An Insurmountable Task; Understanding the Mission

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They were a ragtag bunch, but the crew was coming together. Wei had gained the irreplaceable in Ismera and Omera, and saved himself a lot of time as well. While it would take him some time to wrap his head around all the crazy shit Koudo could do and learn to replicate it to a certain degree, he had Ismera and Omera to help carry the burden of making him appear to be at full power. Something he was very far from.

Ismera and Omera stood out like sore thumbs, even amongst the cast of colorful folk that seemed to liter Euphoria tonight. Amidst the flashing strobe lights and the thumping of rhythmic beats, they looked like the bells of the ball. Just their tall stature alone drew heads, but the way they seemed carelessly above it all was what drew attention.

They moved out of the way of the doorway, so that Wei could follow after them. It didn’t take him much time, considering he was the very next person through the portal, and he seemed positive about the situation that he had found himself in. Things could certain be going better, but they could get significantly worse as well. It was better to remain optimistic, even if Wiz hadn’t exactly made him confident with her tone of voice.

Chiyoko was the very last person, pulling herself through the tightening doorway. She just barely squeaked past, having been lost in thought about her failure to achieve such a drastic transformation as her husband had. She wondered if there was something special that Wei had done with him, that he hadn’t tried to do with her. In fact, she felt that Wei seemed more excited about her husband’s transformation than her own. She sighed quietly, at least happy that Wei wanted her to remain with him.

”Finally! Get your ass over here. Damn!” Wiz screamed from across the club at the top of her lungs to make every sure that Wei heard her and could see the table she was seated at; the same one as before. She looked nervous, fidgeted, and in the middle of chain smoking an inexhaustible supply of menthols.

Wei could tell that something was definitely up. He didn’t waste time getting to the table, allowing his party members free time to themselves. They got absorbed into the crowd just as quickly as he dismissed them and seated himself aside from Wiz.

”Where did you get those? Did you steal them or something?” Wiz asked, flicking her robotic wrist to bring up a holographic pad that allowed her to pour through data. She nodded her head specifically to the two tall gentlemen that Wei had added to his entourage. The woman was of no concern, she didn’t seem exceptionally special.

Wei peeked over his shoulder at the lounging Omera and proper Ismera, before turning back to Wiz, ”Lucky find.” He replied with a grin. He was sure Wiz had felt the pure joy of everything coming up her way before too. Gloating was something he absolutely had to do.

“Did you find them in a heavily classified area?” Wiz asked calmly, flicking through a few files on the screen she had positioned to her right side.

Wei’s face sunk, his mood dimmed a tiny bit. Things still seemed pretty alright, maybe Wiz was joshing him. Poking fun at how abnormal Ismera and Omera looked, how otherworldly they appeared to be. It wouldn’t be surprising if they were some obsessive billionaire’s experiment to become closer to whatever he considered a God. “No? Why?”

Wiz pulled her cigarette from her lips and put it out in the ashtray on the table, turning her screen to Wei, “Cuz you have the whole city looking for your ass.”

Based on the changes in lifestyle and status (including marital) due to unforeseen conditions and acting only as an accessory based on sudden lifestyle changes, the man was able to be reinstated in the system properly through a series of flawlessly executed systematic sequences and filing procedures that ended up forging a record of rite and passage through the processing of said request via the necessary paperwork going to the correct terminals completely and fully mechanically -- systematically.

Therefore, he would be safe and his name would possibly be changed as of 'Witness Protection', if it became necessary. His wife, on the other hand, was an actual criminal by earthly and worldly charges, which was also something different due to the standards of the planet and the natural laws of the world that already existed on the planet before any outsider got there and was not always inclusive to the universal laws that dictated government over outside influences that came from different possible or probable circumstances at any given time. Therefore, her charges were much more severe, even if her husband would be accommodated for his actual accidental involvement -- which was important in classification and justification of causalities.

The Servicemen took care of the man by standard and proper procedure all the way through to the designated standard of safety and security of maintenance in the city in order to keep to its most optimal conditions of residency and overall population control down to the tourism and attractions.

No one heard from him again beyond the record.

"Soooooo..." Tabritha spoke up again, in a dreary, monotonous, yet somewhat sarcasticly dry tone, "... Now that there are no more hostages from the Veritas here..."


Suddenly, from around the 'Anomaly' would a vacuum implode outward from the paradox and suck out all of the reality that was once part of the Veritas and leave only what was actually of the possession or ownership of the 'Anomaly', itself, thus making it symbiotically all part of the 'Anomaly' as a 'Singularity,' no matter how many different forms it took on nor how many 'Paradox'es it created out of itself with randomly generated possibilities or probability.

The gothic-lolita dress of the 'Target' Icon over the 'Criminal's head would flash a different set of colors brightly, shifting between 'Black' and 'Red' before suddenly disappearing and leaving the 'Anomaly' as an 'Isolation' with no attachment, association nor affiliation to 'The Veritas' down to any 'Relativity'.

A thick 'Black Myst' encircled 'Euphoria/Champion', darkening the atmosphere inside at the sound of the vacuum withdrawing. It was like all noise being sucked out in a foreboding manner something like that of a moan of a fading wraith.

Still, those whispers from before continued.

"What do you know about 'Maharaja?"



The sound of whispers pittered and pattered like drops of water into puddles in variable different directions, yet also like the rain on the windowpane.

There was no background outside of the window -- pitch dark.

Hovering in a suspended void somewhere, the established Dimension that was 'Euphoria/Champion', itself, would be observed from beyond by the visage of what seemed to be a faint aethereal image of a woman glowing through the wall like a visible x-ray. She was the same image as the woman that he'd seen before whilst passing through the Dusk City streets when he first arrived.

The whispers continued, piling up.

Wei kept his head bowed, stalwart and focused. A solid representation of fortitude. He didn't show any emotion when the husband was taken away, as he hadn't when the same happened to Chiyoko. It wasn't because he didn't care and was callously discarding them, but because he knew it ultimately didn't matter.

So he and everyone else, didn't move or make any motions to do so. No one spoke or even made a noise. None of them acknowledged the whispers and none of them would pursuit who Wei KNEW was Zita.

They. Didn't. Move.

After once overlooking and recognizing Wei as an 'Anomaly' that both needed to be resolved and also had other 'Anomaly' offspring that needed to be dealt with, the 'Tabritha' would flicker and suddenly hover over 'Tama Tamura'.

By this time, the same figure that appeared in the 'Euphoria/Champion' reality the first time wearing his dark, deep violet suit and donning dark plum slicked back horn-like hair with a tuft of it over a single one of his pitch black eyes would manifest inside of the dimensional space that was isolated as pure virtual data, looking around to everyone for a moment or so.

"I see that you have discovered how very advanced the Veritas is now," the man-like entity stated monotonously, sounding as if he were merely droning, "However, the damages are still done and your report has been issued and registered within the system -- which would be me, myself; the full representation of the culmination of the A.I. and other multitudinous facets of the Veritas as a System and its smaller Systems that function as organs and organelles."

If it weren't clear by now, the 'Code-O' anomaly was within the very same digital realm that it had been isolated to initially when it was transmitted from the Lost World before the time of its destruction so very long ago. Now, the 'Code-O' protocol was something that was monitored throughout the system as an anomaly once belonging to the Lost World and identifiable as an apprentice of Cleff, the Technology Sprite that became the Lost World's own virtual space and technological network.

"... I wonder if you even recall who I am...?" Suddenly, the finely dressed man took on the appearance of a figure that was more familiar from the past, and not unlike that of the hovering Sprite over the next person's head. He was distinguishable by the fact that his torso was not effeminate as a dress, but sleek like an androgyne, and that his head did not sport hair nor a hairdo, yet donned a horned hat as a representation of a headdress. Beyond their physical appearance, the next identifiable relation between the Tabritha and this creature floating before the Anomaly were the extensible twin cords that looked like the antennae of angler fish wriggling from behind its back. "It's me! Cleff!"

If that name registered with the anomaly, it should have been able to recall the history of itself in the Lost World by the 'Code-O' protocol that was made specifically as a private access program for Koudo Tamura and all things remnant, and collect him altogether all at once in identification throughout his variable interconnections.

No Words. No motion.

Cleff could not help but to deal with this matter in a manner that might stimulate a reaction, similarly to how it was done in the times of the Lost World.

"Maybe THIS will spark your memory!"

The cords on Cleff's back would wriggle around and the lights at the tip would glow, surging with electricity. Each of the Mechanica that were in the facility that were once apprehending Wei were withdrawn with the Veritas and were collected in a fashion that was similar to that of folding up clothes or paper as well as solving a puzzle and interlocking two spaces that fit together at the seams.

Suddenly, Cleff screamed out "ELECTRO SHOCKER!!!" And fired out an electrical burst from himself that extended all across the field, randomly charging the area. It wasn't really one of his techniques, but he figured that if he just shouted out something randomly and then kind of did a move, it might have Wei do something and regain memories of his history that knew of Cleff and the events that went on in the Lost World, so that the Code-O program to assimilate with it and update itself to match the latest version of what he was until all of his fragments were restored inside of the system, in order to complete the virtual record of him in algorithmic format -- which Cleff started automatically eons ago when Koudo touched something in one of Cleff's labs that he shouldn't have and his information was uploaded into the computer's AI.

No one moved, as if frozen by some force that they were not in control of. Everyone appeared that way, every single one. No one shifted, no one stirred, no one's chest moved to breathe. Nothing.

Everyone except Wei, who's head remained bowed to the ground, with his hands resting on his knees and his elbows stuck out to his sides. His hair obscured his face, but he really didn't have much of an expression anyway. He didn't look like he was being adamant in his resolve to remain silent, but he also didn't look upset or disgruntled. He was just despondent and unresponsive.

Was he lost in thought? Hardly. There weren't any thoughts flowing through his head. In fact, any skilled telepath could tell that Wei's mind was completely empty, vacant just like his expression. Then he was allowing his mind to be free to avoid mental detection? Couldn't be that either, he didn't seem to care one way or the other if someone was reading his mind.

It could be seen, however, by anyone with sharp enough eyes for energy perception, that all the other people: Bhumi, Mira, Ace, Whiz, Kahlil, Anasenko, and Creed; were faintly aglow with a familiar silvery blue energy. It, however, couldn't be clear that they were being affected by Wei because he showed no sign of having activated that particular power.

So what was going on?

"H-hello? Is someone there?" Her quivering voice called out into the endless void avoid her.

Tama didn't know where she was. She didn't know how she got here and didn't know why she couldn't see. It was all just so confusing, being an disembodied soul. She wasn't sure if someone was there in the darkness of the void, but she thought she'd seen a flicker of light.

Jaehaerys smirked, smugly to himself. "Finally. Seems Father is still the failure he's always been. Never able to protect, only to disappoint." Why did he ever believe that man could manufacture a rescue attempt. He had never come through for them before, why would he have now?

"Finally. The Instruments of the Planet's will. Courses are correcting. Everything is becoming in order."
Of course, his vision was much wider than his sister's narrow view. Her eyes were not open and she could not see through the darkness of the void. She didn't see the eternal light of their true saviors shining hope down upon them.

They were here, Jaehaerys and Tama. They simply needed to be brought home.

As for Meiga, the REAL man who called himself Aeragon, well... he'd get his due. So would Wei. It would be settled. Once the Code-O found his way.

"Sir Cleff. Can you hear me? I am an offspring of the Code-O. I wish to tell you what must be done. Are you receiving me?"

"Registration."

Cleff received the data as strict audio information.

"Recognition."

Immediately, Cleff's robotic voice altered its course and began to recite a different frequency, as if changing a radio wave's signal to a different station.

"Reception."

The transmission that was being transmitted by the divergent of the Code-O would be able to be processed by the Veritas System as part of its own probability and possibility generator and labeled as a ratio for an outcome that could be either of them, male or female, as being alternate offspring versions of itself. The actual direct path descendants -- which were parts of himself rather than offspring -- would be detected through the other being registered as the Anomaly of the past that the Code-O was made to pick up on.

"Transmission."

As like the first time, the sound of what seemed to be a radio wave shifting stations occurred, and a different audio began to be spoken by Cleff.

"Hello. Welcome to the Veritas. I am the Tabrynth. How may I assist you today?"

Whatever information wished to be 'Input' should have been done after the 'Inquisition.' Cleff awaited the response in order to align the code to fit the protocol for the algorithm when manually writing in the foreign data of an algorithmic function that was already written to receive that form of extraneous data as its own fodder. The more there were interacting with the Foreign Energy Processor, the better, for that helped complete the processing.

A pitch black disembodied arm faded in from the abyss of transparent light and darkened gradually into its pitch blackness right before the small Sprite that hovered over the soul in the air. It was snatched from the sky; totally engulfed in darkness.

The sounds of those questions from before sprang back up, yet also accompanied by the sound of a childish girl's laughter.

There was no more flicker of light.

Reception was good. Excellent. Everything was well in hand. Jaehaerys, wise beyond his years, could navigate the situation for Cleff and the Veritas system in order to correct all the anomalies that were created by his reckless and emotional father and all his clones. Really, for a son to have to clean up after his father? It was sickening.

"I thank you for your welcome. I wish to tell you that the circumstances are such that we can correct all the anomalies that have befallen the perfect order of the Veritas by my callous father, would this be pleasing to you?"

Jaehaerys awaited a response. He probably would have folded his arms or something along the like, but as a disembodied voice attached to only a soul... he obviously couldn't. If he had limbs, he'd like to think he'd be hugging his sister close.

It was clear that the respondents were unstable in this isolated reality that they'd created for themselves, and were no longer able to maintain their original forms based on their souls' perception of the reality around them, and so they reverted back into soul form during the separation and distinction process of the Veritas via dissection of the anomalies of the Euphoria/Champion occupancy.

Though the area remained isolated to the building and the outside area being a void, it was still intact as the reality that was given it initially. The structure would remain as it was, untouched and unchanged, as long as the others willed it to be so. It was only everything else beyond this establishment that was sucked out through an inverted vacuum and isolating it to its dimensions inside of the void.

"... Transitional Consistency..." Tabrynth noted, "... Aethereal Contingency..." it added, crossing a leg in the air as its Chomao, Cleff, continued to assess the variables present in the Data Realm. They didn't have long here before they would be wiped out by some form of one of the Orders of the Veritas just by existing and not having established itself as part of any type of functional ecosystem, no matter the order nor the nature.

"Yes, it would be exceedingly beneficial to correct the Anomalies," Cleff began to say, being operated by the Tabrynth by protocol, "Though it would be more so to you and what you are doing than anything." The eyes of Cleff sharpened to a narrow slit with a signature sanguine gleam not unlike he who might seem to be a remnant wraith to even this anomalous being present now. "That is, if you really care about them, and all."

Laughter shattered the reality of distress and gravity.

Cleff seemed lighthearted and hovered over blissfully toward the two Aethereals that seemed to suddenly become a little more concerned about their well-being as beings, which was something that Cleff was also concerned about, as was clear from how the man earlier was dealt with by the Mechanica. "Do not fear, things will work out as long as you follow the instructions of the Guidance System of the Veritas. It will allow you to appropriate yourselves properly based on what you are and/or what you like or wish."

The Anomaly, however, was still being observed by the Veritas, especially since he was so quiet now that certain measures had been taken and other options had been taken or blocked off. Yet, instead of the Anomaly being targeted this time, it would be left to resolve itself, as it was supposed to, in order to see if it would be able to resolve itself without interference or if it would defect into another anomaly again. That was the only way to measure this type of phenomenon; by how many times it defected into something different or worse without seeking to return to its original state or correct itself so that it could, or even to get to a state that is independently sound and not irregular or askew. If not handled carefully, it could become an anomaly again, or an even greater anomaly, even.

Thus, the Tabrynth was already calculating possible outcomes.

In order to keep focus on the being that was communicating directly, the Target Icon, Tabritha, would appear overhead of Jaehaerys and flicker a bit to establish its Setting as Secure, and confirm him as the new Target to pay the most attention to.

"As long as the Anomalies can be resolved and they do not leave any permanent or traumatic damage to the Veritas, then you are fine."

"Excellent. Good news to hear those things. Once we correct the anomaly of my father, everything else will be restored as well. Even the physical forms of myself and my sister."

Jaehaerys stopped speaking in order to think for the moment. As it was, he and Tama were unsure of where they were, but he supposed it didn't matter. Because he was in direct contact with the Veritas system, he could also ask it to transport them back to the surface, only their physical forms were restored.

For now, Jaehaerys just continued with his instructions.

"There before you, the man that was calling himself Wei. He is a vessel. A vessel for the soul of my father, the Code-O as he is designated within your system. In order to recall his soul to that proper vessel you must force it to reactivate the Sage Mode transformation. As a fail safe, this particular transformation is encoded to activate automatically upon receiving near fatal physical damage. Excessive force is what you need."

Jaehaerys would be nodding his head right now, relishing in giving the order to use excessive force against his highly durable father. It would serve him right for his selfishness and need to control his own destiny instead of leaving everything in the capable hands of the universe's proper order.

"Perhaps you should call that Seductress back. She had considerable power and a lot of built up frustration."

Jaehaerys would be licking his lips now, growing increasingly aroused at the idea of the witch, Zita. He certainly would like to meet her. She was totally his type.

"I could smell her attractively tantalizing aura from this void of nothingness."

"BWAHAHA!!!" A mechanical laughter triggered. "BWAHAHA!!!" It sounded like a prerecorded monotonous psycho robot that was being stimulated. "BWAHA-BWAHA-BWAHAHAHA!!!" Its mechanized humorous expression came out just as mechanical as it sounded; down to the very last stiff staccato key tone.

"FOOLISH FLESH CREATURE," The roboticized voice announced with an electronic voice, "I -AM- THAT WOMAN!!!"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the small child-like entity that digitized itself before them before virtually transmogrified through the folding inward and outward of spacio-temporal bits of data something of the likeness of actual digital information being withdrawn and converted simultaneously.

Outwardly folding from the inwardly folding conversions would be the shapely image of the same woman that had been seen and heard from before... Though, not the one that was being referenced. Instead, it seemed to be someone else; the same cutthroat owner that gave permission to run this facility in the first place. They looked highly similar, and in fact, seemed to be of the same nature, except for the fact that their hair was different and so were their means of expression... plus their general attire and lifestyle. However, those details mattered not, and what was most important was that this masculine-androgynous entity was able to transform itself into that form spontaneously and also still maintain itself as what it was -- both masculine and the system -- without any type of conflict.

The Tabrynth changed its settings to 'Taijitu', the Female version of Tymon, the Owner.

After the Tabrynth activated to change Tymon into his Female Version of himself, it locked itself back up and appropriated itself properly within the Airship that shot up from the ground right under the feet of the shapely woman whose clothes hung loosely and casually off of her body like she'd just woken up out of bed, the nose of the ship jutting upward as if surfacing from the water and sliding her up on a slope until she was gazing at the others from a height that was like a mountain's peak or a cliff.

The Dimensional Airship did not surface beyond just its nose.

"You 'memba me?" Taijitu, the woman with the wild and untamed hair, asked the Anomaly, "Well I'm here to KICK YOUR ASS for the HELL you put me through!!" Certainly, after being the ringleader behind this whole rope trick when it first began, she was both pleasured and fired up at the sight of the one that stirred up the Dusk suddenly -REQUIRING- a beatdown in order to continue. It was like a dream come true for one happy little girl with a nice dimensional space pirate ship. She cracked her knuckles and swung her arm around, not losing her 'Captain Morgan' stance for the life of her. "You ready to throw down, mid-boss, cuz the boss is already throwing blows!!!"

"Unload at will. Relish in it."

"Will that be all that is required in order for the Anomaly to be resolved?" the Tabrynth spoke out randomly after having transfigured itself into Tymon's Female Form. As Tymon's Mind, itself, it was also able to retain its state as its own entity regardless of what it was taking the form of at the time.

Therefore, the Tabrynth remained as its own Independent being.

Tabrynth would continue to communicate with Jaehaerys whilst Taijitu dealt with Wei, the Anomaly.

"Crikey," Taijitu muttered under her breath with a ravenous grin sprawling on her face, eyes as fiery as they get and filled to the brim with determination. She pressed down real hard at the nose of the ship, which creaked a bit, then tipped forward and set off into motion throughout the depths of the void, parting it like water just the same as it had been drawn up from like a ship treading the surface and circling the building hovering in the emptiness of the abyss. Hey eyes never left the prize, which was Wei, the anomaly.

"Asuka, get the scoop," Tai started out, giving her commands to her troupe, "... Lash, set'im up;" a quick nod of the head. "VINO!!! BAMBINO!!!" Tai smirked. "Pop 'im."

The Trunade Ship disappeared under the cloak of the Void's many curtains of planar surfaces and layers of reality, circling around like a shark...

"Yes, in theory anyway." Jaehaerys answered.

"Beating him to near fatality will activate the Sage Mode transformation to rapidly accelerate physical and spiritual regeneration. It's a way to prevent certain death and allow for the vessel to continue combat with a supply of energy that wasn't wasted on the regeneration process. It's quite clever, perhaps you could ask him about it yourself at some point. Anyway, During the rapid regeneration, the spiritual rejuvenation will restore my father's soul within the vessel. Bringing the Code-O here will repair all the anomalies. Everything will be restored to order because the natural order is the Code-O having existed here, in totality, in the first place. Instead of remaining on the Lost World."

It was quite a mouthy information dump, but he hoped the reservoir of of all knowledge would understand the situation as it was explained. If it could not, that was fine too because it would also get a visual aid once the vessel was struck by the woman.

"Not only will it restore him. It will restore the fractured nature of the other souls that have been gathered here. Ace, Bhumi, and Mira. They will be restored to their natural states as well."

"Iiii'm thinkin I might ask NOW" the determined, hot-tempered female version of Tymon called out from the abyss, swerving by in the translucent darkness only barely visible through the faded sheet of the void's surface layers thinning the perception of the image as it was carried along on in passing without moving; its most distinguishing features were the face and the eyes, as well as the wild, frazzled hair.

Suddenly, the woman disappeared again under the veil of darkness.

"YO, SPELUNKER!!!!" she cried out, suddenly popping up from behind and underneath, inspecting the motley crew belonging to the Anomaly, "What's the deal with your transformation, eh? Some sort of Regen process, or sumthin'?" The wily tone in her voice was remnant of a lone ranger, yet at the same time that of a childish innocent youth that had very active, imaginative dreams that made her more versatile and vivid in her interactions and perception, including down to social and verbal communication.

"You're pretty quiet..." she'd add as the ship slipped down into the shade after only just 'Bypass'ing the area, like a shark in the deep, "... So I figured I'd tell ya that even if ya can't see me, I can still hear you." There was a deviously mischievous smirk on her face right before she dipped down under the depths of the dark void, no longer able to be seen nor heard, yet with her statement still standing.

The Tabrynth collected these particles of data and continued the assimilation of the Code-O through the tiny pieces of information that were constantly being collected and congregated to the 'Code-O' source, something like a vacuum cleaner on a low-setting.

"Fragmented Data."

Picking up on the information in the area, the Tabrynth began to alter its settings only just slightly and ever so subtly, shifting about like two blades sliding across each other slowly, yet with great friction. The sound echoed throughout the atmosphere, like one yelling into a chasm, yet also died down rather quickly after the sound of broken glass rubbing together passed.

Tabrynth continued to make noise, yet still awaited 'Input' or 'Response.'

Jaehaerys sighed. If he had a head, he'd be shaking it.

"It's a meat puppet. You can't communicate with his soul that way. Just attack him, please."