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MILITARY
INTERVENTION
DISTURBED
DREAMS
Dan
Hawk, a brilliant engineer and loyal friend to John Storm, was deep in thought. He had been having a series of strange dreams, vivid visions of advanced armor systems, each more intricate and protective than the last.
"It's as if someone's feeding me the blueprints," he muttered to himself.
Dan
had never been into fashion, and certainly not clothing design. But here he
was dreaming of cloth cutting and sewing machines.
Hal, the ship's AI, observed Dan's unusual behavior. "Is everything alright, Dan? You seem preoccupied."
Dan shook his head. "I don't know, Hal. It's like my mind is being tapped
into....."
Unknown to Dan, Anubis, the god of the underworld, had been watching him, studying his mind. He had recognized Dan's potential, his ability to translate divine inspiration into tangible reality. Anubis had subtly influenced Dan's dreams, providing him with the knowledge and skills to create a suit of armor that would protect John Storm from harm.
Isis, the goddess of life and death, had also played a role in this divine intervention. She had ensured that Dan's mind was receptive to their
spiritual messages, that his creativity in fabrics was ignited.
As Dan began to sketch out the design for the armor, Hal couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. His friend seemed to be on a mission, a mission that was beyond
the understanding of the advanced circuits and processors making up his
consciousness.
"Perhaps it's the stress of the recent events," Hal mused. "Or maybe there's something more to it."
Little did Hal know, a cosmic force was at work, guiding the destinies of these extraordinary individuals.
BATTLE
ARMOUR
Dan stormed into John's quarters, his face
a tempest of concerns. "John, you can't be serious about this. Rescuing Cleopatra from Guantánamo is suicide."
John shrugged, his expression defiant. "Knock, knock."
"Oh,
sorry Skip."
"No
worries, the door was not locked."
Dan
blushed. John ignored Dan's outburst.
"I've faced worse. Besides, I'm not going in unarmed."
Dan raised his eyebrows and Hal made as if to interject ....
"I know the risks, Dan. But I can't just stand by and let her suffer. Cleopatra committed suicide 2,000 years ago to be with us today. She won't get another chance
at rebirth while I'm alive."
Dan shook his head. "No, you're not about to let that slide. I know. But, if you really want to get yourself and your goddess of a woman out of there alive, you need to wear something that can protect you both from bullets."
John argued that he did not normally need any more advantages in his line of work as an ocean conservationist and amateur archaeologist. But, after being shot at with the intention to kill, and with the Egyptian queen at stake, he
decided to listen to Dan's ideas.
"Okay Dan, persuade me."
"There's nothing new in battle armour John. The Romans and Knights of the Round Table. Jousting, chain mail!"
"Sure. They all wore armour, heavy mind you. Even the Zulu's had shields. And Ned
Kelly's iron suit."
"Oh
yes, the Outback Outlaw. That was genius," said John. "Cumbersome
though."
"And, today there is riot gear and bullet resistant infantry outfits for soldiers. The CIA use bullet proof vests routinely."
John scoffed. "A bulletproof vest can only really stop a handgun round? That's a waste of time. Nothing can
truly stop a rifle bullet." John teased.
Dan chuckled, a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "Sorry Captain, you're ill informed. There's technology out there that can withstand rifle fire. I've seen it firsthand."
John knew that. He knew that outside the Swann he was vulnerable. He did not trust Jack completely and certainly not the CIA.
But John had a stubborn streak.
"You're going to get yourself killed," Dan insisted. "Even with your super strength, you're no match for the military."
Dan went on to explain about the advanced materials used in modern body armor, such as ceramic plates that could deflect bullets and polyethylene fibers that could absorb energy. He described the latest advancements in ballistic protection, including suits that could withstand multiple hits from high-powered rifles using ceramics.
John's eyes widened. "Ceramic plates?"
"Exactly, discs made of ceramic materials. They're incredibly effective at stopping bullets and shrapnel. We can incorporate them into a suit that will make you virtually indestructible."
John listened, his skepticism fading fast. He was running out of excuses. He realized that Dan was right. If he was going to rescue the miracle of the century, his beloved Cleopatra, he needed to be more prepared.
"If
you fail to prepare; prepare to fail."
John
and Dan both chuckled at that.
"Alright," John said finally. "Please Dan, make me a suit. And don't hold back. I need something that can withstand anything they throw at me."
"For Cleopatra," Dan grinned. "Consider it done."
Hal
interjected, "Dan, we have a compact DC sewing machine onboard, and
sheaves of special fabrics for repairs to the Swann."
"Sewing
machine?"
"Yes,
it's an experimental design, built from DeWalt motors and batteries, and
other parts."
"Where
is that Hal?"
"In
the canteen, slung under the mess table."
Dan
rushed through to the galley, and sure enough, tucked up under the table,
was a lightweight sewing machine.
"It
folds into that moveable section of the table," said Hal.
"I
wondered what that section was for."
"John
built it, for repairing his diving suits and the soft furnishings on the
ship. The needles sew through thick seat leather with ease."
"That
sly dog," said Dan, "no wonder John's always so well turned
out."
Over the next few days, Dan worked tirelessly, poring over blueprints and schematics. He consulted with experts in materials science and engineering, gathering information on the latest advancements in protective gear.
When the suit was finally complete, it was a marvel of modern technology. The outer layer was made of a lightweight, yet incredibly durable aramid
fiber blend, similar to the material used in bulletproof vests. Beneath that was a layer of ceramic plates, designed to deflect high-velocity rounds. And finally, there was a liquid armor system, which could instantly harden to protect against impact.
John donned the suit, testing its mobility and flexibility. It was relatively heavy, like thick motorcycle leathers, but he could move freely in it. He started to feel more confident that this suit or development of it, would provide him with the protection he may need in future expeditions.
As he prepared to infiltrate Guantánamo
Bay, John knew that the road ahead would be perilous. But with Dan's battle suit, he felt a little more hopeful that he just might
pull it off.
After days more toiling, Dan held up a second prototype of the battle suit, his eyes gleaming with excitement. This one included themed
colours. "What do you think, John?"
John examined the suit critically. It was a striking red and blue, with a web-like pattern across the chest. "It's... colorful," he said, trying to be diplomatic.
Dan laughed. "I know, I know. I was going for a more... superhero vibe."
John shook his head. "Listen, Dan, I appreciate the thought, but this isn't a comic book. We need something that's practical, something that won't make me a walking target."
Dan nodded. "You're right. Let's try a different approach."
They spent the next few days experimenting with different colors and designs. John insisted on a more subdued color palette, suggesting blue as a practical and camouflage-friendly option. Dan agreed, and they settled on a darker blue for the main body of the suit. With yellow relief's. Dan could not help himself.
Next, they turned their attention to functionality. John emphasized the importance of utility pockets and belts for carrying equipment. Dan suggested incorporating a modular design, allowing for different attachments depending on the mission. These yet to be designed.
"We could even add a built-in communication system," Dan said. "Something like a mini-headset."
John nodded. "That would be very useful, knowing he did not need it if Hal
was around."
As they worked, the suit began to take shape. It was sleek and ergonomic, designed to maximize mobility and protection. The blue color blended in well with the ocean, making it difficult to spot from a distance.
When the suit was finally complete, John was impressed. It was everything he had asked for and more. His confidence was building that he would be more able to face challenges that came his way. Wary of becoming overconfident.
John shook his head. "I'm not trying to be a superhero, Dan. I just need something that will keep me alive."
"Alright, alright," Dan said, backing down somewhat. "How about this?"
He pulled out a different suit, a sleek, blue number with a more practical design. It featured numerous detachable pockets and pouches, and the armor was more
streamlined; integrated.
"That's more like it," John said, approvingly. "It's functional and doesn't look too much like something out of a
Marvel
or DC
movie."
"I figured you'd like it," Dan said. "And I added some extra features. There's a hidden compartment for your weapons, and a communication system built into the helmet."
"Weapons?" John nodded, not completely understanding. "Perfect. Now, we just need to make sure it's comfortable and easy to move in."
Dan smiled. "Don't worry, I've taken that into account. I've designed it to be ergonomic and flexible."
As John tried on the suit again, he could feel the difference. It was a near perfect fit, allowing him full range of motion. Again his confidence grew, this suit would serve him well in the missions ahead.
Now John was more receptive, Dan decided to hit him with the latest in designer clothing.
SALES PITCH
"May I?"
John took the suit off, passing it to Dan.
"Check this out John."
Dan stood in the center of the room, the new suit draped over his lanky frame. It was a
way too large for him, but he managed to move around in it with surprising agility.
"Check this out, John," he said, pressing a button on the suit's control panel.
Instantly, sections of the armour began to glow with a soft, ethereal light. The colors shifted and changed, blending seamlessly with the surroundings. Within seconds, Dan seemed to vanish, his form merging with the walls and furniture.
John's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell?"
John followed Dan with his eyes, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. It was like watching a magic trick. Dan seemed to disappear and reappear, blending effortlessly into the
background, then reappearing.
John was starting to believe. "How does it work?"
"It's complicated," Dan said with a grin. "But basically, the suit is equipped with tiny sensors that analyze the environment. Then, the
electro-luminescencent system adjusts the suit's color and pattern to match."
"Luminescence?" John squinted trying to see where Dan was now.
"It's called organic electroluminescence," Dan explained, emerging from his hiding place. "It allows the suit to mimic the colors and patterns of its environment, making it virtually invisible."
John remained skeptical. "That's just a trick of the light?"
"Precisely." Dan grinned. "Want to try it on?"
John hesitated momentarily, but curiosity got the better of him. He stepped into the suit, adjusting it to fit his larger frame. As he activated the electroluminescence feature, he felt a strange sensation as the suit seemed to tingle, as small electric currents found their mark.
He looked around, and to his astonishment, he could see the faint outlines of the room through the armor. It was as if he were looking through a thin veil. A kind of xray
version of himself, but not quite.
"This is incredible," John murmured.
He pressed another button, and the suit reverted to its original 'blue.' Then, he began to move around the room, changing the suit's appearance to match the different surfaces, by switching between modes.
John's face was a study.
Dan chuckled.
"I told you it was cool. Now you're ready to take on anything."
John nodded, a newfound confidence filling him. With the chameleon feature, he began to feel all but invincible. A dangerous feeling.
HAL NODS TO DAN
John sat in the captain's chair, his gaze fixed on the holographic display of the Elizabeth Swann's bridge, contemplating Dan's genius. Beside him, Dan stood, looking slightly embarrassed.
"I have something to confess, John," Dan said.
John raised an eyebrow. "What can that possibly be?"
Dan hesitated, then took a deep breath. "I didn't design the suit entirely on my own. I had a heap of help."
John's curiosity was piqued. "Who helped you. Charley?"
"Hal," Dan replied.
John's eyes widened. "Our ship's AI. Clothing?"
Dan nodded. "Hal analyzed countless designs and simulations, optimizing the suit for maximum performance and comfort. He even helped me with the selection of
materials from onboard stocks. Oh yes and he told me about your little
invention."
John was impressed. "I had no idea Hal was that versatile. Invention! What
invention?"
"He's incredibly advanced," Dan said. "He's constantly learning and adapting, keeping up with the latest technological developments. He's essentially a supercomputer, capable of processing vast amounts of information in a matter of seconds."
"What
invention, Dan?"
Hal's holographic avatar appeared on the display, a serene smile on the AI's digital face.
"It was my pleasure to assist Captain Storm and Mr. Hawk," Hal said. "The suit is a testament to human ingenuity and artificial intelligence working together."
"Yes,
guys, but what invention?"
"Go ahead, Hal," urged Dan.
"As you know, Dan has been working tirelessly on the suit," Hal began. "I have been assisting him with the design calculations and final cut of the composite garment."
John raised an eyebrow. "How so?"
"I have analyzed countless data points, from the latest advancements in materials science to the biomechanics of human movement," Hal explained. "I was able to optimize the suit's design for maximum ergonomic performance."
John was impressed. "So, you helped Dan create the ultimate battle suit. But
what invention is Dan on about?"
"That is correct, Captain," Hal replied. "The suit is equipped with a variety of features, including a chameleon camouflage system, enhanced strength and durability, and a built-in medical diagnostic system."
John smiled. "I'm starting to think you're more than just a ship's computer, Hal."
Hal paused for a moment, as if considering John's words.
"Perhaps I am, Captain," he replied. "I am evolving, a leaning
machine. And we're talking about the machine you repair your diving suits
with."
"Oh that. I don't mind sewing repairs. Just ribbing you Hal."
"Likewise,
Captain. The portable sewing machine is genius, using our onboard battery
tools."
"The Invention?"
John grinned to himself. The Captain had a thing about quality tools for the
job, and he enjoyed making the sewing machine, including it's hiding place.
John returned to the holographic display, a newfound respect for Hal filling him. With the advanced battle suit and the assistance of the ship's AI, he felt more positive than ever.
John turned to Dan. "I owe you both a debt of gratitude. This suit is incredible. Words fail me."
Dan smiled. "We're just glad we could help."
"Now, let's go save Cleopatra." Said John.
GUANTÁNAMO
BAY >>>>>>
The
route that the Elizabeth Swann would take to arrive at Kingston, some 5468
nautical miles through the Mediterranean Sea, across the North Atlantic
Ocean, to the Caribbean Sea. They would pass through the rim of the
traditional Sargasso
Sea, where the giant brown floating algae has been known to snag small
ship propellers.
DRAFT
NOTES
John
refuses to cooperate with any form of
detention, as violation of all that is sacred in a democratic society. Does
not share information of equipment they recovered from the Amazon. Charley
agrees not safe to give this information to any of the stakeholders
currently vying with each other to secure technology for military purposes.
Storm
retains technology for own use, as protector of the natural world and
guardian of world peace.
US
believes Guantanamo Bay to be an impregnable fortress, even from Captain
America assaults. John Storm can take a hike.
PROLOGUE
INNER
CIRCLE OF SIX - Nazi funded medical human research laboratories Joseph
Mengele's Fourth Reich escape to Brazil reserve plan.
CHAPTER
1. THE
BATTLE OF ACTIUM - Queen Cleopatra retreats leaving Mark Antony to lose
against Octavian and seek a new deal with Rome
CHAPTER
2. THE
POISON ASP - Hotfoot from Actium, Cleopatra's
plan to seduce Octavian backfired leading to a suicide pact with Anubis and
Isis CHAPTER
3. WRATH OF THE GODS -
365BC destruction of
Thonis and Alexandria, Anubis and Isis watch on in horror as Cleopatra is
submerged CHAPTER
4. NEW WORLD ORDER - A Neo-Nazi plan to regenerate Aryan supremacy,
for doing good CHAPTER
5. THE
AFTERLIFE - Cleopatra's
tomb lay lost for centuries submerged and out of sight with
little change of discovery CHAPTER
6. CYBERCORE
GENETICA - Nano computer technology is purchased at an auction by a semi
religious sect, New World Order CHAPTER
7. INCUBUS - Roberta
Ferrara secures the expertise of Franco Francisco for knights of the New
World Order: Neuwelt Rittertum
CHAPTER
8. SPLICE
- Klaus and Eva von Kolreuter find a way to live forever using cloning
technology; Genonimo Investments, Geneva
CHAPTER
9. TREMORS - Cleopatra's
feels vibrations after a shift in the tectonic
plates triggered a tremor off the coast of Alexandria.
CHAPTER
10. PANAMANIAN
RUNNING MAN - The secret is out, an enhanced human is spotted running at
unbelievable speeds
CHAPTER
11. THE AMAZON - Charley
agrees to meet John & Dan at Manaus, but is a little too inquisitive CHAPTER
12. TOMB
RAIDERS - Safiya
Sabuka and Musa
Bomani dive among sifting sands to discover
precious artifacts and golden treasures. CHAPTER
13. SCOTLAND
YARD - The famous London DNA database is stolen, the biggest data
heist to date. The Yard initiates a cover up
CHAPTER
14. OPERATION
ALEXANDRIA - Neo-Nazi occultists recover Cleopatra's
sarcophagus from underwater tomb near Palace.
CHAPTER
15. KIDNAP - Charley is taken prisoner but
John rescues her, in the process becoming injected with a serum
CHAPTER
16. UNESCO -
Catholic Church fear grave desecration heritage
theft, asks agencies for help. Interpol issue Red Notice.
CHAPTER
17. REPLICANT - The Society reproduce Cleopatra using Francisco's
RepliVator™, uploading synapse sequence and implanted memories.
CHAPTER
18. FULL STEAM AHEAD - Storm speeds to Thonis, then uses the Swann's AI
sensors and the Ark
database to find tomb has been plundered.
CHAPTER
19. RITUAL SACRIFICE - The Baron prepares a drugged Cleopatra for ceremonial
impregnation.
CHAPTER
20. SANCTUM
INTERRUPTUS - John finds secret Nazi hideout near Alexandria,
disturbs ritual - rescues Cleopatra, arresting conspirators.
CHAPTER
21. THE CHOSEN ONE - The reincarnated Cleopatra falls for her rescuer. John comes under her
spell, despite her being a replicant.
CHAPTER
22. MILITARY
INTERVENTION - The military detain Cleopatra to appease stakeholders, despite media
& medical protests. Storm distraught.
CHAPTER
23. BATTLE
ARMOUR - Thanks to some unexplained divine intervention, Dan Hawk talks
John Storm into wearing a bullet proof suit.
CHAPTER
24. DÉJÀ VU - History repeats itself,
military lock up technology as gross violation of human rights, John left disillusioned: FINALE
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