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Location: World of Azure: Ruthann City

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The night sky lit up like a Christmas tree on the big day as helicopters flew throughout the sky, whirling around a single building in the business district of Ruthann City, capitol city of the world of Azure. The building was surrounded, spotlights blazed on it from the ground and the sky. There was enough commotion to warrant the attention of the entire world. And sure enough, that was what was happening. On the street level, behind the armada of heavy reconnaissance vehicles and platoon were civilians. All gossiping about what was unfolding before them. The business district is usually asleep during this hour of midnight, but today was different. There are a few pedestrians asking what is going on but the security force and heavy armed forces are assuring them everything is under control. It's true the city and the world are usually no stranger to terrible things happening. That is what the Chosen TJ and his allies are for. To protect their world from the really dangerous threats. However, TJ wasn't even there. Neither were his two usual friends. Something was wrong, and panic began to spread throughout the district and the city.

"Get this reporters out of here! Do it now!” "Yes sir!” Amongst the chaos within the platoon line around the building stood a single young man. A government agent working for Ruthann City. He stood by watching his men scramble around to move the reporters from the vicinity, trying to stop any and all attempts to ask him and others questions. The chill wind blew through the air cutting a little to the bone despite his long black trench coat. Running his hands though his spiky brown hair, he sighed. "What mess did we get ourselves into this time...and where the hell are you TJ..” His green eyes gazed upon the municipal building before him. "Just what the hell is going on in there...?!” He continued to mutter to himself. "Umm sir?” He snapped out of his funk hearing the voice of a soldier behind him. "Yeah? What is it?” He shook himself straight giving the man his full attention. "We can't get a hold of the chosen. We're not sure where he is. Chief is giving you full leadership on this task Zen. He says it isn't to be taken lightly.” Zen sighed again. It would make sense that the best man in the force would be task with handling this mission. Zen had cleared just as many dangerous tasks as the chosen himself. He even helped with third Chosen war and lived to speak of it. "Well if the Chosen isn't going to show up...get me the next best thing. "Uhh...the next best thing sir?” Zen couldn't believe he was about to say this, but the time is desperate. "Get on the phone. Call these numbers.” He reached into his trench pocket and pulled out a datacube and handing it to the soldier. "Call these three comlinks and tell them to meet me here as soon as possible. It seems the fate of this world might be relying on us.” The soldier took the cube and nodded quickly. "Sir yes sir!” Zen watched him run off to go make the calls at a nearby armored vehicle before turning his head back to the building. "It's going to get rough...isn't it.”

The top floor of the municipal building was dimly lit. Only portions of machinery were providing light to the largely octagonal room alongside a single dim light in the center. The computers in the room hummed silently and were spread out alongside the walls of the room aside from the northern most wall. Here stood a arch. A gateway, made of steel and circuitry. It was seemingly connected to the another machine near the center of the room. Two men were inside of it. One standing and one sitting down. The man standing up wore a cloak over his body as he stood at the window watching the activity below unfold. He flashes white occasionally with the window as the spotlights from the choppers illuminate him. The other was an older scientist. Complete with the lab jacket, white gloves and glasses. He was hard at work tinkering with the machine that was connected to the gateway arch. "It appears they have caught wind of our goals.” The man standing up calmly spoke. His face was obscured by a phantom mask. Only his long wavy golden hair was visible. "Even in absence, the boy is a pest.” He placed his gloved hand on his chin and began to stroke it. "May-hap you underestimate the chosen sire.” The scientist spoke back without even looking up. "Or may-hap he placed much more faith in his friends.” "Where is he anyway? Is he still out playing with your little friend?” The sound of sparks echoed throughout the room. "It is possible. I've sent a doll. Not an easy one mind you. One I ended up creating in my...experiments.” "Doll? Is that what you are calling your puppets now Aroch?”. Aroch turned to him, his cloak swaying a bit. "Do you not like that name?” The scientist simply shook his head. "I care not what you call it. All it is to me is some poor fools soul trapped inside of a mannikin.” Aroch smirked at the remark while he began to slowly walk over to him. "Why not activate the rest of the machines? After all this is why I made them.” The scientist said leering over at Aroch as he approached. "No. The other two are far too young to have activate early. Santanas is all we need. To ensure success I need at least two operational.” "Yes Yes. For your...ascension correct?” Aroch turned to the gate. "Yes. We will merge all universes with the power within the Fountain of Dreams.” The scientist chuckled. "I'll have your gate operational within an hour. I am merely finishing up coordinates and power check.” Aroch continued his smirk. "Good, then I shall have our security drones take care of the pests outside.”