A Necessary Sacrifice Or Patient Children

Year: 2524

Location: ???

City: Tarsonis City,

World: Tarsonis

Having been uncuffed, Caesar was led out of the medical wing by Tom and the security. Towards what he thought should've been a lobby connecting the wings. Along the way, his eyes shifted away from the security guard's back to the hallway's steel bolted walls.

His eyes darted up and down the walls, as his mind quickly came to one conclusion. 'There are no cameras in plain sight.'

His head turned to see Tom coming to a stop when nine kids turned the corner with four guards by their side. Their faces had been stained with tears, bruised from fists, and devoid of emotion, their will...shaken.

Yet oddly still, although bruised and beaten one kid, who was of Korean descent chose not to cry. He winced in pain but it was not from the beatings, his wince was from the kids around him.

Their trauma echoed outwards like a blazing Syrian near the ear of a newborn bat. Or in this case, a highly talented yet undeveloped psionic user.

For Caesar thou, their thoughts were nothing more than a useless info dump. His eyes didn't twitch, his mouth didn't sneer. One would say he had grown too numb to thoughts of this nature.

Even when the red-haired little girl thought back to her father, and recently departed family while staring into his eyes. He disregarded it to be nothing but nonsense. His only concern... 'Why is she comparing my eyes to his.'

Before looking to Tom, who told him. "If you had missed behaved that's what would've happened to you."

Caesar nodded confirming his early suspicions, before asking. "Why do they stare?"

Pointing a finger towards Caesar's eyes, Tom told him. "Those experiments made your eye color turn into an extremely rare polar grey. Now stop asking questions and hurry up, you rodents are wasting my time."

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After a short walk, Tom led the kids to the office window of a young long brown-haired athletic Eurasian woman. Before introducing her "This is Lisa, she's one of your current Preceptors and is in charge of your living conditions. Lisa, these are your new kids, they are to be in class tomorrow. I sent the necessary data to your datapad." Then walking away. [Insert pic of Lisa]

Grabbing her Datapad Lisa dragged the kids through a corridor that said Youth Dormitory written in big blue letters. Like the medical wing, everything was covered in metal plating that hid all sorts of tech beneath it.

"Listen up! You'll be taken to your room and assign a bed. In these rooms, you will see containers underneath or on top of your bunk beds. In these containers are an assortment of things, however the most important. Are your training suits, your psi-screener, and your datapad.

You must wear your training suits every day, datapads must be brought to all classes and at the end of the week, we will be washing all training suits. Classes go from Monday to Saturday, Dorm-wide alarms are set to zero five hundred hours for your early morning workout.

All recruits must be in bed by twenty-four hundred hours, or you'll be disciplined. If you are caught telepathically fraternizing with other recruits you'll be disciplined. Yes, there are other rules, no I won't say them. They're in your rooms, no I won't answer any questions.

And for those of you more talented psionic users, the psi-screener is a device used to block all incoming and outgoing telepathic thoughts. All staff members wear one, and if you try to peer into their minds we'll know.

But please, do so anyway,...It'll really...make my day. Now, you can use it to help you sleep at night. HOWEVER, BE WARNED YOU SHOULD NEVER USE IT FOR MORE THAN SEVEN HOURS! At a time. Now let's move on.`

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Sometime later, Caesar Pov. (Remember, Caesar's somewhat emotionless)

I knew we'd share rooms, but I didn't think it was one giant room meant to house up to forty kids.

I mean, here I am trapped in a propaganda-filled room, with nine brats, and who knows how many other kids!

'Eight brats, my family wasn't rich. And don't forget the rules they've plastered alongside them.'

Whatever. The point is, some of these kids are guaranteed to be snitches. And between them, the hidden, the none hidden cameras, those preceptors watching our every move…

'Yeah I get it, we're fucked. But what are those preceptors?'

From what I can tell, I'd they're meant to... who the fuck are you? And how are you in my head?

'Kai mustang, the Korean boy beside you.'

Detail, now.

'The doctor testing me went rambling about high-grade psionic users being sensitive to people's thoughts and exhibiting a wider range of psionic-based abilities.'

Greaaaat. So it's safe to assume every kid here can read minds to varying degrees.

What do you think they want from us?'

Soldiers--well, to be more specific they must want obedient super slaves.

'WHAT!?'

. Look around you Kai. The propaganda they posted all over our walls, the beatings, the cameras, the scientists studying our DNA. The psionic powers, oh and let's not forget the training suits, which say Confederate military academy on its back.

'If we're in a school where are the windows? I haven't seen any windows.'

We're underground. Note all the ventilation pumping in the fresh air. And the only elevator visible being placed within a high-security lobby. Then harken back to what Lisa said about us being level 0.

'S-s-so, what now? I don't--'

Kai, they don't care about your wants and neither do I. However, my advice to you is to simply endure and play along because we're trapped here until they see others wise.

'WE CAN--'

Escape? Then what? We'd have nowhere to go and no place to hide, idiot. Now go away, the preceptors are coming in with the rest of our roommates.

'Tell me please, do we have a chance? And what is your name?'

Caesar...Caesar Augustus. And if you want to be free, just endure.

After all, we're only 8 and nobody can play perfect chess for the next 10 years.

'You know...a man once said, all systems have their weakness.'

----- At the same time-----

*Knock, knock, knock*

???: "What is it?"

???: "Sir, you have a few slight problems. Two of the latest recruits we're a part of the young genius program."

???: "Is it this black-haired, grey-eyed boy and the Asian kid on my monitor?"

???: "The Asian boy is Kai Mustang, a promising recruit and the grey-eyed is one of them, sir. According to the data, his birth name is Geralt Caesar Augustus, the scientists have taken to addressing him as Caesar out of humor, sir. The name--"

???: "I know what Caesar means, now on it."

???: "A high councilor has demanded you proceed with most of their previous course load while inserting what you feel is needed to succeed in the ghost program. They even went as far as to threaten to have you "replaced", sir."

???: "How stupid are they to think it'd be ok for one of the recruits to get that treatment!!?"

???: "TWO of the recruits, sir. And Caesar, not the issue. In fact, according to the data we have he's an ideal recruit, sir. He possesses a psionic index of 5.8, making him extremely manageable. Displays behavioral qualities inline with anti-social---"

???: "Ok, I get it. Who's the next kid."

???: "The problem is VIctoria Matsuda. She's the long-haired Japanese/Brazilian girl currently displayed on your cameras."

???: "What's the issue?"

???: "She possesses an index of 8.7...Sir."

???: "HA, HA, HAA! I see I see. They're trying to see me fail, so they can justify replacing me in favor of somebody else. But just wait, one day I'll get those privileged fucks...I'll get 'em."

???: "Finally, they want Ingrid Popovich. Your daughter, to be placed into the program along with Kelly Holt."

???: "A HOLT! I See, I See, it's not just me. Somebody within the 11 is making a power play! To think they'd try to take my academy! This is my academy! My BASE! I SET THE RULES ON THIS BATTLEFIELD!"

#An: the Character's not important the family name is.#

???: "Director Popovich, sir?"

Director Popovich: "Go through with the orders, we have a war to win! And a dream to chase. Don't worry about the commandant he's easily won over, as for my daughter...she's just another casualty, in fact. She should be proud to die for my cause! Oh, and dispose of her mother. She'll become a nuisance with the girl gone. "

But what about this Caesar, is there anything else of note? If not have the boy executed."

???: "Well, according to the scientist's Caesar's body has been significantly augmented. Although they aren't able to say to what extent or if there will be any long-term damage because of his prepubescent stage."

Director Popovich: "I see, so the kid has promise. For now, Leave him. But if he can't surpass my expectations with all the gifts he has they'll be given full clearance to experiment on his body."

------ Back to Caesar----

'...He was right. All systems have their weaknesses, and this place is no different. That's why I love the Confederacy Kai, it's run by the worst humanity has to offer, and they'd never fix it. Because it benefits them too much.'

Kai (smiling): 'Your right, we just have to endure.'

???: 'Finally, somebody who speaks my language. Jonathan Samir psi index 10, and I'm in.'

'You got balls?'

Jonathan: 'Of course I do.'

'Then it's a pleasure.'

Kai: 'Stop the cool act, I can sense both your fears.'

'Hey Idiot, you realize that everything is afraid of something.'

Jonathan: 'Ah, you're both so childish.'

Kai: 'i'm THE CHIL--'

'It's called trolling, I read about it.'

Jonathan: 'Oh god! Where'd you hear that old term...But still, you make it sound easy. What's the secret?'

Caesar: '...'

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I FORGOT TO ADD THIS IN! But the recruit's beds are separated by 6 feet or 2 meters of space and each bed has a bulletproof cage, which rises out of the ground around them.