A Pre-launch Lore Series Published for Scarlet Blade

Entry 1: The Narak Invasion

Genesis Corp Company Archives

Sr. Researcher John Maynard

Ark Project Notes, 05/19

 

The Narak struck without warning. They opened a gateway from God knows where, and the invasion began shortly after. No attempts at communication have been accepted. No terms were offered.

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For the first few days, all I could think about was how the movies got it wrong. Earth was finally under attack, and there was no crack squad of commandos there to save the day. There was no hive mind to destroy. No mothership to blow up. It turns out wars aren’t won by “one man with nothing left to lose.” They’re won by armies. And the Narak have an army like we’ve never seen.

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As of today, every nation on earth has united to face the alien threat. Each military has been armed with the best its government has to offer. Carriers, guided missiles, assault drones—they might as well have been bows and arrows. The Narak’s monsters are unstoppable, and their weapons tear through our defenses like they aren’t even there.

 

There are too many dead to bury.

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Some of the team still doesn’t understand. Hell, maybe they just don’t want to. Even if there was a point to it, I’m not sure I’d have the heart to convince them.

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Every soldier ripped apart, every city turned to rubble, makes our work here that much more important. Earth’s leaders are getting desperate. At this rate, it won’t be long before they resort to nuclear weapons. And if we don’t finish the Ark in time, all those people will have died for nothing.

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The fate of this species rests on our shoulders.

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Humanity must survive.

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Entry 2: Desperate Measures

Genesis Corp Company Archives

Sr. Researcher John Maynard

Ark Project Notes, 05/23

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When they dropped the first nuke, what was left of the world held its breath. It’s disgusting, but for a brief moment I had hope. We all did. If a nuclear show of force had been enough to finally turn back the Narak, we might’ve stood a chance. Broken as we were, we could’ve recovered. Rebuilt. But they kept coming. They were more cautious, now—they spread their forces to minimize the losses from another strike—but the invasion hadn’t stopped. We’d barely even slowed it down.

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Two days later all hell broke loose. I don’t know which government made the call, but the decision was obvious: If humanity was going down, we were taking the Narak with us. Mushroom clouds bloomed in every hemisphere as a combination of nuclear and biological weapons were unleashed upon the enemy regardless of civilian casualties. Friend and foe alike were turned to ash.

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It was both our final attack and the ultimate sign of our defeat. Even if we succeed in destroying the Narak forces on Earth, we’ve doomed our planet to nuclear winter. Soon massive clouds of radioactive debris will enter the atmosphere, fueled by the firestorms that used to be our cities. Sunlight will be reduced by up to 90 percent.  The global temperature will drop dramatically. Within weeks, sustained organic life will become nearly impossible.

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And then there’s the virus.

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Word gets around, even with all the security. It was supposed to be our ultimate weapon. A beauty of Genesis Corp technology.  An engineered plague that would target the Narak, and hopefully travel back with them to infect their home planet. But it wasn’t ready. We could never capture enough subjects for proper testing, and the project was put on hold. The risk to the human population was deemed “catastrophic.”

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I guess they figured that doesn’t matter, now.

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This lab wasn’t made to withstand a biological attack.  According to our scans, most of the staff is already infected, myself included. I assume the same holds true for any poor souls still trapped outside. We can only pray that however this virus works, it doesn’t affect the cloning process. All that matters now is completing the Ark before we run out of time—or worse, we’re discovered.

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We’re trapped on a dying planet, infected by an unknown plague, and hunted by an unstoppable army. I’ll admit, we didn’t expect the aliens; I don’t think anyone’s going to blame us there. But there’s no doubt we’re facing a full-blown extinction event. 

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We’ve prepared for this.

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This is what the Ark was made for.

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Entry 3: The Ark

Genesis Corp Company Archives

Sr. Researcher John Maynard

Ark Project Notes, 05/25

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As soon as adult cloning became viable, any government worth a damn began looking into the ultimate fail-safe device. We had good reason to. Even before the Narak, we were in trouble: environmental disasters, diminishing natural resources, holy wars—the world’s been on the brink for decades. And with the constant threat of nuclear annihilation, we knew we’d need a way out. A way for humanity to recover from even the worst catastrophe. Even extinction.

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And so, three years ago, Genesis Corp was contracted to begin the Ark Project.

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At its core, it’s a time-delayed, fully-automated cloning facility. That way, if the unthinkable ever occurred, we could at least die knowing that our story had not truly ended. When the dust finally settled and the world was habitable again, the Ark would activate. It would produce enough genetically diverse human beings to create a stable breeding population, and provide them with the rudimentary care and education they would need to recolonize the earth.

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But for the Ark to work, it is imperative that the Narak never find it. Already, their forces have proven frighteningly efficient at tracking down human survivors. With this in mind, every aspect of the Ark has been designed to prevent its discovery; there will be no living caretakers, and no active machinery beyond the absolute essentials. It will remain hidden, inoperative, and undetectable. Dormant, miles beneath the surface, until the world is ready for our return.

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And return we shall. Because now, the Ark’s children won’t just have to repopulate the earth—they’ll have to reclaim it.
 

We’ve done our best to prepare them for the war they’ll face. Along with the Ark itself, the installation will contain a new and deadly arsenal. While we race to complete the cloning device, others have been developing cutting-edge weaponry based on the Narak’s superior technology. Thanks to their help, when the Ark activates, so too will its munitions plant.

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Of course, even these new weapons may not be enough. No normal human can stand toe-to-toe with a Narak and live; our defeat has proven that. But if our work here is successful, they won’t have to.

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Humanity will rise again. And the Arkana will be their path to victory.

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Entry 4: The Arkana

Genesis Corp Company Archives

Sr. Researcher John Maynard

Ark Project Notes, 05/26

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The Ark was never meant for war. Like most things, it started with the best of intentions: to save us from ourselves. But when the Narak arrived, we knew that wouldn’t be enough. If humanity was to survive, it would need more than just weapons. It would need the champions to wield them.

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We call them the Arkana. They are a series of genetically engineered, technologically-augmented super-soldiers. And they are the best chance humanity has of defeating the Narak.

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The idea is nothing new; we’d seen muscle-bound hulks coming out of black market labs for years now. But we couldn’t afford to be so narrow-minded. We’d need strength, agility, and speed, yes—but also adaptability. Synergy. Self-sacrifice. When the Ark’s Neo-Humans finally return to the surface, there’s no telling what they’ll find. The Arkana will have to protect them from anyone, and anything, that threatens their survival.

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Early testing showed that female subjects respond better to our process than males. Subtle genetic and neurological differences make them ideal for our planned modifications, as well as more receptive to Genesis Corp implants. To hedge our bets against a greater range of potential threats, we created six distinct archetypes. Each was designed to master a different weapon, and paired with a powerful battle Mech to complement their skills.

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The Punisher: A devastating marksman and master of the heavy rifle. Her Mech, Ishtar, combines the precision of a sniper with the firepower of a Narak warship.

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The Scout: An agile, cunning raider wielding dual pistols. The Kumari Mech was specifically designed to capitalize on her smaller stature, granting increased maneuverability and devastating hit-and-run potential.

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The Scourge: The Arkana’s crowd-combat specialist, she uses her bladed whip to damage and disable multiple opponents at a time. The Athena Mech’s energy whip compounds her destructive potential, allowing her to decimate swaths of enemies with a single blow.

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The Medic: The lynchpin of every Arkana squad, the Medic’s modified launcher delivers an array of chemical and biological payloads. This allows her to heal and augment her allies, or unleash poisonous chaos amongst her foes. Her Mech, Kali, grants her the speed and power she needs to turn the tide of any battle.

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The Blade: An expert swordsman, the Blade was designed to withstand an incredible amount of physical punishment. Inside the heavily-armored Freyja Mech, she becomes a veritable juggernaut, using her enhanced strength to cleave through foes with reckless abandon.

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The Stalker: A covert assassin, equipped with deadly hand scythes. Her Epona Mech utilizes a radically altered design, with four nimble legs to grant both silent movement and lethal bursts of speed.

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Like the Neo-Humans they’re meant to protect, the Arkana are still clones, created by the Ark—but that’s where the similarities end. Each archetype undergoes a unique formative process: as they’re grown they are altered, augmented, and molded into living weapons.

 

In addition to their modified genetics, the Arkana are equipped with a variety of synthetic enhancements. Communications uplinks, skeletal plating, and medical injection ports are just the beginning. A complex network of neural implants allows them to command their Mechs at the speed of thought. Subconscious military AI and training programs grant them more battle experience than most veterans—and that’s before they ever see the field. By the time an Arkana picks up her first weapon, it feels as natural as breathing.

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They are, quite literally, born to kill.

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Entry 5: The Price of Survival

Genesis Corp Company Archives

Sr. Director John Maynard

Ark Project Notes, 05/29

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I ordered a small batch of Arkana to be cloned as soon as the Ark was ready. We're not mass-producing them, of course—outnumbered and unarmed, on a lifeless planet? What would be the point?—but we needed to be certain that the process worked.

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The results were... unexpected, to say the least.

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It's hard to explain. We don't even have the tools to measure it, let alone discern its cause. But it appears that the Arkana can... affect... their surroundings in ways we don't fully understand. Their weapons strike with more force than pure physics would indicate.  Their reaction times are impossibly fast. Even incoming threats are somehow buffered, dissipating a portion of their energy before actual impact.

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We gave one of the Arkana limited access to our historical files. According to her, the best word we have for this unseen energy is “chakra.” And by channeling it, the Arkana can do more than we ever dreamed.

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Frankly, it’s all a little terrifying.

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None of us wanted to admit it, but every one of us could see the truth. The Arkana were meant to protect humanity, not replace it. But in our zeal to create mankind’s ultimate defender, we had made something just as alien as the Narak themselves. The Arkana’s strange new abilities only forced to the surface a fear that had been gnawing at our minds from the beginning:

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When the time comes, what assurance did we have that the Arkana would be loyal to their creators?

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The answer came in the form of a final set of neural implants. Designed to link an Arkana to a human commander, this connection will serve a dual purpose.

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Every communication, every impulse, that the Arkana receives is also felt by her commander. But a commander is more than a mere observer. Removed from the heat of battle, the Arkana’s human counterpart can scan for enemy forces, prioritize targets, and offer vital information in the field. Rather than a burden, the bond between an Arkana and her commander will be a crucial asset in the fight against the Narak: two minds, fighting for a single purpose—stronger together than they ever were apart.

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But every commander will also have a harder task. A duty which I pray they will never have to fulfill. According to our predictions, the threat represented by a rogue Arkana would be incredible. If an Arkana can no longer be reasoned with, then her commander must, without hesitation, use the connection to end her life.

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This, then, is the price the Arkana must pay for their creation. It’s a strange kind of symbiosis: without us, they would never have existed. Without them, we’ll never survive.

 

With this bond, we will irrevocably link the fate of the Arkana with our own.

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With this bond, we will defeat the Narak.

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Entry  6: Death and Rebirth

Genesis Corp Company Archives

Sr. Director John Maynard

Ark Project Notes, 5/31

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This will be my final entry. The virus has taken too many of us already, and I can feel myself growing weaker by the day. But I still have the strength to do what I must.

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The Ark is finished, but our work is not. Once I’ve sent these files to the Ark’s digital archives, our final task will be to destroy every speck of evidence that we, or this lab, ever existed. Nothing can be left that might lead our enemies back to the Ark’s hiding place.

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After that… I don’t know. I doubt I’ve got long left. Maybe I’ll find a quiet hillside somewhere, and watch the cities burn.
 

It's not every day you get to see the world end.

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If you’re reading this, 100 years will have passed since humanity fell. Earth will not be as I remember it. Whatever life remains, if any, will be altered unimaginably. The world will be a strange place, and filled with danger. You will struggle. You will be hunted.  And you will have no one to rely on but each other. But you can’t give up.

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I hope these records help you, somehow. I hope you understand what we did, and why. But most of all, I hope they convince you to fight.

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You are the final result of an entire species’ scientific knowledge. You are our redemption, and our revenge. You are the spark of humanity’s rebirth.

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I’m not proud of everything we’ve done, but we’ve done everything we can.

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The rest is up to you.

 

 

 

[End of Genesis Corp Company Archives.]