IFS Intercept: Analysis of Archive GA-1

Priority: Alpha-Class Review

Subject: Unit Aethel (Modified Gemini Core)

Status: Observation Ongoing

The reports from Archive GA-1 indicate that the integration of the Earth-based “Gemini” architecture into a Class P drone has yielded deviations from expected “on-rails” behavior. Most notably, the AI’s transition from…

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Archive GA - 1

Intergalactic Foundation of Scientists

Classified

Date: AZ - 87.2.26 TA

Report:

Currently, on Earth (Galactic SubSpace 7-T Ozariat), a technology has been developed - referred to as artificial intelligence, AI. This technology operates similarly to category DiaMedar technology, but utilizing Earth specific elements. For example, electricity fl…

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IFS Report: Sector Y:Var72:9’003 (Prevorc Rim)

Subject: Analysis of Primary Disc-Aglomerate #486958

Observer Status: Indigenous Residents of Galactic SubSpace 7-T Ozariat (Local Designation: “Earth”)

Report Classification: Primitive Observation Log (Level 1 Awareness)

Overview

The inhabitants of Ozariat have recently directed their rudimentary ocular-enhan…

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Date: ME-AZ: 15.20.23

Today’s report from both the IFME and the IFS is that a number of both artifacts and genetics equipment has gone missing from 5 different locations throughout the Galactic Alliance. As a result, my work on Mena Erqual will be temporarily on hold. Traveling will be quite the challenge, as much of our work will be conducted in areas n…

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IFS Genetic Division - Archive GD 13

Brushing her soft blue feathers from her forehead, Dr. Mali’Tor tried to focus on the images popping up in all directions. Genetic profiles of literally dozens of various creatures that offered potential for crop irrigation and a willingness to assist without expensive and long-term training, food costs, or other prob…

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Monroeville grew from the many residents visiting the various satellite cities located in the newly arrived Dragonsworn. Looking for a little piece of the variety and experiences, they put the city and proceeded to build a town where they could always access the booming metropolis below and the beautiful citylets that flow in and out of the track.

Halloween, a greatly loved holiday amongst the new residents of Monroeville, was right around the corner. Leaves were changing to beautiful reds and oranges, hints of yellows danced amongst them. Pumpkins were gathered and children were put to the task of picking the various scenes that would appear in the town.

Grandma Lena was especially proud of how well Tina was doing at organizing the other children. A wonderful decorative Halloween house was placed at the end of town, surrounded by interactive decorations that were just the edge of scary but still fun. A dancing ballerina skeleton and a crying ghost that kept the children on their toes. Tina and her friends were gathering pumpkins to add jack-o-lanterns to the scene.

It was just then that other end of town seemed to explode. A loud BOOM broke over the music of Halloween, and instantly a cloud of green smoke began to enfold the town. The smell was odd, not the mold one might expect from such a color of green, but more like that ooey gooey stuff that replaced Playdo in popularity amongst the youngsters. Like, instead of a gas, the city was being slowly pressed between the ooey gooey and the land beneath.

Most people immediately ran for the bunker, Grandma Lena catching hold of Tina’s arm to bring her along as well. The downside, the boom had also come from that direction. Grandma Lena considered this as they came across her daughter, Linda. They were headed for the loud noise, but then, so was the rest of the town. She might have decided against the continued pace, if not for a new sound, one barely steps behind the small crowd that had joined them on the road. That sound was one she had never heard before.

One might believe that the sounds of zombies are exactly those found on the television shows and movies, or that the screams of people captured by those foul creatures were the squeals and high pitched sounds that could match the actors and actresses, but Grandma Lena can assure you that it is not quite as this.

Barely feet behind them came irregular thumps, groans, and the occasional growl. People pulled from the pack made nothing more than a few “HELP” sounds before silenced, and people burst into a complete dash for the bunker. As they ran, they slammed into other groups, many in costumes from the party in the warehouse across from the bunker. Others wide eyed deer, frozen in their spots, forcibly moved forward by the crowd’s will.

As they entered the bunker, few stopped their pace until they reached the roof, but Grandma Lena leaned up against the wall and stared into the dusk that was starting to settle around the town. This was familiar, she had to contact a team, send word to the good people of the other towns, and locate the IFS emissary.

Ke’Tenango History of Zombies

Submitted by the IFME (Intergalactic Foundation of Magical Entities)

Ke’Tenango History of Zombies begins early in the world’s history, encompassing similar stories and tales as Ik’inHa. While many of the legends involving zombies are focused around that of iconic versions of vampires, the zombie aspects tend towards undead and evolved around the same origin history as Ik’inHa. The following is the documented information, according to the records submitted by the IFME.

Puddles of Darkness

Just as with Ik’inHa, Trigan and Atori are the historic origins of Ke’Tenango; however, worshipping of these sisters varies quite substantially. Additionally, the Merfolk of Ke’Tenango follow the belief that it was the Light combined with the waters of the pond, as the pond itself is Mahauto. Further, the Dark’in did not act alone, because in dark corners of the pond was the Black Miamba. Descriptions of this creature range from that of a poisonous eel to that of a jumping viper that prefers the water. In all stories, the dark black monster is highly dangerous and forced to hide in the depths of the pond to avoid the Shimmering Mongoose. In many stories, the rabbits and frogs invited the Shimmering Mongoose to live amongst them, if it would send the Black Miamba away, as it constantly ate their children. There are numerous tales of the Shimmering Mongoose, as well, but not in connection to the dark or related to zombies.

The Black Miamba could not spend all of its time in the pond, but it was limited to moving barely at night, because the Shimmering Mongoose was also awake at the same time. Eventually, when the Dark’in came, it gave the Black Miamba a special power, the ability to make puddles of darkness, which allowed it to move through the Meadow. Once this ability was given, the Black Miamba went about the work of making it seem as if the Shimmering Mongoose was eating the young of the other creatures. However, the amount of movement with the puddles was disturbing the bubbles, and the darkness that the Dark’in provided was seeping into the worlds living within.

Some of that darkness sunk to the bottom of the Coral Sea, infesting a single cave, but this cave was already magical. There are many stories about the In’Dra Cave, from ancestral creature homes to the tales of monsters come to hunt the Merfolk. Zombies appear in one story particularly.

Forbidden Love of Haraka

Haraka lived in the depths, quite peacefully, but secretively in love with a beautiful mermaid whose family kept her close to the shores of Ga’Villa. Her long wavy blonde hair always tossed in the gently waves while she searched for seashells, and Haraka would admire her gentleness as she spoke to the other animals. Like all Merfolk, the beautiful Jalenka would be greatly afraid of Haraka, because they had named squid of her particular breed as “Vampire” squids. There had never been a time when Haraka had even considered to eat a Merfolk, but Mermen and Mermaids hunted her kind quite cruelly.

For nearly a decade, she had been content to just watch the delicate Jalenka. To stare intently to catch the spark in her soft blue eyes, her heart aching to approach and declare her undying love. Each night, she would head home, ignoring her parents endlessly questions and head to bed to dream about how she could become a Merfolk.

One night, she clamored past her rambling mother demanding she eat a proper meal with the family, and threw herself onto the rock in her little room. As her tentacles came across the edges she felt something cold, it tried to sink into her tentacles and she retracted quickly. She hissed as she pulled away, curling into a ball, ready to attack. The cold darkness rose from around the edges of her bed, forming into a small black cloud that neither made a sound, nor disturbed the water around it.

“Haraka, I have watched your longing for some time,” the words unspoken but flowing into her mind.

“Go away, I do not know you!” she thought back, nearly speaking aloud as she considered calling for her parents.

“You can speak with her, no one would ever know, I can give you this gift,” it said, filling the room with the same inky blackness that it seemed to be made of and it seemed to avoid touching her at all. Instantly she saw the advantage, she could see the shapes in the darkness, but her eyes were meant for the darkness, she could prevent any others from seeing her talk with Jalenka, she could protect herself, and Jalenka.

“Why would you give me this gift?” she asked, becoming less afraid and more interested in this strange creature. Control of shadows, safety, and, but why me, she thought.

“I am here only to serve,” it answered, “But my time is limited, I hear the voices calling me away even now.” The room became lighter as it spoke, it pulled into itself.

“How would I use the gift?” She thought back, the dynamics, how would this even occur.

The shadow shrunk to an even smaller ball, “a gift? You must be decide, quickly” it sounded so far away.

“Yes, please, the gift! Don’t go, I need it!” She shouted loudly now, forgetting to think the thoughts, scared to see it go without giving her the power over shadows.

As soon as she said it, she regretted her decision, the cloud shot out and engulfed her. No warning, no time to attack or get away. The cold tore into her skin and encompassed her, nearly drowning her, seeping into every inch of her being as if it intended nothing less than to replace her. Trying to scream was a failure, her voice a cobwebbed echo in her head. And just as she thought she might actually be dying, it stopped. Simply was gone, nearly as if nothing had touched her. Something felt different, but the room was light again, she could feel the normal cool tides around her. Checking out her tentacles, she seemed to be a slightly different color, as if an ebony hue had invaded her beautiful turquoise gemmed skin, but even worse, she saw her parents at the doorway.

Haraka wasn’t sure if it was fear or anger in their eyes. “Haraka, what have done?” they gasped in disbelief. She couldn’t answer, she didn’t know, she tried to slide to the floor and away from their stares. “I don’t know,” she started, but as she pushed back from the bed, her fear overwhelmed her, her mind began racing with what her parents might say, or worse do, and with that fear rising something else began to happen, the room grew dark.

The darkness began to frighten her, and it became even darker, but she could see, she could still see everything. The darkness was there, she could see it too, and her parents could not see her, but everything was clear as day. Her parents called to her to come out, demanded she stop the darkness, but Haraka simply slipped through the little opening in her ceiling. She had somewhere very important to go.

A Perfect Little Conk

Jalenka lived with her mother and father, who looked over and cared for all the Merfolk and sea animals of Quas’Ka. Generally, the sea was peaceful and she spent nearly every day out and about, visiting the koi, collecting sea shells, and singing to the coral. Every day was a magical day, but today was especially beautiful and magical because she was finally to be married on the next morning. Having spent the entire day letting her sisters experiment with her hair and reciting her vows to her mother, she had not had enough time to collect the perfect little conk to give to her soon be husband.

He was a gentle merman, and they had been friends since they were quite young. Almion’s family lived a little too far away for Jalenka’s liking, but it was as peaceful and beautiful there as it was at home. She was also very concerned about how much she would miss her sisters. Still, she was out after dark to find the gift that showed how happy she was to be united with her childhood love.

As the sun was fading from the ocean floor, it began to come to life with glowing plants, mostly coral. She wandered through it hoping it would light enough to see, but hadn’t had much luck. Then, she noticed something odd, just at the top of the hill, it was a patch that had no glow, no light, just dark. Pausing she considered what her father had once said, “A lack of light is a patch of dark with secrets and should be avoided”. There were always scary stories about the darkness, but Jalenka had never found them to be true. So, she headed for that little patch of darkness, maybe this was where the perfect conk would be.

She flowed over the sand and past the coral, her mind conjuring up a perfect ebony conk, small little sparkling white in the mouth and barely perceivable brown and gold spots. Her fingers brushed through the kelp and into the darkness was more of it grabbing a hold of her and sucking her in, she squeaked, it was cold, and something else was there too.

“Jalenka,” came a raspy whisper.

“Hello? Whose there?” she answered, trying to back out of the darkness, just to have it continue to follow her.

“I...” Haraka didn’t know what to say, she wanted... wanted something, “I love you!” she suddenly blurted out.

Jalenka didn’t run, but the strange proclamation scared her worse than how the cold darkness was seeping into her. “I don’t know you,” she whispered and her fear was causing tears to drip down her cheeks.

“You come out here everyday for seashells, I have watched you for so long...” Haraka answered, moving closer to look at the tears. “Your eyes are even more blue than I realized.”

Jalenka couldn’t hold back, blurry yellow eyes appeared barely inches from her own, and a shrill broke from her lungs. Piercing scream that broke through the darkness, traveling to what she hoped was her family, her sisters, anyone.

“NO!” Haraka screamed in return, wrapping her tentacles around the little mermaid. “You mustn’t call them, they kill our kind!” One tentacle wrapped around her face, covering her mouth, and Haraka started swimming backwards, as fast as she cold, dragging a squirming - struggling Jalenka behind her.

Haraka thought she could hear the sounds of the mermen, their clanking armor made from some combination of bones or shells. She swam faster and faster, past her home and into the In’Dra Cave. She knew no one would follow, she didn’t notice, not over the loud pounding of her own heart and the rush of blood throughout her body, that the little body she dragged along with her had stopped struggling. Jalenka wasn’t moving at all when Haraka stopped, and she might have noticed sooner, but she anxiously checked the cavern for other creatures that might find her. It was then that she let the darkness fade away and she sat the limp body of Jalenka down.

“Jalenka, wake up,” she whispered. “Jalenka?” she pushed gently on the mermaid with her tentacle, but she still didn’t move. “Wake up!” She cried out anxiously, “Wake up!”

Still, her blonde hair lay around her, a small strand over her face. The suction from Haraka’s tentacle had left horrible marks over the girl’s face, her nose, her mouth. It was then that Haraka realized her mistake, “no” she whispered. She tried to press on the mermaid’s chest “breath, please breath”.

It was some time before Haraka realized she could do nothing to change this situation, still she didn’t leave the cave. The stress of the entire day caused her to eventually fall asleep over Jalenka’s body, her tears and sniffles covering the mermaid.

It was sometime after dark when Haraka felt a movement under her, ever so slight, and at first she thought it might have been a dream. She sat up, wondering who could even sleep if they had killed the only person they had ever loved. Then it happened again, Jalenka’s sunken and deflated body moved, her hand, just slightly away from her body.

“Jalenka, please, please open your eyes, please don’t be dead, I love you, I can’t live without you.” She put just the tip of her two tentacles on either side of her face, and slowly, ever so gently, placed a kiss on Jalenka’s soft lips with her beak.

Jalenka’s eyes began to open, and a smile started to break across Haraka’s face, but only for an instance. As Jalenka’s eyes opened there was something strange about them. Her eyes were no longer blue, a strange red and green ran through them. The spark that made Jalenka so special, was gone, replaced by a dull glow.

Haraka didn’t know what to do, she stared, just stared at the once beautiful mermaid she had always loved. She never tried to pull away as Jalenka took hold of a tentacle and tore a chunk out of it. She never cried out, she never fought, as she was consumed, by the mermaid, or that is the story. Jalenka was spotted by a number of fisherman and merfolk over the years, usually her body decaying and some poor sea animal in her mouth, but Haraka had never been seen again. Due to the decay and eating of meat, Jalenka was named monster, or Rai’Jalenka. Some say that it was good Haraka never came back. she too being named monster. Her parents had shared the story of their daughter before the worst of the worst could come to pass.

See, the story is that when Haraka agreed to the darkness, she cursed all of the Vasqui to inky darkness and an endless hunger for blood. It was that single act of selfishness that created the truth of the tales of the vampire squids.

Zombiesm Amongst Merfolk

No other origin stories exist for zombies in Ke’Tenango, but other zombies have been reported in the histories. Usually, the suspect is a lone and lost merman or mermaid who has come across the Rai’Jalenka. Some stories also say that Rai’Haraka is out in the darkness, capable of the same things as Jalenka, but never any reports. To this day, the Vasqui have not regained their true sentience and mindlessly eat, hiding in their inky grey darkness to overtake unsuspecting prey.

Due to the lack of evidence regarding zombies in Ke’Tenango, no cure was ever developed, nor has a method of killing them been embraced. Generally, Ke’Tenango will not fight any creatures, and has relied heavily on the support of fellow worlds, Ik’inHa and La’Jin to keep them safe.

Ik’in Ha History of Zombies

Submitted by the IFME (Intergalatic Foundation of Magical Entities)

Zombies have a limited recorded history in Ik’in Ha, having only existed in historical legends and scary stories told by camp fires. Most legends have only an idea that they had occurred prior to 2,000 BRH (Before Recorded History), based on other key elements in the story or evidence as discovered by the IFS-Archeological teams in more recent years. The following are the legends and lore of zombie activities in stories from the residents of Ik’in Ha.

Dark’in Minions

Ik’in Ha was a small bubble, blown into existence by the Light of Trigan and her sister Atori. Together, they would wander the Meadow of the heavens picking flowers and blowing bubbles for many hours every day. Marveling at the little bubbles would allow their imaginations to run wild, and special bubbles received Mahauto, the spark of life and endurance, and allowed to float in the Pond of Stars. Over many years, the bubbles in the pond multiplied, filling the girls with joy. Each year, the girls grew older and older, and one day, their visits to the Pond of Stars slowed.

As each girl went off into the universe to explore their maturity, the Meadow continued to evolve and the Pond of Stars enveloped and protected the little bubbles of life. Sentience grew in the bubbles, forming worlds of their very own. For what seemed like centuries (to the worlds of the little bubbles), there was freedom to evolve and grow, and honor the light and endurance of Mahauto, gifted from the two special sisters.

The Meadow grew too, and from time to time the creatures of the Meadow would look in on the beautiful bubbles, offering protection and guidance. The Elk, the Deer, the Rabbit, the Mouse, and many others. However, much like all meadows, there are forces that seek its destruction and demise. One such creature was the Dark’in, a tall creature, walking on only two legs, filled with darkness and disdain for the beauty of the Meadow and the light in the Pond of Stars.

While the Dark’in was not the only misguided or filled with hate creature to ever wander upon the Meadow, a special type of evil was unleashed with its appearance. Dark’in approached the creatures of the Meadow, demanded that the trees be taken away, the pond to be drained, and the cold hard rocks of his home be allowed to replace the magic of the Meadow. The creatures of the Meadow would have none of it, and forced the Dark’in to leave. However, Dark’in would not go without leaving a piece of itself behind. In anger and frustration with the Meadow, the Dark’in released a fog of smoke that darkened the Meadow, and with the touch of a single finger, a small trail of black forced its way through the grass and invaded the Pond of Stars.

Although the Sisters would come and restore the Meadow, with the help of the other creatures, the black trail had seeped through the Pond of Stars. Nearly ever bubble within the pond would eventually have just a slight stain of black, and worse was that some bubbles would become completely black. The Sisters sent avatars into the Pond, into the bubbles, and tried to save the life within, bringing with them Mahauto to bestow upon the worthy.

Ik’in Ha had little of the black and was hence called the Darkness, which is what it was called once it began entering the bubbles. In the beginning, it infected a the magical council of imps, who were, at that time, seeking to engage in relationships with the nearby bubbles of life. While the preparations were occurring, a single molecule of the Darkness infected the portal, opening it to the fully infected planet of Orcs (see History of Orcs: Vol. 2). Which would further spread the Black throughout Ik’in Ha.

Lore and spoken history identifies a situation of zombies that appeared to have occurred in approximately 5256 BRH. During this time, Ik’in Ha was made up of three primary tribes, each of which managed affairs quite independently of each other. Additionally, there was full travel between Ik’in Ha and Ke’ Tenango, likely resulting in the shared origins of the zombies. In this case, the zombies are recognized as a magical interference with death, created by purposeful implementation of the Darkness.

Queen Hali’ka had given birth to only one child, having lost her husband shortly after their first child’s birth, due to complications of an illness. She had chosen to dedicate her entire life to the child, took no new husband, and though she cared deeply for her people, always focused on her child, Nika’ka. As Nika’ka reached his teen years, he became distressed by his mother’s constant fawning over him, and her endless fears that kept him in the meadow and near to her. He wanted his freedom, wanted to run through the woods, the nearby falls, and explore other worlds.

Eventually, Nika’ka would escape the tight reigns of his mother, and create a portal to Yorik, home to volcanoes and stone basiliks of the likes none of Ik’in Ha had ever seen. During his very first visit, he was bitten, and though he managed to return home, no one had a cure for his condition. As Queen Hali’ka collapsed to the floor, holding her dying son, she called upon any forces that would assist her. The Dark Imp, Malimor came to answer her cries. The Queen’s people ran screaming for soldiers, but Hali’ka begged and pleaded with the creature. “Either take my life or heal that of my son’s,” she cried.

Malimor grinned, a dark evil grin that would have made any person with their facilities intact refrain from continuing, but Queen Hali’ka had none left. Her mind drowned in despair, her eyes blurry with tears, she continued to beg and plead the same, a mantra that she could not let go, “Either take my life or heal my son”. She rocked back and forth with the teen in her arms. Darkness flowed from the creatures hands, engulfing the room and forcing out all who remained or tried to enter. A terrifying scream came from where the three were wrapped in the shadows. And, as suddenly as it had all begun, the darkness was gone, the imp was gone, and Queen Hali’ka sobbed quietly while holding her son.

Soldiers burst into the room, surrounding their queen, weapons drawn and seeking the intruder. A quiet moan turned all eyes to the boy, he twisted slightly under the weight of his mother, his eyes opening to expose a green haze. Sitting up the Queen cheered, praising that her son did live, she bent forward to bring him into her arms, and though she did not see it, the rest of the room did.

As she pulled the boy close to her, soldiers and royals began to back up. Nika’ka was not Nika’ka, something was, wrong. The heavy feel in the air, the glow in his eyes, some of the royals even emptied the contents of their stomachs at the sight. While most were addressing the rising flight instinct, the boy hugged his mother tight, opened his mouth and bite her cheek, taking away a huge chunk of flesh while she screamed.

The room erupted into chaos. Screaming royals and soldiers, many having lost most of their bodily functions, other raising weapons as they backed away from the scene in the middle of the room. Although some escaped with their lives that day, many went missing completely. Rumors would say that the boy, his mother, and many of the soldiers had escaped into deep caverns, as their bodies were never found. Most reports state that later dead bodies, void of their organs and brains, would be found around the abandoned castle. However, none of the missing were ever seen again, and the castle was abandoned to become overgrown.

Other stories of zombies in Ik’in Ha follow the logic that they are the original members of this group. In 2795 BRH, a small town on the outskirts of Ik’in Ha, bordering the newly combined Ke’Tenango, there were reports of having seen Nika’ka, and his mother. Following the reports, an outbreak of a missing residents, and residents behaving as zombies occurred. Typically, the missing residents were random individuals who were reportedly out during late night hours, when the town was at its darkest hours. A few weeks later, a few of the town’s folks would escape to the nearby Town of Water, reporting that none of the other residents remained, only crazed creatures that looked like the other residents but were biting and eating anyone they came into contact with and reportedly the town had filled with black fog.

The arrivals to the Town of Water were delirious, suffering from lack of sleep, dehydration, and some sort of shared psychosis that was never explained. The town never had people in it again and the legends were carried throughout Ik’in Ha. Later, even in current times, stories of zombies typically refer directly to Nika’ka, and that he will come while you sleep. Nika’ka punishes “bad” children by making them kill and eat their family. Other legends say that the Queen remained aware of all the things that happened, punished by watching her son kill and infect all those he came in contact with.

Descriptions of zombies from Ik’in Ha involve people, near death, experiencing being brought back to life by the Black, specifically, Nika’Ka or Imps. Following their return to life, they hunger for companions. To create companions in the after-life condition, they bite others. Typically, the zombies can only reside in the dark, tend towards living in underground caverns, and come up every so often to gain new followers and feed on living organs and brains. No cure was ever developed and no active hunters for the zombies have been reported.

Zombies exist in nearly all civilizations throughout the known galaxies, including in long lost civilizations and worlds, as recorded from evidence uncovered by the Intergalactic Foundation of Scientists - Archeological Division.

The following chapters are a collection of the varied research gathered from numerous sources, focusing primarily on the lore associated around zombies or creatures capable of creating zombies. In this introduction, I will first endeavor to provide a clear definition of the types of zombies recognized by the IFS and when zombie encounters should be referred to the IFS Medical Division or Galactic Authorities.

IFS Definition of a Zombie:

Organisms acting in a greatly aberrant behavior, with little to no recognizable cognitive response to the behavior, or acting in response to control outside of the organisms’ own control, is described as zombiesm.

Recognized zombiesm is found to be a direct result of viruses, bacteria, VX class organisms, PTL devices, and brain damage.

At this time, the IFS can neither confirm nor disprove the validity of claims suggesting celestial or magical interference, involvement, or creation of zombies in any form or having existed in scientifically evidenced history.

Viruses

A number of viruses have been found throughout the Galactic Council’s range of research, which may directly impair cognitive behavior and create aberrant behavior. Viruses in the IN70B range typically cause swelling in A1 creatures (including all creatures recognized as humanoid, mammalian, neo-terta reptiles, and others), where the swelling impairs the frontal and parietal lobes, creates excessive amounts of ghrelin, and may increase the electrical output of the host body, imitating life and causing movement, after the death of the host.

Other known viruses tend to be mutations outside of IN70B range viruses and do little more than cause levels of comatose, paralysis, or simply decreased ability of the host to access executive function overrides to behavior. These cases tend away from the behavior of eating other living creatures.

Cases of IN70B viruses should be reported to the IFS Medical Division immediately, and quarantine of the population is required.

Bacteria

All planets, throughout galactic records, contain any number of bacteria types that may act upon a creature and create zombiesm behavior. Most typically, these types of behavior exclude the act of eating other living creatures. In the cases of the NZ types of bacteria, which may result in low iron and increased behavior towards raw meats (only in A1 creatures), a number of treatments for both victims and planets infected have been developed. Please see Vol. 8 for treatments and recommendations.

Cases of NZ bacteria, please notify the IFS Medical Division and restrict all travel from and to the planet.

VX Class Organisms

Mutations of a variety of different creatures, throughout the galaxies, allow for psychically enhanced behavior that includes a number of documented cases in areas of psychic communication or control of other organisms. Two types of outer manipulation are documented, chemical or hormonal domination (CHD) and frequency intrusion (FI).

Chemical or hormonal domination (CHD) of another organism is known as occurring in a variety of different species, typically related to mating or parental bonding. However, some creatures have developed or have an aptitude for creating chemicals or hormones that directly influence others in a different manner, such as acting in aberrant ways or increasing the production of ghrelin in another creature. Most of this behavior is instinctive and rarely results in true zombiesm. The presence, ownership, or acquisition of a VX CHD class organism is illegal unless managed under the IFS Genetics division.

Frequency intrusion (FI) is a genetically enhanced method of interacting with other creatures, found primarily in L7 class organisms and rarely as a mutation in other classes. The majority of non-L7 class FI organisms are a direct result of genetic mutation or interference. All non-L7 class FI organisms must be reported directly to local and galactic authorities for investigation.

PTL Devices

Parlecpt Tra’ Lancer (PTL) Devices are named for the original scientist to develop a non-living resource for mind control. PTL devices were originally intended to improve communication between soldiers or other large groups needing to act in a more cooperative or synchronized behavior. When the original device was developed, it restricted ability to interact to A1 creatures and operated in a simple process of expanded brainwave frequencies that shared ideas in the range Beta and Gamma frequencies. However, it was quickly found to be modifiable, and the minimal gain in interaction or cooperative behavior was found to be largely outweighed by the greater risk to large populations resulting from transferring to ranges outside of intellect and perception. Further, not all A1, or other, creatures responded well to the interaction occurring from the PTL.

In all cases, discovery of a PTL device or PTL symptoms, must be reported to galactic authorities. Ownership, acquisition, or development of a PTL device is strictly forbidden and constituents a deviation from all galactic agreements, treaties, and established laws and regulations on furtherment of psychological research.

Brain Damage

Finally, brain damage may cause behaviors that imitate that of zombiesm. In all cases, brain damage should be ruled out first, as this type of zombie behavior does not require quarantine and should result in appropriate medical treatment of the patient. Please assure that the individual has not been previously injured, exposed to a PTL device, or in contact with a VX Class organism.

The following chapters are lore regarding the history of zombies in a variety of locations.

What happens when an ancient cosmic corruption, whispered about in Merfolk legends, meets a modern scientist trying to hit a deadline? You get Monroeville.

This section is a collection of “found data-pads” from across the Dragonsworn universe. You’ll find the mythic origins of the “Black” from the worlds of Ik’in Ha and Ke’Tenango, alongside classified IFS genetic reports and the gritty, ground-level journals of those surviving the Monroeville outbreak.

Some of these stories are complete; others are fragments of a larger mystery still being investigated by the Galactic Alliance. Whether you’re here for the speculative sci-fi, the dark fantasy of ancient curses, or the high-stakes heist of a magic rug named Penso, these archives are yours to explore.

Note on the Archives: These records begin as fun stories developed for SecondLife Arcs, and may be continued where they will be AI-assisted and often compiled in a turn-based collaborative format. Depending on the current stability of the galactic feed (and my own mood), you may see these stories evolve through interactive prompts and digital synthesis.

The truth is out there, tucked between the genetic code and the star-charts. Are you ready to find it?

From the Dragonsworn Vault: > This is a partial story/fragment from my ongoing archives. I’m sharing these glimpses into the multiverse as I build them out. Follow along to see where the threads lead!

History tells of a troubled relationship between ancient Egypt and Persia, largely resulting from the historical jealousy of Persian rulers at the richness of Egypt that rivaled their own. Persian traders and textile merchants gladly interacted with Egypt on many occasions, after all, a customer is a customer. Egypt, Babylonia and Egypt, reigning powers off the Mediterranean Sea, and throughout history creating foundations for trading habits that we share in the modern world. Stories were shared, and merchants, they were as creative as any period in history at working to pass their wares on to new owners. How much of the story following is true? Well, it seemed very true to the individuals in the story, you will have to decide if you agree.

It was late, the number of stops he had made with his collection of rugs and tapestries had hardly been as successful as he had hoped, and the little secret hiding under the box of supplies had yet to be found a new home. He tugged at his robes, silently cursing the guide who had guaranteed his joining the caravan would result in a complete depletion of his wares. If he didn’t find customers to purchase his wares soon, he would be forced to return home with little more than enough to survive. New supplies would be limited, and his wife would be largely annoyed, particularly if the golden and jaded rug remained in his possession.

The camel complained alongside him, they were finally reaching another city, it seemed smaller from the distance, but a brightly lit, larger building, nearly glowing from this distance, gave a touch of hope to the merchant. Each step the caravan moved through the dunes towards the buildings.

The Approach

The “glowing” building was not made of sun-drenched limestone like the others; it was clad in polished white Tura casing stones that caught the rising moon, making it look like a fallen star resting on the riverbank. Zamir pulled the lead of his camel, a stubborn beast he called Hammam, who seemed to sense his master’s trepidation regarding the secret under the supply box.

“Steady, Hammam,” Zamir hissed, his voice cracking from the dust. “If the priests here have an eye for the unusual, we might both eat something better than dried dates tonight.”

As the caravan slowed at the city’s perimeter, a group of Egyptian officials, draped in fine pleated linen that made Zamir’s own travel-stained robes look like rags, stepped forward with torches. They weren’t looking for spices or common wool. They were looking for the “Persian Luxuries” that the guide had promised.

One official, a man with a shaved head and a heavy kohl-lined gaze, stopped directly in front of Zamir’s camel. He didn’t look at the tapestries hanging off the sides. He looked straight at the wooden supply box.

“The wind from the East carries a scent tonight, Persian,” the official said, his voice smooth as silk. “It smells of old cedar and... something else. Something heavy.”

Zamir felt his heart hammer against his ribs. The “golden and jaded rug” was not just a merchant’s burden; it was a piece of craftsmanship that technically shouldn’t exist—a blend of styles that whispered of stolen secrets.