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Masquer could scarcely believe his eyes at the sight of the newly rebuilt Gareth Town. The Gentleman’s Club had turned his hometown into a bustling metropolis. Not only that, but everyone he had thought to be dead was still alive. He could not process just how much Tom Sorrow’s illusions had messed with his head. At the beginning of this new century, however, he felt ready to give something new a try.
As he explored the city, trying to find a representative of the Gentleman’s Club so that he could enquire about joining, he came across the last person he expected to be up and about. Eleanor French now had all manner of cyborg enhancements, the kind where you could tell, presumably as those were much quicker to acquire, or perhaps it was her preference.
“What are you gawking at, lame brain Jane?” asked Eleanor.
“You’ve improved yourself - I’m just processing the changes,” said Masquer.
“Fair enough. My brain might be a computer now, but I feel more human than ever, so don’t worry about it.”
“So what are you going to do moving forward?”
“I’ve been offered a position in the Gentleman’s Club. It’s a Recruit position, but I have insider information that they expect me to rise through the ranks. Oh, and if you were thinking about joining up with them, you’re already a member, too.”
“Did you…”
“No, this was all Dorothy. She’s got some real big plans for the Gentleman’s Club, and for that she needs all hands on deck.”
The first of January held many opportunities and revelations regarding the Gentleman’s Club, that Masquer and Eleanor would join was just one of them.
“Oh yeah, and I have a codename now,” said Eleanor. “It’s Lumina.”
Gandonia’s former President, Ferdinand MacWalrus, was a man who had never experienced a hardship in his life until today. He had witnessed a horrific murder, fled the scene after being spared, and was stripped of his position. His country seemed to be on the verge of becoming a dictatorship and there seemed to be nothing he could do about it. He sat and curled up in a ball in an alleyway. He was left alone with his thoughts for all but three moments before someone appeared next to him without warning, coming from nowhere.
Stretching out his hand, the strange man introduced himself. “Hello, Ferdinand, I am Jack Door of the Gentleman’s Club.”
The immediate introduction put Ferdinand’s mind at ease, and soon they began a conversation that would change the former ruler’s life. He would feel a heavy guilt for the first time, but also a righteous indignation. He wondered if the Gentleman’s Club held some sort of redemption for him.
Orange, Indigo, and Halberd were out in the streets of Fort Barronym, standing in front of a Phil List clone.
“Do you have any idea how much of a relief it is to be free from the tyranny of my genetic benefactor?”
“Not a remark I was expecting, but you’ve always seemed like a laid-back person to me,” said Halberd.
“I’m among several clones that long to work independently. Now that I have that opportunity, how may I help you?”
Fse Fso, the World Chancellor, had heard the news that Phil List, the President of the World, had died, through his personal Phil clone. He slumped in his chair, very disturbed at the news.
My options are slim now, thought Fse. The world I sought to preserve is now on the verge of collapsing. The balance will shift dramatically. Indigo’s ultimate intentions have escaped me over the years, but it wouldn’t surprise me if she had plans to take control of this planet.
I don’t know what to do next, for the first time in my long life. I’m mad at Indigo, but I know that she has her reasons. Are the ambitions I’ve held all my life just wasteful in the grand picture of all things? Well, at the least I know better than to let myself ruminate for too long. I will come to a decision soon.
Lachlan Baron had recently done something reckless and exhilarating: after being relieved of his position, he broke into the re-education facility where his wife had been held and escaped with her to the sea. However, neither of them had been ready for their next destination. The result came as a shock to their system, one not even leaving that island would solve. They came ashore on the beaches of Camelot, with a look of dread in their eyes.
“So we’re agreed?” asked Lachlan.
“We will never speak of what we saw to anyone, under any circumstance,” said Alessandra.
As they walked toward the mainland, Lachlan recognised where they were. Hope filled their minds just a little.
“What a relief to be back here. Reminds me of old times, right Lock? We could relive those days…”
“Sandy, there’s no guarantees that Camelot is the same as back then. We just need to approach this with a level head, and see what happens next.”
“Well, I believe we should be safe here…”
“Perhaps, but like I said…”
“Look, we don’t really need to talk about this. Let’s just do the thing, alright?”
To the surprise of many in the Gentleman’s Club, Phileas Fogg had elected to retire, nominating Dorothy Gale as his successor. Though indeed it was surprising, it was welcome, as her meteoric rise through the ranks had been noticed, and she was well-respected in the organisation.
Phileas was packing his things when Nemo came in to talk to him. It seemed he had something on his mind.
“It couldn’t have been easy to retire, friend,” said Nemo.
“No, but it was necessary. There are a few of us who are overdue to have our final voyage. I take it the Nautilus awaits us?” said Phileas.
“Of course, friend. Both you and Alexander coming on this trip with me is all I hoped, but more than I could ask for.”
“But you did ask, and I’m glad that you did.”
“We have a few destinations in mind, first I thought about Forbuda, for I think it would do Alexander good to-”
“Listen, I don’t need to hear about the itinerary, just know that I’ll be with you, wherever we do end up.”
Phileas finished packing and joined Nemo and Alexander in the Nautilus, taking a travel chair to the secret port in the Atlas. Pierre Aronnax gave a slight smile as the former Gentleman Guides boarded the submarine as guests. Also joining them was Phileas’ assistant, Jean Passepartout. Once all parties were accounted for, the vessel submerged, and began its route to the Terminus.
Dorothy Gale had been entrusted with the position of Grand Gentlelady, and the seventy-ninth leader of the Gentleman’s Club. She smiled as she walked up to the podium in the midst of the great main hall, to give her acceptance speech.
“First of all, I want to thank everyone for the quick turn around in casting votes, once again it seems this organisation proves its ability to vote unanimously, or rather, its confidence in those nominated by the previous leaders.”
Dorothy paused, wanting to chose her next words carefully.
“I hope to be the leader that the Gentleman’s Club needs. I am my own person, so I hope the transition from Phileas to myself will not be jarring to any of you.”
The look on her face seemed to almost betray something on her mind, but it was so slight that no-one noticed.
“There is but one thing as leader, however, that I believe is imperative to establish as soon as possible.”
She paused to allow a small amount of anticipation to build.
“The world is ever-changing, and the rigid walls between the different powers may crumble. If we are serious about making this world a better place, then rather than sticking with the power structures that currently exist, we must do something differently. That is why I propose that we enter an alliance with Indigo International.”
There was a great shock and silence that came across the room. No-one was quite sure what to say to that. The silence hung in the air for a little while, but then Tristram spoke.
“Yes, a radical change like this might just tip things in our favour, what does everyone else think?”
“As someone who has been fairly cognisant of the need for this, I stand in support,” said Thomas Dreamer.
“I had never thought about such a thing before now, but I trust Thomas Dreamer with my life, and I trust Dorothy Gale, as she was nominated by Phileas Fogg, someone of extraordinary character,” said Gerard Lofty.
It was the words of these three that swayed opinion in the new leader’s favour. The decision was agreed upon, and the council of Guides was dismissed. Dorothy called Indigo, and was redirected to someone else.
“Who am I speaking to?”
“I could ask the same of you,” said this individual.
“It’s Dorothy Gale, I have business to discuss with Indigo.”
“Sorry, she’s conducting business of her own. If you want to let her know something, she probably already knows.”
“Yes, well, you work for her, then?”
“In a way. The name’s Umbrella. I’m an android, too.”
Jupiter had been called to a meeting early on the morning of the second. Fse had decided to confront her head-on, and with the backing of Esther Maddock, made some hefty accusations.
“Ah, so you do think I was somehow involved in the tragedy of the forty-first Gathering of The World. Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I know nothing except that this is the timeline that was always meant to be.”
“Don’t start up with that Indigo bullshit, I’m swimming in a world wide crisis here… we haven’t even begun to see the worst ramifications yet,” said Fse.
“The reign of the false monarchs is coming to its end.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Jupiter?” said Esther.
“Your paranoia bores me. I’m recusing myself from duty.”
“Hang on, let’s not get hasty now…” said Fse. “The world is going to need someone in your position.”
“Yes, and it won’t be me. I won’t be able to do the job with the way the other high-ups distrust me. Before I leave…”
She let a silence hang in the air as Fse and Esther began to anticipate her next sentence.
“Think about your priorities, you only have so many allies.”
Jupiter walked out of the meeting, and called Indigo. Orange answered, to her surprise. She commented that he had been brought back online, and was glad to know that the androids were slowly but surely coming together.
“The great unity approaches. Who’s next?”
On Notably Small Island, now completely abandoned, Gold and Nougat landed on the shore.
“Are you sure Amperes and Bolster called from here?” asked Nougat. “For some reason this place makes me nostalgic…”
“No time to ask questions. From what I hear, Indigo is on this planet. It might not be a good idea to stick around.”
“What are you so reserved about, Gold? Despite her far from conventional methods, she has the same directive as all of us. We must approach this logically.”
“Perhaps you’re right my love.”
Zephyr and Darque Storm were surprised to hear of the new alliance, but as the former was an organic android and thereby a key member of Indigo International, he was quickly informed and given new instructions: to rise to the rank of Gentleman Guide as soon as possible.
“Don’t worry about setbacks, if they happen then they were meant to happen. Just keep moving upward,” said Indigo.
On her end, in Barronym, the third of January was the day that Halberd overturned old traditions and appointed a new ruler, Queen Ollacosta Adams. This was all in preparation for Halberd to leave Barronym: after all, the value of an organic android in that position had served its usefulness. With the leaders of the world now dead, and Orange resurrected, there was nothing more to be gained from an android being limited by a position of power.
On the fifth of January, in the secret headquarters of Indigo International, another historic meeting, the first of many, would occur. Amperes, Bolster, Confidence, Elephant, Gold, Halberd, Indigo, Jupiter, Nougat, Orange, Umbrella, and Zephyr were all together in one place. Twelve androids, more than had ever been united in their history, were ready to discuss their plans for the future. There was a tension in the air as the androids shot each other knowing glances and smiles.
“Alright, I’d like to start by saying that it’s good to see you.”
This short sentence from Indigo had her contemporaries all immediately quiet and attentive.
“I’m sure I don’t need to spell out that this moment in time is only the beginning. We have our work cut out for us.”
“You’re sending us to Kerosene, right?” asked Amperes.
“In due time, some of you will go, but there are multiple missions that must be completed over the next year. This time in history is critical, more than you can know.”
“I believe it,” said Confidence. “I can’t wait to see Dancer, it’s been a while.”
“Mint and Pretzel are some of my best buds, but I haven’t seen ‘em in a while and don’t know what they’ve been doing lately,” said Nougat.
“Easy now, listing off everyone who isn’t here won’t bring them to this planet any faster,” said Orange.
“Well, at any rate, it sure is odd to see so many familiar faces after all this time,” said Zephyr. “And I look forward to seeing how these new missions will shape our future.”
As he explored the city, trying to find a representative of the Gentleman’s Club so that he could enquire about joining, he came across the last person he expected to be up and about. Eleanor French now had all manner of cyborg enhancements, the kind where you could tell, presumably as those were much quicker to acquire, or perhaps it was her preference.
“What are you gawking at, lame brain Jane?” asked Eleanor.
“You’ve improved yourself - I’m just processing the changes,” said Masquer.
“Fair enough. My brain might be a computer now, but I feel more human than ever, so don’t worry about it.”
“So what are you going to do moving forward?”
“I’ve been offered a position in the Gentleman’s Club. It’s a Recruit position, but I have insider information that they expect me to rise through the ranks. Oh, and if you were thinking about joining up with them, you’re already a member, too.”
“Did you…”
“No, this was all Dorothy. She’s got some real big plans for the Gentleman’s Club, and for that she needs all hands on deck.”
The first of January held many opportunities and revelations regarding the Gentleman’s Club, that Masquer and Eleanor would join was just one of them.
“Oh yeah, and I have a codename now,” said Eleanor. “It’s Lumina.”
Gandonia’s former President, Ferdinand MacWalrus, was a man who had never experienced a hardship in his life until today. He had witnessed a horrific murder, fled the scene after being spared, and was stripped of his position. His country seemed to be on the verge of becoming a dictatorship and there seemed to be nothing he could do about it. He sat and curled up in a ball in an alleyway. He was left alone with his thoughts for all but three moments before someone appeared next to him without warning, coming from nowhere.
Stretching out his hand, the strange man introduced himself. “Hello, Ferdinand, I am Jack Door of the Gentleman’s Club.”
The immediate introduction put Ferdinand’s mind at ease, and soon they began a conversation that would change the former ruler’s life. He would feel a heavy guilt for the first time, but also a righteous indignation. He wondered if the Gentleman’s Club held some sort of redemption for him.
Orange, Indigo, and Halberd were out in the streets of Fort Barronym, standing in front of a Phil List clone.
“Do you have any idea how much of a relief it is to be free from the tyranny of my genetic benefactor?”
“Not a remark I was expecting, but you’ve always seemed like a laid-back person to me,” said Halberd.
“I’m among several clones that long to work independently. Now that I have that opportunity, how may I help you?”
Fse Fso, the World Chancellor, had heard the news that Phil List, the President of the World, had died, through his personal Phil clone. He slumped in his chair, very disturbed at the news.
My options are slim now, thought Fse. The world I sought to preserve is now on the verge of collapsing. The balance will shift dramatically. Indigo’s ultimate intentions have escaped me over the years, but it wouldn’t surprise me if she had plans to take control of this planet.
I don’t know what to do next, for the first time in my long life. I’m mad at Indigo, but I know that she has her reasons. Are the ambitions I’ve held all my life just wasteful in the grand picture of all things? Well, at the least I know better than to let myself ruminate for too long. I will come to a decision soon.
Lachlan Baron had recently done something reckless and exhilarating: after being relieved of his position, he broke into the re-education facility where his wife had been held and escaped with her to the sea. However, neither of them had been ready for their next destination. The result came as a shock to their system, one not even leaving that island would solve. They came ashore on the beaches of Camelot, with a look of dread in their eyes.
“So we’re agreed?” asked Lachlan.
“We will never speak of what we saw to anyone, under any circumstance,” said Alessandra.
As they walked toward the mainland, Lachlan recognised where they were. Hope filled their minds just a little.
“What a relief to be back here. Reminds me of old times, right Lock? We could relive those days…”
“Sandy, there’s no guarantees that Camelot is the same as back then. We just need to approach this with a level head, and see what happens next.”
“Well, I believe we should be safe here…”
“Perhaps, but like I said…”
“Look, we don’t really need to talk about this. Let’s just do the thing, alright?”
To the surprise of many in the Gentleman’s Club, Phileas Fogg had elected to retire, nominating Dorothy Gale as his successor. Though indeed it was surprising, it was welcome, as her meteoric rise through the ranks had been noticed, and she was well-respected in the organisation.
Phileas was packing his things when Nemo came in to talk to him. It seemed he had something on his mind.
“It couldn’t have been easy to retire, friend,” said Nemo.
“No, but it was necessary. There are a few of us who are overdue to have our final voyage. I take it the Nautilus awaits us?” said Phileas.
“Of course, friend. Both you and Alexander coming on this trip with me is all I hoped, but more than I could ask for.”
“But you did ask, and I’m glad that you did.”
“We have a few destinations in mind, first I thought about Forbuda, for I think it would do Alexander good to-”
“Listen, I don’t need to hear about the itinerary, just know that I’ll be with you, wherever we do end up.”
Phileas finished packing and joined Nemo and Alexander in the Nautilus, taking a travel chair to the secret port in the Atlas. Pierre Aronnax gave a slight smile as the former Gentleman Guides boarded the submarine as guests. Also joining them was Phileas’ assistant, Jean Passepartout. Once all parties were accounted for, the vessel submerged, and began its route to the Terminus.
Dorothy Gale had been entrusted with the position of Grand Gentlelady, and the seventy-ninth leader of the Gentleman’s Club. She smiled as she walked up to the podium in the midst of the great main hall, to give her acceptance speech.
“First of all, I want to thank everyone for the quick turn around in casting votes, once again it seems this organisation proves its ability to vote unanimously, or rather, its confidence in those nominated by the previous leaders.”
Dorothy paused, wanting to chose her next words carefully.
“I hope to be the leader that the Gentleman’s Club needs. I am my own person, so I hope the transition from Phileas to myself will not be jarring to any of you.”
The look on her face seemed to almost betray something on her mind, but it was so slight that no-one noticed.
“There is but one thing as leader, however, that I believe is imperative to establish as soon as possible.”
She paused to allow a small amount of anticipation to build.
“The world is ever-changing, and the rigid walls between the different powers may crumble. If we are serious about making this world a better place, then rather than sticking with the power structures that currently exist, we must do something differently. That is why I propose that we enter an alliance with Indigo International.”
There was a great shock and silence that came across the room. No-one was quite sure what to say to that. The silence hung in the air for a little while, but then Tristram spoke.
“Yes, a radical change like this might just tip things in our favour, what does everyone else think?”
“As someone who has been fairly cognisant of the need for this, I stand in support,” said Thomas Dreamer.
“I had never thought about such a thing before now, but I trust Thomas Dreamer with my life, and I trust Dorothy Gale, as she was nominated by Phileas Fogg, someone of extraordinary character,” said Gerard Lofty.
It was the words of these three that swayed opinion in the new leader’s favour. The decision was agreed upon, and the council of Guides was dismissed. Dorothy called Indigo, and was redirected to someone else.
“Who am I speaking to?”
“I could ask the same of you,” said this individual.
“It’s Dorothy Gale, I have business to discuss with Indigo.”
“Sorry, she’s conducting business of her own. If you want to let her know something, she probably already knows.”
“Yes, well, you work for her, then?”
“In a way. The name’s Umbrella. I’m an android, too.”
Jupiter had been called to a meeting early on the morning of the second. Fse had decided to confront her head-on, and with the backing of Esther Maddock, made some hefty accusations.
“Ah, so you do think I was somehow involved in the tragedy of the forty-first Gathering of The World. Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I know nothing except that this is the timeline that was always meant to be.”
“Don’t start up with that Indigo bullshit, I’m swimming in a world wide crisis here… we haven’t even begun to see the worst ramifications yet,” said Fse.
“The reign of the false monarchs is coming to its end.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Jupiter?” said Esther.
“Your paranoia bores me. I’m recusing myself from duty.”
“Hang on, let’s not get hasty now…” said Fse. “The world is going to need someone in your position.”
“Yes, and it won’t be me. I won’t be able to do the job with the way the other high-ups distrust me. Before I leave…”
She let a silence hang in the air as Fse and Esther began to anticipate her next sentence.
“Think about your priorities, you only have so many allies.”
Jupiter walked out of the meeting, and called Indigo. Orange answered, to her surprise. She commented that he had been brought back online, and was glad to know that the androids were slowly but surely coming together.
“The great unity approaches. Who’s next?”
On Notably Small Island, now completely abandoned, Gold and Nougat landed on the shore.
“Are you sure Amperes and Bolster called from here?” asked Nougat. “For some reason this place makes me nostalgic…”
“No time to ask questions. From what I hear, Indigo is on this planet. It might not be a good idea to stick around.”
“What are you so reserved about, Gold? Despite her far from conventional methods, she has the same directive as all of us. We must approach this logically.”
“Perhaps you’re right my love.”
Zephyr and Darque Storm were surprised to hear of the new alliance, but as the former was an organic android and thereby a key member of Indigo International, he was quickly informed and given new instructions: to rise to the rank of Gentleman Guide as soon as possible.
“Don’t worry about setbacks, if they happen then they were meant to happen. Just keep moving upward,” said Indigo.
On her end, in Barronym, the third of January was the day that Halberd overturned old traditions and appointed a new ruler, Queen Ollacosta Adams. This was all in preparation for Halberd to leave Barronym: after all, the value of an organic android in that position had served its usefulness. With the leaders of the world now dead, and Orange resurrected, there was nothing more to be gained from an android being limited by a position of power.
On the fifth of January, in the secret headquarters of Indigo International, another historic meeting, the first of many, would occur. Amperes, Bolster, Confidence, Elephant, Gold, Halberd, Indigo, Jupiter, Nougat, Orange, Umbrella, and Zephyr were all together in one place. Twelve androids, more than had ever been united in their history, were ready to discuss their plans for the future. There was a tension in the air as the androids shot each other knowing glances and smiles.
“Alright, I’d like to start by saying that it’s good to see you.”
This short sentence from Indigo had her contemporaries all immediately quiet and attentive.
“I’m sure I don’t need to spell out that this moment in time is only the beginning. We have our work cut out for us.”
“You’re sending us to Kerosene, right?” asked Amperes.
“In due time, some of you will go, but there are multiple missions that must be completed over the next year. This time in history is critical, more than you can know.”
“I believe it,” said Confidence. “I can’t wait to see Dancer, it’s been a while.”
“Mint and Pretzel are some of my best buds, but I haven’t seen ‘em in a while and don’t know what they’ve been doing lately,” said Nougat.
“Easy now, listing off everyone who isn’t here won’t bring them to this planet any faster,” said Orange.
“Well, at any rate, it sure is odd to see so many familiar faces after all this time,” said Zephyr. “And I look forward to seeing how these new missions will shape our future.”
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