards the location of one of the blasts, as reported by his troops. He prepared his powers and, after finding cover with some of the troops, put a shield around them. Toward them came a single figure who withstood small arms fire. He held an ax, which he smashed into the ground and took out another group of soldiers.
Wheeling manifested a shield around this being, and collapsed it around him.
This being was hardly damaged. He threw more and more shields at him, and more and more bullets came upon the figure's body. More swings of the ax, and more men fell.
Wheeling ordered a retreat.
"Wheeling!" called out Townes from the receiver.
"Yes? We are being attacked by not one, but two superhumans of some sort! What could you possibly want?"
"I have just received information directly from Langley; they're telling me before anyone else in the Guatemalan deployment. Earlier today, we found two objects in the solar system converging on Guatemala; one had come from the sun, and one from the moon. They were moving at speeds that were too fast to be intercepted. We have reason to believe that these are the Hero Twins of Maya mythology, who defeated Vucub-Caquix and later became sun and moon gods."
"And what the hell are they doing here?"
"Long story short, they aren't happy we're in Guatemala."
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:33:35 GMT
Excerpt from the Online Superhuman Database, 2012
The topic of superhumans in the United States armed forces is one that is fiercely divided into those who support and those who oppose the government position of mandatory military service for those with superhuman abilities. The United States government maintains that the conscription of superhumans into the armed forces is necessary for national defense, whilst opponents claim it is a violation of the 13th amendment to the Constitution as well as other laws.
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Mandatory military service for superhumans occurred during the Vietnam War; this was less for military need and more to combat the amount of rogue superhumans causing chaos in the country in opposition to said war. Groups such as Weather Underground and Anti-Imperialist League had their own superhumans which engaged in terrorist activity near military bases (such as the attack on Camp David by the latter) and generally provided anti-government superhuman action, including attacking police at various antiwar and civil rights protests.
To counter this growing wave, Congress passed the Superhuman Security Act, placing all superhumans under military auspices once their powers were discovered. With the growth of superhuman technology, the ability to detect enhanced abilities was made much easier at younger ages.
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Currently, there are several superhuman training academies throughout the United States; these include the Rybalkin Superhuman Educational Institute in Leesburg, Virginia, the LeFew School for the Supernaturally Gifted in Columbia, Tennessee (affiliated with Vanderbilt University), the Federal Institute for Superhuman Education in Elko, Nevada, and the Moncure Institute for Superhuman Development in Hanford, California, among others scattered throughout the country.
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After graduation from these special high schools, education is directly overseen through one of five Superhuman Specialization Institutes, affiliated with major military formations and training facilities. These weaponize superhumans into battle-ready soldiers loyal to the United States and to the Constitution.
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Superhuman impressment has been challenged in courts multiple times; this has been upheld on the same legal backing as conscription in World War I and subsequent conflicts; the controversy died down in the 1980s due to the general draft for the Vucub Caquix War and the Second Russian Civil War; the occupation of Guatemala has seen similar activism from segments of society, and has yet to see a constitutional challenge in the new millennium.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:34:03 GMT
Excerpt from the Online Superhuman Database, 2012
The Superhero Team was developed by the United States Department of Defense in the aftermath of the Korean War, and first used in major deployment in Vietnam.
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During the Second World War and the Korean War the United States, like all other nations at the time, integrated their superhumans into the rank and file armed forces without their own units. However, a contingent of superhumans had banded together during the Battle of Pusan Perimeter, calling themselves the Arsenal of Democracy after the American moniker during the Second World War. These heroes, mostly veterans of that earlier conflict, were instrumental in fighting of North Korean and Chinese forces from South Korea.
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During the war, the Office of Superhuman Research was still attempting to gain additional funding from Washington. Using a significant amount of money, head researcher Jasper Lefew had hired Edward Bernays, the great propagandist, to help him present his case to the American public: that Superhumans were the future.
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The notion of having superhuman teams curated for special abilities coordinated was still being studied by the OSR, but Bernays offered another compelling reason for their use: propaganda. Taking influence from the pulp comic books of the day such as National Comics Publications and Atlas Comics, the superhumans deployed in Korea and later Vietnam and elsewhere would be organized into teams and aggressively sold to the public as embodiments of freedom, democracy, and liberalism against godless Communism.
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The success of Lefew's and Bernays' program led to surging support for superhuman research and development among the American public; comic books, toys, and films were commissioned detailing the real and fictionalized adventures of American superhumans. In 1956, the same year that Stalin would drop a nuclear bomb on Kaposvar and the defection of Lubomir Rybalkin and his ilk, Congress authorized the Superhuman Development Act, providing a significant amount of money to the OSR and the formalization of the superhero team as the standard method of deployment in western militaries.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:34:39 GMT
Excerpt from an article on the Online Superhuman Database, 2012
Human Computers are a particular subset of superhumans with powers that are generally mental in nature. In military usage, they are generally not deployed on the battlefield, generally being used as intelligence.
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Humans with naturally occurring mental ability far exceeding the average person were first harnessed during the governance of Joseph Stalin in the 1920s. These humans were used to coordinate the titanic logistics of running the Soviet Union in a way that would industrialize it to compete with Western powers. During World War II they first began using them to help in military logistics, and the science was continually improved until the war in Afghanistan, upon which the Union's dissolution in civil war rendered research impossible.
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The United States harnessed the abilities of these superhuman savants after learning of the Soviet program via spies during World War II. Scientist for the Office of Superhuman Research Stephen Hornbeck was the leader in the subprogram studying human computers; the arrival of Lubomir Rybalkin had provided their research with a much needed boost, and the Americans began emulating Soviet innovations.
These studies were soon looped into broader support from the US government at large when they were folded into the Central Intelligence Agency's project MKULTRA. Hornbeck, aided by the likes of Harold Alexander Abramson, Harris Isbell, and Louis Jolyon West, worked on the manifestation of telepathic abilities in superhumans as well as increasing reaction speed and information processing speed; the exact details are still heavily classified.
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Although often having some degree of mind control and other psionic abilities, human computers are not generally grouped among the psionic superhumans that are often deployed on the battlefield. Their use is logistics; they process tremendous amounts of information at a breakneck speed, and can use their intellects to make detailed predictions given sufficient data.
Their psionic abilities often include a form of farseeing that is used in place of satellite scans. This ability was first mastered by the Americans and used during the Vietnam War, and was subsequently used in the Vucub-Caquix War and the Second Russian Civil War, as well as the current Guatemalan intervention.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:35:08 GMT
"So you're telling me that these ancient heroes of the Maya are fighting against us?"
"Yes, sir."
Donald Rumsfeld, President of the United States, was worried. This would be awful for public relations.
"Are we sure of this?"
Eliza Mellon tried her best not to rip into the President. She knew this, and he was often incredulous of the ground situation in Guatemala. The Hero Twins, Hunahpu and Xbalanque, had manifested themselves and were attacking both cultist and American troops.
"Yes, sir. I interfaced with the other human computers and they were absolutely sure of this."
Mellon had no aids, only a file of documents for the President. She knew all of the necessary information from memory, which was in part shared with the other members of the task force in Guatemala.
Rumsfeld nodded. He paged through the documents. His eyes wrinkled.
"Is that -"
"Yes. The Hero Twins have fallen in with the Vanguard of the Oppressed."
Sure enough there was a picture contained within the dossier with the two heroes fighting alongside that irritating mosquito Esmeralda Ormanni.
Rumsfeld looked up. "Do everything in your power to ensure that the public does not learn of this."
"Yes, sir."
"And, do tell our generals down in Guatemala that I will send our SSBNs down there. The situation has now been escalated."
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:35:38 GMT
The cloaked jet glided through the nighttime clouds over Guatemala. Their hold was fill and their soldiers were primed and ready to fight.
It landed on the makeshift landing strip. "So they are your friends?" asked Xbalanque, one of the two Hero Twins. Beside him stood his brother, Hunahpu, and Esmeralda Ormanni.
"Yes," said Esmeralda. "We have had communications for quite some time. Now, it was deemed that they would best complete their mission by helping us."
"You need machines to fly," remarked Hunahpu. "We can do that ourselves."
"I can in certain ways," responded Esmeralda.
The jet's opening ramp descended down, and out came the reanimated corpse of Vladimir Lenin. Behind him, the other former Soviet superhumans that had rebelled against American occupation.
"Greetings! We are here to serve the proletarian revolution, as you requested, Ms. Ormanni." He saluted.
Esmeralda did the same. "Your assistance is most welcome."
"And these are your compatriots from the sun and moon?"
"Yes, we are," stated Xbalanque.
Birds overhead flew this way and that way. "Your birds are very active at this time of the night," observed Lenin.
"Not usually," replied Esmeralda.
"Those calls," remarked Xbalanque. "I recognize them." He glanced towards Hunahpu, who reciprocated the look.
"Those aren't any calls! Those are Vucub Caquix calls! He is a bird god and he has his own language. I remember some of the patterns."
As if from nowhere the birds began converging on them, divebombing the jet and the rest of the small base. "Take cover!" ordered Esmeralda, who ducked behind some crates. She lifted rocks and other miscellaneous objects and threw them at the flock, to only limited success.
She could see the two Hero Twins flinging beams of light at the flock; one of them charred the birds, the other froze them, making them crash into the ground. Sun and moon, she reckoned.
She continued to mentally fling objects at the birds. As she continued to do so, she took down more and more of them. She was improving.
Glancing over the crate, she saw Lenin focusing intensely on no one thing in particular. His contingent of Soviet superhumans was firing in perfect concord, complimenting each other's moves to the most flawless of detail.
She figured it out. That troop commanding power that he was imbued with. He still had it.
It would be useful against the Americans no doubt.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:36:03 GMT
"For all ballistic missile submarines deployed in the Caribbean and Pacific Oceans;
This is your President and Commander in Chief Donald Rumsfeld. I am certain there are questions as to why we brought you to these locations when our missiles could land on Guatemala from the mainland.
The answer is that I do not expect all of our forces to survive should Vucub Caquix be revived. Projections from our intelligence indicate that the likelihood of a direct attack on the mainland is nigh-inevitable should he return on the prophesied day.
In that case, we expect him to use his preexisting knowledge of American military assets gained in the last war to attack us where it hurts. He is also predicted to attack more major metropolitan areas than were afflicted in the last war.
The last war saw casualties in the tens of millions.
It is predicted the coming war will see causalities in the hundreds of millions.
Your mission is to lie in waiting under the oceans for an occasion in which the fate of all humankind hangs in the balance.
Vucub Caqux will undoubtedly send his sons and his other minions, which would be plentiful, on the US. He knows where are plenty of our bases are and likely routes of attack. He will have an intelligence boost he did not have in the 1980s, and we do not know what monsters he has in store for us.
We are hesitant to use nuclear weapons on civilian areas to minimize casualties. Given his potential growth in strength, what we have may not be enough even now.
On my order, or on the destruction of Washington and my own death, you are to pinpoint Vucub Caquix to obliterate him, and to destroy absolutely everything in Guatemala and the surrounding countries, to prevent him from rising again. The destruction of the Maya minority in these countries is essential to prevent another resurrection ritual as we have seen over the past few years.
He knows where American bases are. He does not know where you are, and he may not easily find you. That is why you are here.
You are here to kill a god."
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:36:39 GMT
December 14th, 2012
The high priest was worried. "They have returned! The accursed sons of Hun and Xquic have returned!" He seethed. "I thought they would have been content to stay in the skies, not interfering with our plan!"
He took deep breaths. The torch-lit chamber provided small solace, even if there were some others with him.
"I was worried about this," muttered Cabrakan. The high priest hoped that there would be no other interference from their old compatriots. Cabrakan did not care. "You should have planned."
"And we have!" proclaimed the high priest. "We have! We have prepared our best fighters, bred from the best Maya stock, to fight against them should the need arise! We can take down their machines, and surely we can take down these two impetuous children!"
Cabrakan mused. He attempted to come up with the best thing to say. He did not want to give off the impression that this cause was doomed.
"You underestimate my power."
The voice came not from any person. They did not hear the voice, they felt it, speaking directly to them in their very own heads.
"I sensed their coming as soon as the pale rodents first arrived from the land across the sea. I could hear them speak, in the distance, as these vermin sent their machines into the sky, and landed on the moon and went near the sun. The twins were waiting for what they deemed the most opportune time to defend their people. I am surprised they did not challenge me in the last war."
Cabrakan and the priest nodded.
"But fear not. In but a few days I will return. Cabrakan, you and your brother will be the first wave, as you have frustrated the invaders. But I will come, as has been foretold by my priests. I know their weaknesses now, and my rightful reign will commence in due time."
"I am sorry for doubting you, my lord! Please, have mercy!" repented the priest.
He surged into pain, falling onto his knees. He clutched his head and screamed, begging for forgiveness for this sin. He gesticulated and gasped for breath. Cabrakan merely looked on.
The pain stopped. The priest took a deep breath.
"That was not enough for death, but enough for discipline. The day of glory draws near."
And Vucub-Caquix ceased to speak.
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Post by spanishspy on Aug 2, 2017 0:38:33 GMT
Somewhere in Rockbridge County, Virginia
December 15th, 2012
The security doors slammed shut as John Gonzalez and his entourage entered the base secluded in the mountains, far away from any major city (if you could call Lexington and Buena Vista cities). He had been told of events of great importance that could not be discussed via any form of telecommunication, how important they were. He was followed by his staff, but he himself was the man in charge of this installation.
"Parker! O'Donnell! Prepare our sentinels for release! It was they who requested this meeting!"
They entered the room where all the human computers were restrained, lying on their backs surrounded by a metal cocoon. Connected to their heads were wires and tubes, united in a metal ring around their forehead.
One by one, the machines deactivated, the combined psionic energy of the human computers dissipating into their individual minds. The cocoons withdrew, and one by one they got up.
"Mr. Gonzalez!" they exclaimed. One, the leader of the team, a woman by the name of Annette Zhou, went up to speak with him.
"He is busy, but Rumsfeld wants to hear of this live. We are activating the direct comlink." That comlink, the both of them knew, was the single most secure connection in the world; the only one on which such matters could be discussed. It was psionic merged with electronic, with state of the art encryption beyond anything else in the government.
The television screen descended from the ceiling and the entire group took seats in the side of the room; it was designed such that communication could happen easily between all branches of the government with the base nestled in the mountains.
Rumsfeld appeared on the screen. Bodyguards were behind him. "What are your findings?" he asked, getting straight to the point.
The image of Rumsfeld shrunk and moved towards the side. On the right hand of the screen appeared a tremendously complicated graph of various different waves in a plethora of colors.
"We are receiving psionic energy from Guatemala to levels that we have never seen," described Zhou. Gonzalez nodded. "A significant amount of these new emanations are consistent with those emitted by Vucub Caquix since the war in the 1980s. They are increasing in magnitude in just about every way at rates we have not seen in years."
Rumsfeld nodded. "So it is doomsday."
"It looks like it. But that is not the only thing that is worrying us. The fluctuations of Vucub Caquix's energy are accompanied by an entirely new source of psionic energy, that too gets stronger and stronger, although to the point of the God himself. To make a long story short we are dealing not only with Vucub Caquix but with something else."
"What would that happen to be?"
"We don't know."
Gonzalez glanced at Zhou. She glanced back. Rumsfeld glanced at both of them. The rest of the people in the room glanced at each other.
There was a long, painful silence.
"Mr. Gonzalez," Rumsfeld said as he broke the silence. "Your weapon."
Gonzalez's eyes shot wide open. His breathing became very quiet.
"It is nowhere ready, Mr. President. It is too dangerous. You are asking me to potentially rip a hole in reality, and who knows what that could entail."
Rumsfeld was steely eyed. "If it works, we will have no more reason to continue the dirty war we have in Guatemala. There will be no more reason for the lynchings of people like you, like that which had your father shot to death in front of you."
Gonzalez became very pale. The appeal to his heritage was strong, but he maintained his position. "If it works."
"Mr. Gonzalez, as the President of the United States and the Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces, I order you to activate the weapon."
There was another long silence.
"Yes, sir," replied Gonzalez. "But we need a human computer as the test subject." He glanced around the room, apprehension in every human computer's eyes.
"I'll do it," proclaimed Annette Zhou. "If I need to die to prevent Doomsday so be it."
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