Earth's Lost Record, Part II [Closed]

[pierce]

Part II, Post I

Miles figured that, sure, even though he could search the wilderness aimlessly looking for people, it'd be better if he could find a museum that knew something. Chances are, something like this wouldn't be overlooked if it was found and a museum and government building are his best bets. The museum is far easier to find and doesn't require blasting his way into, so he figured it would be best if he tried there first. Miles arrived at the Central City Museum, the fact he was flying just before he arrived at the entrance drew a lot of attention from those nearby. They had never seen such a spectacle before.

He ignored most of the artifacts, this was apparently a lazy day for them. Eventually he found his way into an Unknown Relics section, where an item on display in the center of the section caught his eye. To most people, it would seem to just be a piece of paper, but Miles with his proper experience in identification noticed the handwriting. Aside from the odd fact it seemed to be written in dried out blood, it certainly wasn't anything human. He figured maybe he could translate it, though. He pulled out his phone and opened a certain program, prompting the device to ask him for a pass code.

Miles punched it in, being sure to silence the phone and keep it close to his body and away from cameras, so the code wasn't visible. A database opened up and Miles already knew where he wanted to go. He entered the Language section and opened the file Translator, aiming the camera of the phone at the piece of paper. A wide, green laser shot out. It was seemingly scanning the device before a click sound was registered, meaning that the scan was complete. As the phone translated, he kept it out, unaware of the guards closing in behind him until after the phone had said Translation Completed in large, bold letters across the screen. "Hey, you! You can't take recordings or pictures of the artifacts!" Miles glanced back over, he felt something off about them.

". . .Fair enough, I'll delete it after-" suddenly, his arms were restrained and handcuffed, to which the officers calmly responded "You're coming with us." Miles sighed, this is why he hated going into the city, people tended to not like him; however, Miles knew that wasn't the case here. "Figures." he muttered, as he was dragged outside and thrown into a pitch black van, he couldn't even see who was driving. "Did I suddenly become part of some cheesy movie? Let me out of this van before I bash my way out." he said seriously, expecting a response. A voice came over a speaker, it wasn't familiar to him "I'm afraid we can't do that, someone of higher power has requested your presence." Belphegor sighed, deciding to respond to that "Listen, I'm Agent Belphegor and i'm on a mission, now let me go." he replied, there was one last reply before the speaker went silent.

"We know." Miles sighed, he was obviously heading somewhere he wouldn't enjoy being, so for now it was time to sit back and enjoy the ride ". . .Danm rules."

[pierce]

Part II, Post II

Miles had his eyes closed, he was focusing his energy to see if he was able to sense anyone familiar. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary, he wondered who the hell they were taking him to, and why. At that moment, the car came to a screeching halt, he could tell that they were still in the city from the noises and the road under him. He heard footsteps coming from the side of the front passenger door, a door closing, his opened and let in the sunlight "Get out." the guard said strictly, grabbing Miles by his jacket and dragging him out of the van. "Lay off, I can get out of the car myself." he said with an annoyed tone, looking up at the seemingly normal business building in front of him.

"Nice place you've got here." he complimented, being lead into the building still handcuffed. They walk directly past the empty welcoming desk, and past the footsteps Miles could hear a click noise behind them, it could've been from the door closing and locking him in. It was obvious whoever wanted Miles in didn't want him getting out without the little chat that they seemed eager to have with him. This was already starting to become rather odd "So, who am I talking to anyways? The President of the Earth?" he asked, the guards stayed silent, slipping a clearance card through a scanner on a door as they arrived. The door had Conference Room on it in large, bold letters. Miles was shoved in by the guards, still in handcuffs that were starting to get on his nerves, he pulled his arms apart which caused the simple unrefined steel to break without any effort.

Miles clenched his hands, looking out to see a single open seat in a long table of shadowed figures "Is the shadowed figure thing some kind of trend for you higher ups?" he asked as he took a seat. "We tracked you down after your boss told us about some insane crusade you were on. We figured you got some evidence from that artifact in the museum and withdrew you to this room. Show us what you found." one of them said, their voice made them seem like a middle-aged male. "Well, you didn't let me check if it was actual evidence before you withdrew me, so let's hope for the best." he said, reaching for his phone, as it narrated the translation in a robotic voice. It sounded like Miles hit the jackpot, as far as evidence was concerned. The question is, was it about the same person?

This following message is left by a member of the Royal Guard.

"Who are they?
These madmen who besiege us?
They seem to be from within our own town..
Why hadn't I seen them? Where had they been.?
What do they seek to do?

I stare upon the field from our royal castle
They are few in number..but they cut us down at every turn.
All but one devours our flesh.
The one simply follows behind them.
Behind me, I hear a blast.
The deaths of the ruling family.

I should run.
But he sees me.
I don't know how.
He couldn't get me from this distance.
He's finally raising his hand, perhaps someone has drawn his attention.
Here in the castle I must be sa-"
The message seems to be uncompleted, the warrior likely died before he could finish.

There was an eerie silence among the shadowed figures, and Miles just stood there. "So, believe me?" he asked, flipping his phone shut and awaiting a response, maybe he could get help from them now that he had some decent evidence. Eventually, there was chatter among them, Miles sighed and ignored it, deciding it wasn't any of his business that they think about before they come to a conclusion. After a moment, they stopped, and the same middle-aged male voice spoke out.

"After consideration, we have decided we'll give you a small, three-man team of some of our more. . .Powerful members for this mission, it seems like you'll need it."
"Can't believe that for once I'm actually accepting that I'll need a hand." he said, scratching the back of his head lazily.
"So, where are they?"
"The guards from earlier will lead you to them, we already have a team assembled for the job based on what you told your boss and what we just now heard. We have a feeling they'll be perfect, especially for someone like you." he said.
"Fair enough. I'll see you all after the mission then, I'm guessing?"
"No, goodbye Agent Belphegor."

The guards opened the door behind him, and Miles walked off, following them as the door closed behind them. It was apparently time to meet this new team of his that they had assembled.

[pierce]

Part II, Post III

Miles was lead into a pitch black room by the guards, the door being closed behind him. Was this a joke, was he expected to have nightvision or something? Miles sighed, as suddenly the lights flashed on, nearly blinding him for a moment "A little warning would have been nice." he said, looking around to see two people lying around the room lazily, as a third, completely clad in some sort of high technology armor, was training. "Well, aren't these guys the colorful bunch." he said, walking up to them and waving. "Er, Hi. Those guys in the conference room said you guys were my team for my mission?" he asked, one of them which was lazily reading a magazine lowering it.

"Oh, hello. I'm Squall. You must be Belphegor."
"Of course, and those two?"
"Ah, the one on the computer is Cedric, he's our technology buff. The one on the punching bag is Eyes, he hasn't bothered to reveal his name. We think he's mute."

At that moment, Eyes glanced over, realizing Miles was standing there and offering a casual wave before returning to his training. "See? Not a word." Squall said, standing up "In any case, good to have you on the team, the superiors already briefed us." Miles nodded, grabbing the suitcase he saw laying against the wall, it had Belphegor carved into the front. "Oh look, they had my equipment transfered over, how nice of them." he said jokingly, opening it up to reveal a long white spear made of refined metals, looks like Miles equipment was a bit upgraded.

Miles grabbed the pole arm, twirling it in his hand and narrowly missing those nearby, considering the weapon was about seven feet long "Sweet." he said, taking the strap in the suitcase that came with it and attaching it to his back. "Actually I made it. It was made to be strong enough to not break with your striking force. What, since you're superhuman and all-" Belphegor took a single swing with it, causing the spear to snap in half, Squall's jaw dropped to the floor comically. "But. . .But that was. . ." Miles sighed, throwing the remains of the spear back into the suitcase as it automatically locked itself. "I've been training with someone, it's safe to say i'm at least seven times stronger than the last little update on my limitations. So, if you're really so intent on making a new spear I reccomend multiplying how strong it was by a lot."

Squall shook his head for a moment, coming back to his senses "Huh? Seven times stronger? Right, i'll get on that then. Hey, Cedric! Got any ideas on making that spear eight times stronger than it was?" he asked, Cedric glancing over "That depends, you don't happen to have any unearthly metals or the ability to mystically make earthly ones stronger, do you?" he asked, glancing back to his computer and continueing to type in to some sort of program. "Oh ha ha, very funny." he said before sighing, looking back at Miles. "Well Agent Belphegor, it looks like you'll have to use your fists for this one, unless we can find something ridiculously powerful." he said, Miles didn't seem to mind all that much, just waving a hand nonchalantly.

"It's fine, it's fine. Just one question, how come my spear broke so easily, yet someone like Eyes over there has armor that doesn't shatter from his insane punches?" he asked, finding an empty chair and lying down, staring down Squall. "Well, uh. . ." Cedric seemed to cut him off, not even bothering to stop typing to respond "That's classified, all we can tell you is the material that makes his armor isn't normal. We haven't been able to figure out what it is yet. Especially since he won't tell us." he said, pressing an enter button as the program seemed to finally be completed. "Alright, I'm done for now, how about we go out and find some alien artifacts?" he said, standing up and brushing himself off.

"I'm game."
"Same here."

Eyes just stopped punching and looked over at them, he didn't say anything. "I'll take Eyes' silence as a yes, let's head out." Cedric said, the three of them grabbing their equipment and leaving. Belphegor followed intently, wondering what their first stop was going to be on this mission.

Part II COMPLETED

[Gray Callahan]

1500 PL or Zeni.

[pierce]

I'll take the PL, Items are more for later anyways.