Lead Researcher: [REDACTED]
Storage Site: Research center EPSILON-- Unit 7QJC
Project XJ-B32K is a unit designed for the purpose of reconaissance and gathering of information. The unit is a [REDACTED] design
to ensure integration within social situations and to remove suspision. The unit consists of a human mind melded with a seperate
robotic skeleton controlled by the mind. The unit is connected to the RRHMN as to communicate and upload any data aquired and to
communicate with the Aquasition Task Force.
The Redacations make me feel like im Reading another SCP Archive...
Aozora Chiyumi stared at the tenshification vat. Suspended within its confines was Aiko, the Sky Mistress, undergoing her Blessing. There was no denying that the woman reminded her of Gikochinai. She had the same omnipresent optimism, the same love for everyone. Was that why she’d placed her in the vat next? Indications were good that the process would be successful, but even so...she shook her head. There was no point thinking about that meaningless dream. Kurushimi had shown up as a figment of her imagination. It was a reprieve from her worst nightmares, nothing more. The Supreme Overlady of All Reality turned away from the vat and ventured back into the corridors of the Labyrinth. Most of her equipment was being made operational again, though it seemed that some technologies were simply incompatible with this reality, and mass production of any of it would be impossible for the moment. It was a bizarre state to be in. She had access to agony projectors, yet her only aerial machines of note needed to be purchased from elsewhere. Her nation required only food and water to allow its people to work with devotion, yet the economy remained atrocious. Her armies will filled with fanatics, but their role was no longer suited to their former training- human waves were unfeasible when she needed more humans as it was.
As she returned to the world above, she was met by Kyoko. The child simply handed her a note and left. Aozora took a moment to read the note’s contents:
On the subject of Divinity:
The Charitian Empire would like to hold a visit with queen Aozora, regarding her divinity. Holo, goddess of Fortune, has expressed interest in meeting a foreign goddess, and given your relative closeness, Aozora seems a perfect choice. Assuming our request is granted, a Hatachi-13 helicopter will be sent in a week, with Holo, and a representative from the department of Arcana,
A goddess wants to meet with me? Would she be able to tell that I’m not really a goddess? As if it matters. You are a supernatural being worshipped by an entire nation. For all practical purposes, you are a goddess. But a true goddess won’t care about that. Do most people believe you regardless? Those who believe it are already obedient, and their minds will not be changed. Their minds belong to you, as should all things, if you retained any semblance of competence. Why are you so preoccupied with the unimportant? It’s that dream, isn’t it? Shut up! It’s important to me. It could cause harm in some ways you haven’t predicted. Such as? Reputation with the Charitians. They don’t care about us, not really. We are too insignificant to worry about for the moment. Your thin rationalisations are useless against me, you know. I know you too well for them to work. I know you better than you yourself do. And I know you are nothing more than a pitiful voice in my head trying to make me make mistakes.
Aozora sighed. It was a risk, but it had a good chance of giving her more insight into true divinity, and how to possibly exploit. If she was somehow able to get a foreign goddess to favour her forces...would the magic such things seemingly provided be able to combine with tenshification? The possibilities were fascinating, and yet...it was a risk. What if this goddess discovered things Aozora wanted kept secret? Tenkyoku was an enigma to the world, and Aozora wanted to keep it that way. While they fought each other, wore themselves down, they were too busy to care about her and her little schemes. Only the financial opportunists were really able to take advantage of her situation. But if a goddess showed up, could she unravel everything? Uncover what she’d done to her little visitor? Learn of the true origins of her Heaven?
My, my. You condemn me so much for craving power above all else, for wishing to fulfil my desires without regard for others. Yet here you are, contemplating the situation without a care in the world beyond your own interests. If you wanted people to see you as weak, you wouldn’t have proclaimed yourself the Supreme Overlady of All Reality, would you? You had a chance to restart here. And yet you have elected to pursue the righteous path of divinity. Shut it. I’m trying to think here. It’s dangerous, but to satisfy my curiosity...I’ll accept it.
Aozora drafted a response to the Charitians. Given her schedule, it was brief.
That arrangement is acceptable. I look forward very much to meeting her.
Meanwhile, at the Tenkyokuren airbase, the children present were surprised to see aircraft descend. They had spent the day working on improving the area, but they had done so with little consideration for the area’s ultimate purpose. Children as young as six years old worked to help the effort- a not uncommon sight in Heaven- supervised by a group of seemingly expressionless adults. They were the ones who understood. Their had undergone special alterations long ago to prepare for war. Now, they felt no pain, had access to rapid reflexes, and could focus intently. Though uncommon, they were valuable assets to Tenkyoku, and this particular selection had been assigned to undergo pilot training.
One of the adults stepped forward to greet the arrivals. “Welcome to Heaven,” she said, her voice carrying an odd inflection. It wasn’t due to difficulty speaking- it was because of the necessity of being nice to heretics. The children managed it due to their devotion and childish nature, but the adults struggled to see past it. Nonetheless, the woman tried. “Sky Mistress Aiko is unavailable at this time. I am Ni-Juu-Hachi, and I am overseeing the operation. A more functional facility is being constructed elsewhere. For now, this area will have to do. We very much appreciate your assistance with regards to the Air Force.”
You Hear a Voice in your Radio Saying: We've set up Quarantine Tents for Research, and Attempted to Help the Infected but. Nothing Seems to Happen, We'll Keep you updated if we learn something Over? As you Again, Barely Hear his Voice in his Hazmat Suit...
A Guard In an Hazmat Suit Quickly Approches you and he says: Citizen! Stay out of the Quarantined Area Okay? *He Reaches for his Wakie Takie* Hey uhm, I've got a Citizen here what should i do? Over... oh! Let him in? Ya sure? Well okay.. Sir i will need your ID Please..