When Zeollas woke up that morning, he walked to the little closet in the room provided to him by Kuro, pulled out the nice clothes he?d purchased the day before, and set them out for when he was clean. He showered thoroughly, brushed his hair even, and then got dressed. The clothes were neatly pressed, all dark, as that was his style, but far nicer than his usual leather and denim combination. Once done, he did a quick mental scan of all his cyberware, making sure it was all in order, then left. He mounted the Yamaha Cobra, donned a leather jacket to keep his shirt from being wrinkled, and pulled his helmet overhead. The engine was revved up, and he took off down the street, headed toward the worksite.

A bag was strapped to the side of the motorcycle, containing documents required upon his arrival at the worksite where he?d be applying for a job. As he drove, Zeollas tossed a glance down toward the bag and reminded himself that he was operating under an alias here. His attention turned forward again, focusing on the road before it became rough terrain as he neared the worksite. He was applying for a security position, so at least he wouldn?t be doing all of the heavy lifting while working there.

As he reached the electrical fence, a few armed security workers came by and ordered him to halt, which he did. A hand lifted to flick the darkened visor of his helmet up so they could see his eyes.

?What?s your purpose here?? Asked one of the men. ?I?m applying for a security position, name is Daron Knightmare.? Zeollas replied. ?Knightmare.? Said the man, echoing before nodding. ?All right, heard mention of you.? He stepped back and motioned toward the fence, a gate opened there. ?Go on ahead.? The guard finished. Zeollas nodded, flicked the visor back down, and started off. ?Thanks.?

He drove through the worksite, taking a path that was undoubtedly used for vehicles to drive around, and headed toward one of the few buildings that had been set up, the security office. Once finally there, Zeollas dismounted, strapped the helmet to the bike and took out the keys. He unstrapped the bag and slung it over his shoulder, fixed his hair a bit, then walked inside.

The pilot posing as a security worker walked toward the front desk of the security offices, looking around curiously before turning forward.

?Hello?? Asked Zeollas.

Zeo shook the man's hand, his grip firm and friendly. Once released, his hand returned to his side and he nodded. The pilot gave the chief of security a once over, judging how big of a threat he could be off of that brief observation. It was just an estimate. He listened attentively as the man spoke, smiling in a manner that could only be perceived as willing and eager, as in he was looking forward to this new job at the New Eden colony.

"Captain Markenson," Said Zeollas, "Nice to meet you." He continued listening, committing the numbers and directions to memory. The soldier stood tall and proud, with a rigid posture that reflected his years of military service. First impressions are key in his line of work. "I do have a few questions, if you have the time..." He trailed off and looked over his shoulder out the window, at the supply yard.

"Does my patrol route include the perimeter of the supply yard? And are uniforms required? And if so, will I be provided with one?" Questions were asked in rapid succession of one another, a sure sign of a new employee who was eager and wanted to make sure they did everything right. Zeo had years of practice in this field. "And furthermore, what about weaponry? Is it issued by you or someone else in the security department, or are we required to carry our own with us?"

Zeollas nodded and accepted the seat with a murmured thanks, then leaned back and listened as the chief of security listed off the answers to his questions. He tried not to smile at the black folder containing all the codes and information, and indeed did very well at that. He merely nodded in response, taking the card and folder to be tucked into the bag he'd brought along with him for safe keeping.

"Understood." Said Zeo while he stood up once again. "Thank you very much, Captain." He added, reaching out to shake the man's hand again. "I look forward to starting work later on tonight, you've been a great help." Regardless of whether or not the man shook his hand, Zeollas offered an amiable smile and began to slowly backtrack toward the door. "Is it all right if I have a look around before my post starts tonight? Just to get a little familiar with the area?"

"Of course," Said Zeo, "That won't be a problem." He stepped back further and bowed his head to the man. "Thank you, and I'll report in later tonight." Then pivoting, Zeollas stepped out of the security office, put his bag back into place on the motorcycle, and mounted it. His helmet was pulled up and overhead, the jacket put back on, and then he keyed the engine.

The next few minutes were spent with him slowly driving around the work site, just studying how everything was lay out in order to get a better feel for the area so he would know where to go and what to do during the smuggling run him and Kuro had planned. Satisfied, he peeled out and set off toward Kuro's garage, deciding it was high time he reported in to his employer and began discussing the next steps in their plan.

Security was tight in the armory, there were guards fitted in their black jumpsuits, armored vests, glossy black helmet/masks. Zeo would count at least four patroling the outside of the armory and another two on the inside. Not to mention floating aerial patrol drones. The drones were semi-orb shaped black metallic things, with three red optical sensors. On the undersides of these Drones was a single Machine gun mount, that was belt fed. The belt went up and into a large boxlike add-on, which was on the right side of the orb body of the drones. In all Zeo would have seen two of these drones patrolling arround the Armory building.

Zeo was directed by one of the guards on were to go to get his Uniform, weapons and ID Tag. The Halls of the Armory were painted a dull white-grey, well-lit. Stairs going up to the second and third floors. The weapons and uniform room was on the ground level. Marked as Uniform and Weapons Supply room on a large steel door with a single blue painted stripe on the left side of the door. Indicating it was a Level One or Blue Area. Next to the door on the right hand side was a Keypad and Cardswipe terminal on the wall.


The whole security complex itself consisted of several large and long barracks-like buildings arranged in a grid. Each Barracks was a good 50 meters long and 20 meters wide and 10 meters high, each a three storey building with flat roofs. Flood lights and security cameras were all over. Overhead at each of the four Cardinal directions was a 10 meter(30 feet) high guard tower. Two guards to each tower and each tower had a 50 cal. Machine gun. The whole security complex was set away from the Supply depot and the Main Worksite, with the Supply depot to the NorthWest and the Worksite directly to the south. Gates lead to the Worksite and to the Supply depot. The south part of the Security complex shared the fence with the Worksite, while more fence surrounded the rest of the Security complex, independent of the Worksite fence.

In the center of this Security complex which was about 300 meters by 300 meters square, were three square buildings arranged in a triangular grouping. Each the height of about 20 meters and were 40 meters in length and width. They looked also like prison buildings, with few narrow armored glass windows, razor wire along the eaves of their flat roofs and heavy security doors. The three buildings were connected by thick concrete walls that were wide enough to incorporate hallways within the walls. This three building fortress held the control-communications center and power control center for the not only the Security complex, it was also for the entire worksite and the supply depot.

As for what powered all of this, to the North of the Security complex and also fenced off. With access only through a single gate, was the massive square building that housed the fuel-powered Generators. 12 large and loud humming 1500HP Generators, with the ability to generate 350 Megawatts of Power per Hour. The Control Center and the Power Generator are both considered High Level Security.

Zeo would find such alarm systems, the Hazardous spill alert systems were green panel boxes each marked with a Bio-Hazard symbol in black, with the word emergency written below that. All one had to do was use a Key card and the panel would open up. Inside was a lever, pulling that down, would activate the Bio-Hazard alarm. As Zeo walked arround he found one such panel on the front of each of the Warehouses in the East section of the Supply Yard. There were also such alarms at a number of concrete security kiosks in the Security complex. In all from the Security Complex and the Supply yard alone, there had to be at least a dozen such panels. That wasn't all though, next to these Biohazard alert panels were two other similiar panels. One that was red, marked for Fire emergencies and one that was blue, which was marked security. It was a similiar setup at each of the security kiosks in the Security complex.

However the only location for such an alarm at the worksite itself was at the Worksite Foreman's office. A large doublewide trailor set near the southern gate enterance into the Worksite. From Zeo's patrol and explorations, he would get an idea of the size of the seven foundations of the seven main structures to be built. The soild concrete with heavy carbon-steel rebar foundations were already in place. Prefab building components were being placed in all seven structures, albeit slowly due to the massive size of some of the pieces. Like some giant jigsaw puzzle being put together.

There were small armies of men and machines at the seven structure foundations, five of which were huge rectangular bases, the one in the middle of the worksite however was a wide, deep hole. Radiating out of this hole were seven deep trenches. One for each of the five other building sites, one headed to the area where the Water Treatment plant and seaport were being constructed 40 kilometers away to the West. The seventh trench went southwest towards the main gates. This is where a new structure was being built, nearby the MagLev train rail that was pointed towards Rhydin city. This obviously was to be the New Eden end Train station.

There were of course heavy steel and thick wood temporary bridges laid over these trenches to allow for Men and machines to move over the wide, deep trenches. Big, wide pipes, all plastic were being laid in sections, then joined together in what trenches Zeo would crossover in his scouting and patrolling of the place. It truely was a massive, complex undertaking that was non-stop day and night.

The food was to say the least, what one would expect from a Prison or a Military Camp. Bland, sloppy and it looked like it was all canned and processed. The Cafeteria was fairly large able to fit upto 400 people at a time. The room was low lit at least, due to the late hour. The air was abuzz with the low mummer of Guards and Workers talking. The conversations normal and boring, nothing very important to Zeo's spy work. One of the guards in line with Zeo getting food a Human with black hair, a few years older looking then Zeo's struck up some small talk with Zeo.

"Hey buddy you one of the new crew they hired on today? Name's Charles, I'm one of the sargeants here. What patrol they got you on rookie? Nothing too hard I hope?" He was either mocking Zeo or just messign with Zeo, as he was a new guy, getting the new guy treatment. "Better get used to the food too rookie, its shit they feed us, no one said it had to be fancy though. Just enough to keep us going for the long hours." Charles chuckled, maybe he was just testing Zeo see what the new recruit would say, who knew in a place like this, hard to tell who was what they seemed to be.

Charles had to grin, he liked Daron(Zeo's) attitude and nodded, giving a mock salute of his own to the rookie..

"Good to hear Rookie, just don't get too cocky you're still fresh meat, even if you were a Fly boy. Army here, Ex-Ranger for twelve years, most the guys are Ex this or that Military. Seein as we have the expertise, and don't worry we don't have any Metahuman scum in our ranks. The shit jobs are for the Trogs, Stunters and Piggies(Derogatory names for Metahuman Trolls, Dwarves and Orks from Earth.)." Charles then leaned in.."Though if you seen some of the little Elf girlies in the Office, Hell I'd bang me a few behind the Armory, no cameras back there. And its a blindspot for the Guard towers. Hell I should know I did it last night, those pointy eared freaks can really howl, had to cover her damn mouth. Screaming like a Banshee, she needed it too, gotta keep these filthy Metahumans in place ya know. Us Humans gotta stick together, am I right Damon?"

He then paused and straightened up and shoot a glance to some Trolls and Orks eating in a corner.."Looks like feedin time for the animals to me. Come on Damon, sit with me and some of the boys, away from the freak show." Charles went over to a table with some Human workers and Guards. It was pretty evident, that if Zeo looked well enough, he would see a very noticible division. MetaHumans did not sit, talk to or eat with the Humans. And vice versa, such was the way of things with many of the MegaCorps back on Earth. And so too here on Rhydin.

Charles just huffed and gave Zeo a nasty look, but didn't say a word. The sargeant walked over to the rest of the Humans in their group and sat down. Now and then some of the other Guards and workers looked over at Zeo, with looks of disgust.

As for the Metahumans, a few of them gave looks of confusion to Zeo, whispering. One of the Orks, seemingly a Foreman prehaps just gave Zeo an upnod and from the looks on the scarred-faced Ork a bit of thanks. Not much else, then the bald Ork just went back to his food. A small victory prehaps, but a victory, score one for the Metahumans, maybe a friend in Zeo. But time would tell on that one, for now, things just got a bit more tense. Charles and his lot wouldn't forget this, as now Zeo to them was seen as a Traitor to the Human Race. Even if all Zeo did was sit near the Metahumans and call Charles and his bunch, Animals. With people like Charles, it never took much for Anti-Metahuman haters to mark what Zeo did as betraying Humans.

The scarred Ork looked Zeo over and spoke up..

"Whacha' named der uman? Name's Grunn, I be da forman fer da furst archolugy zzite, dizz ar sum of my boyzz Hurgr, Thaxx, Grush an' Lurux. We izz frum Eath, evar ere uf itt? Yu frum Eath tuu der uman?"

Grunn indicated to a couple of Trolls and Orks, all big, all gruff, dirty with sweat and grime, workers all. Bags of tools set on the ground, muddy work boots and dirt-covered overalls. All tattooed, all scarred in someway. But despite the differences, seeing a Human sit with them, seemed to be a big deal to these Guys.

Each one introduced by Grunn have a grunt and nod to Zeo, then back to eatting lunch. They didn't seem all that bad really, just dudes getting a paycheck, working hard. Even if their Employers condoned open Racial haterd towards them. What else where thet going to do, these Metahumans were not from Rhydin. They were brought here from Earth.

The scar-faced Ork gave a bit of a chuckle as did his small group, he gave a hearty slap to Zeo's back, a buddy slap to the back.

"I lik yu Darunn, yu nu soo baad, yu funn duude. I an da boyzz ere wurk tu gi payyedd, tho nu az muchh. Wha we gunna duu, ca nu gu ume tel wurk izz dun. Zendd wuf an kidzz da muny bu we ca nu zee dem tel wurk izz dun. Wee git ere by big zhipzz thru big magik purtul da allzz wee no.

Itzz lik diz at hume, mus umans knut zo niceee lik yu Darun, zo me an da boyzz thin yu guud wit uzz. Nu allzz da umans ere lik Charuls an hizz boyzz, bu mus arr. Sidzz de gutt da big gunzz wee dun. Whatcha gunna du ight?"

He shrugged, and finished up his food, as did the other Orks and Trolls in the crew of eight. They got up and headed out, but Grunn turned back Zeo..

"Yu guud uman Darun, yu frien, wee guut ur bach, seeyzz buud."

Grunn paused for a moment and heard what Zeo had said, maybe the Ork listned, maybe he would'nt. Who know, he just left with his small group of workers back to whereever they were working at. Charles and his group pushing past Zeo, basically ignoring him acting like he wasn't even there. Before Zeo went back on his patrol, Charles stopped for a few moments and with a sorta of sly grin on his face he spoke up..

"Best watch yourself rookie, this is a dangerous worksite, accidents can happen to anyone. Have a good patrol rookie."

Then Charles put on his Helmet and left for his patrol station along the North Corridor of the Worksite. It was going to be a long rest of the night for Zeo.

Once Zeo was out of the Cafeteria and on his way to his post, he would catch a glimpse of a large number of ragged, poor looking Humans, Orks, Trolls, Dwarves and Elves being off loaded from a newly arrived Transport Ship from Earth. Dressed in rags, underfed looking, and scared. Adults and kids, Young, Old, Middle aged all being herded out of the Transport down the ramp into the Supply Yard. There were a Hundred or so in this group, shuffling along, surrounded by at least ten Security guards, with what appeared to be a few sargeants and officers. Some of the Adults, crying quietly, children crying out loud. Security Guards barking orders at those that did cry out to move.

All were shackled by the wrists, most with their heads down looking at the ground. This group was being led towards one of the further out Warehouses. All of this being seen through the fence set between the Security Complex and the Supply yard. The West Tower of the Security Complex, closest to the Supply yard watching over the group. Its two guards trained on the lost souls with the 50 cal. poised to fire if there was any trouble. It was also noticible that any cameras that had pointed into the Supply yard were now pointed away, intentionally.

As Zeo watched in those few moments as the slaves were taken to the faroff Warehouse. One of the younger slaves a young boy about 13 or so broke away from the large group, running for the edge of the Supply yard. The Boy's parents it seemed to be, tried to run after him, but were hit by one of the guards with a baton in the guts and the back to bring them to heel. Crying and yelling the boy nearly to the edge to the woods..

The Guards ordering the boy to stop, they opened fire with their machine guns. Missing the boy at first, the west tower then opened up with its 50 Cal. machine its fast moving, hot lead bullets tore into the flesh of the Boy, blood and flesh splattered onto the ground as the boy fell down. The only sound from the boy as the bullets hit was a loud grunt of pain. Then he fell, dead. His parents wailing, others in the group weeping more. All brought to the Warehouse. Their fate was unknown, the doors tot he Warehouse shut closed.

Oh yes very Malicious and dark forces working behind the scenes of the New Eden Corp and its Colony. They had plans for Rhydin and for Earth, but for now these Forces remain hidden. Watching, waiting, buidling all through the guise of a Corporation controlled by Five Earth MegaCorps. In time Zeo, Kuro and the others would discover what the Truth is.

A very dark Truth, as black as the Void of Space.