SepticGentleman

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Emblems for all three groups are now made. The war will rage from these three fronts.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

@Maxx Yer baby.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

@SepticGentleman

Damn you draw really well what the hell, I was almost convinced that was some game art.

@Inertia

Concept art's actually one of my endeavors I wish to get into later in life. Got plenty of mental material, just have to start building a portfolio.

If the game goes on I may do plenty more for the universe of Arkos.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

@SepticGentleman did you draw that .

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s-senpai?

excuse me as i bury my face in my shitty portfolio and soak its pages w/ my tears

@LazyEgg

I did. With time, patience, PhotoShop CC15, and a Cintiq.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

This is still very much a work in progress, but for the time being I have a suitable digital representation of Haliat.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Updated map. We have you surrounded.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Those of you sticking around Site Haeda by the next day will get quite a show in the morning.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Elias Winzer

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Drone Control. This part of the flagship was practically the busiest. Adelon technicians were seated everywhere, in front of screens showing them feeds from their quad-copter nullifier drones scouring Arkos, surveying the prisoners from afar. Eli was there, seated at his own personal station, where he was directly controlling a handful of his own custom drones.

And he’d happened upon quite the sight already.

“Hello…” Eli said, leaning forward. On the drone’s feed was a scene between three prisoners - one newcomer, and two ruffians in the jungle. Eli hit a button on the console and brought up a scanning grid, displaying the information of each prisoner. One of them was actually a newcomer, Jack Peterson, designation #7285. And already he was getting into trouble. Eli watched the scene unfold between the two parties - no words ended up being spoken, just the newcomer flourishing his hemokinetic powers, striking first, and cutting one of the other’s hamstrings. And laughing while doing so.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Eli said, shaking his head in disapproval. In his many years of work, he’d seen plenty of superhumans who operated in much the same fashion. And it got old, fast. But even then, these kinds of supers were the ones who had to be monitored, for everyone's sake.

He continued watching as the “assailants” made off, one very much deprived of his ability to walk on his own two feet. Oh well, there were plenty of healers around, he could get that fixed up in no time. What Eli really wanted to know was, why didn't they use their own powers at any point? A question he'd likely never get an answer to, it seemed. The drone continued to hover well away from the scene, stealth systems fully engaged - cloaking, noise dampeners, everything. Like being watched by a ghost. He continued to tail the hemokinetic, jotting down a quick note on a touch pad.

Jack Peterson #7285. Monitor aggression. Consider sending to TYGAN as a gift.

Eli kept the drone on Jack’s tail, following and watching him from afar, all the way to his encounter with three other prisoners.

He sat back and watched for anything, anything, to use an excuse to fuck with these people.

@Inertia

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

I used Photoshop to hastily throw this map of Arkos together. Yellow dots are Watchpoints, blue X at the top right is where the newcomers started.

map

Changes and revisions will be made as the game goes on.

Arkos - [If you like the sound of superhumans fighting paramilitary troopers on a large jungle island, then this game's for you.]

Elias Winzer
Alexander Haliat

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Eli sat with his back leaning against his leather chair, glasses shining from the reflection of the large screen in front of him, displaying the whole of Arkos and its surrounding waters. Adelon’s vessels, seaworthy and airborne, were all being tracked, and so too were all the prisoners. Their now-discarded collars left the faintest micro-imprints on them, enough to be traceable for a good few years. Chips under the skin could be clawed out, but the imprints simply weren’t removable - unless a prisoner wanted to tear out their own throat. The downside was that the imprints faded after some time so, the prisoners who’d been on Arkos for longer than two years were getting harder to track. A mass re-imprinting would have to be put into effect soon.

Or they could just switch to chips, spend some money on manufacturing, launch an operation to inject them into everyone on the island, and then worry about those who immediately remove and discard them and…

Yeah, no. None of that. They’re fine where they are now.

“Eli.”

Eli turned his head as Haliat walked into the observation center, mug of hot cocoa in his hand. It was actually a common sight around the ships, their interiors got kind of cold. “Didn’t bring any for me, you old shit?” Eli called out. Coming from anyone else, that would have earned a severe reprimand. But Haliat had long since accepted Eli’s bad along with his good.

“You can get some yourself.” Alexander replied, “Put an ounce of meat on your legs.”

Eli sneered, returning his gaze to the screen. Haliat continued, “All good?”

“Yeah, no one blew up.” Eli replied, pointing to the drop-off location, where the majority of new arrivals were still at. “Seven-thousand, three-hundred and forty-one total prisoners now.”

“Sale reports?”

“TYGAN called about more regenerators, healers, same drill.” Eli replied, “Just keep going through them like crazy. And our good friend Mr. Harvey wanted us to put out a note asking for volunteers for his televised tournament. Don’t think he understands that no one here really “volunteers” for anything.”

“We won’t do business with Harvey until he starts cracking down on his own security.” Haliat said after a sip of cocoa, “Too many of his contestants just escape back into the wild for us to round up again. He’s… just too sympathetic.”

“Amazing no one’s killed him yet.”

“I know.”

Haliat nodded and patted Eli’s shoulder. “Alright, notify me if and when anything happens.” He turned and exited the room, leaving his adjutant to his own devices. Eli simply went back to watching the map, noting all the little details in his head.

As he always did.