During the 3rd World War in the year 2052, nuclear weapons devastated the Earths surface.

Nobody won.

The worlds leading scientific minds worked to create a way to remove the radiation from the atmosphere.

They succeeded. The technology was revolutionary, it had the ability to completely absorb energy with 100% efficiency, effectively violating the 2nd law of thermodynamics. By releasing nanomachines within a plasmatic membrane that utilized budding Dyson sphere technology from Japan, it was essentially a shifting, transient, super cloud that could filter anything through anything, and place energy in anything without loss. Many considered it magic at first, but nobody cared so long as it worked.

And it worked.

They called it Aldrang.

The inventors of Aldrang were a duo team of brilliant scientists: Dr. Frank Alderson, an American chemist, and Dr. Takumi Morino, a Japanese physicist. They each shared the technology with each other and agreed to save their own home countries first. This was the beginning of what would become the two companies that saved humanity.

Dr. Alderson went back and began to deploy Aldrang emission technology across the entire continental United States, curing the land nearly instantly. With so much wealth accrued from companies and state governments purchasing Aldrang emitters, Dr. Alderson started the Instance Technologies corporation, which over many years grew to become a superpower that controlled around 20% of the world economy.

Dr. Morino returned to Japan and did the same, except instead of selling Aldrang emitters to the government, he allowed governments to lease Aldrang emitters. Soon, all countries of the world were clambering to lease Aldrang emitters from Dr. Morinos new company: Morino Industries. Morino Industries grew to become a zaibatsu in Japan, and essentially came to control over 25% of the world economy.

This was the year 2089.

In the year 3045, the Corporation Wars began, with Instance Technologies and Morino Industries at front. Other global superpower companies fought over land and resources, with Aldrang technology available, nuclear war never meant so little to the environment save for the vaporized cities, citizens, and wildlife.

In the year 3057, the leaders of both Instance Technologies and Morino Industries met, and came to a deal. They would merge. And with this merger rose the most powerful corporation in the Earths history:

The Istano Group.

Overnight, Instance Technologies and Morino Industries merged to form the supercorporation zaibatsu known as Istano Group. They immediately began to research and innovate more on the Aldrang technology, and with that new technology, single handedly ended the war.

Istano Group was armed with Aldrang Portal tech, which allowed instantaneous teleportation to any location on Earth with no energy cost.

Also utilizing the same technology, Istano Group created guns that shot through Aldrang Portals that could target enemy hearts and brains from 50 kilometers away, devastating them with no travel time.

It was no wonder nobody stood a chance against the Istano Group. Weapons that could teleport solid tungsten rods straight into enemy combatant hearts and eliminate political dignitaries with the flip a switch?

Istano Group ended the Corporation Wars in 3 days.

The survivors either lived in Istano Group territory as former Americans and Japanese, or were spared when the Istano Group announced a complete victory. No other supercorporations existed.

The Istano Group became the new world order. It owned over 50% of the Earths land and seas, with the rest of it only belonging in name to other countries. People now only referred to countries for cultures sake. Istano Group was the government. Istano Group was the order.


The year is 6788.

The rain roars as it falls across the city of Athrodo. Each droplet falls with enough force to bruise a child– such rain is not uncommon. Only the brave venture out during the mindstorms, and only when its absolutely necessary lest they die before they reach their destination. The whole of Athrodo is silent, save for the deafening cry of the rain against the concrete.

”Sure sounds like a **in war out there huh? ”

A man laughs heartily from across the room. His voice is deep and gruff. Like gravel. His face is rough with sharp features and large bushy eyebrows. Hes massive, standing nearly 6 foot 10 and a mountain of muscle.

His name: Trajan Vermeer. At the high rank of Master Sergeant, Vermeer was the commander of the 8th Fireteam in the Aldrang Resolution Taskforce.

A young man speaks up, grinning. His voice is pleasant, and full of youth.

”You say that every time it rains. You remember WERE the ones that have to go out in that warzone, right? ”

”Don **in remind me. I hate mindstorm duty. ”

Vermeer gets up from the couch and walks up to the young man staring out the window.

”Its your birthday tomorrow ain it, Irrako? ”

The young man turns around, revealing his stark, bright red irises. Irrako was a tall man, 6 foot, and had jet black hair. His features were strangely beautiful, yet still implied hardness like Vermeers. Hes a leaner kind of muscle than his commander, though.

”Awh! You remember my birthday? Thanks! ”

”Shut it. Of course I remembered your birthday youve only been in this squad since you were 11. ”

Irrako raises his fist gently for a fist-bump.

”Heh. Can believe its almost been 8 years. You gonna treat me tomorrow? ”

Vermeer taps his fist against Irrakos and turns around before beginning to walk off.

”Forget it. I know how much you eat, fatass. Lets get going. Mindstorms looking rowdy. ”

”Fuuuuuckkk. Fine. ”

Irrako checks his pockets and takes out a sleek, thin, silver wristband and puts it on his left wrist before following his commander out of the room.

Vermeer walks down the hallway, and whistles sharply.

Members of his squad begin coming out of their rooms , each falling into line alongside Irrako as they quietly exchange greetings.

A young woman greets Irrako with a quick, playful hug from behind before she falls in next to him as they continue walking.

Irrako whispers to the young woman.

”Todays mindstorm looks real shit, Veon. ”

She playfully punches his arm before responding. Her voice is soothing, yet firm, like a gleaming pebble in a vast lake. Irrako can help but look at her. Veon is a tall woman, taller than

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