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Main Theme (Will be added to and changed as things are more thoroughly discussed). Over 1000 years have passed since the solar system's first integration attempt. As many of the originally colonized planets become increasingly unlivable, new technologies have allowed for sentient beings to develop life elsewhere. Natural resources are scarce, and while technology makes up for much of what was lost, organic materials are in high demand. Lack of information control and the introduction of global currencies has given rise to organized crime. This story in particular focuses on one such group that controls a large part of the middle-western solar system.

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Asche Hospital Incident: Bentley and Joel's TRAGIC PAST

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Joel Foster’s first mission as Special Ops Commander was at planet Erclesse’s city Asche, to ‘ask’ (force) cooperation of the doctors with their mission: to create superhuman weapons. Asche Hospital was ideal – aside from being the biggest in its area with the best doctors, it had the best reputed prosthetics maker, Bentley A. Foster; his brother and a genius at twenty-three with his creations. He had utilized the best of myoelectric technology, making the most advanced prosthetics Erclesse had seen. People said it was no different than having an arm of flesh. He was a key person they needed for their mission.

Three years after Bentley began work at Asche Hospital (age 26), the Gladsheim military slowly began to have a silent hold on the facility. The doctors readily gave their cooperation through the military’s subtle threats. For three more years, they quietly obeyed the orders of Commander Foster. It simply grew into something they got used to; an authority they dared not to oppose. (Horror stories had spread about the ones who did – having their limbs chopped off, being used for the military experiments themselves, their families taken hostage… Or worse.)

Unable to stand his brother’s tyranny any longer, Bentley rebelled. He was tired of being used to make ‘super human’ parts for the military’s wars. The other doctors knew just as well as he did that they were creating weapons not intended to protect. A courageous young man at the time, he gathered other doctors for his cause, convincing them that they could no longer put up with the unethical treatment of their patients, and the abuse of their skills. But when word got out of Bentley’s rebellion, Joel didn’t hesitate for a moment to punish those involved. Feeling he had no choice now but to force his brother’s cooperation, the commander used aggressive means. He put a stipulation to the rebelling doctors’ consequences: he wouldn’t punish them if they turned on Bentley. If the doctors cut off his arm, thereby forcing Bentley to make himself one, he would let them off the hook. The answer was obvious, wasn’t it? Either sacrifice the safety of their families, or just take one doctor’s arm, which could be so easily replaced – the choice was easy.

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Age 29, Bentley was changed. Not just in the empty space now from his elbow down, or the low blood pressure now coursing his veins, but the betrayal of the people he thought had the bravery to do what was right. The people he once considered his friends. A lone man, with no family at home to question his whereabouts, it was easy to force his stay at the hospital. He was a troublemaker, after all. Commander Joel ordered him to be under strict supervision, lest he rouse more havoc. It was easy to say that nearly a year in the confines of the hospital drove him a little mad – a little quirky. But at 30, Bentley made his escape. It only took him a few months to make a prosthetic for himself, but oh, was it fine-tuned to suit him. His best creation yet – his masterpiece. He spent the latter part of the year making the prosthetics as the military wished, all the while adding details to his own to make his getaway. It was a day with Commander Joel Foster himself was to keep watch over his dear little brother. (He wasn’t always at the hospital, being a busy commander – there were other missions that required his attention.) The year had instilled a fear of the military in Bentley, but that day, he made his move. Bentley attacked his brother, very easily overpowering Joel with the metal arm – more than intended. It horrified Bentley, that the unrefined metal could cut through the thin skin of a human’s neck with so much ease, but there was no time for it. He dashed through back rooms, halls, past the militant security, and to his freedom.

The hospital closed shortly after Bentley’s retreat, the military’s commander being in a critical state. All evidence of their operation was quickly eradicated. Bentley wasn’t safe, he knew, and nor was Asche – without their hospital, the city was bound to face a crisis. As much as it enraged him, he had to leave. He couldn’t do anything for them now. It was barely a week of hiding in plain sight before he found himself kidnapped – by the mafia, no less. Two annoying little henchmen (or angels, one might argue) that swooped him away.