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“RIFT”Continuation
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R I F T

The world came to a grinding halt when multiple reality rifts began to randomly surface on earth, all leading to another universe, a whole new magical world where science and the laws of physics weren't as strict. Thymiscara was a vast and expansive world of wonders. Unpolluted by human negligence or corruption, it's wildlife and natural habitats thrived alongside it's abundance of rich natural resources and minerals. Home to multiple feudal medieval kingdoms and imperialistic empires, it was a politically complex and dynamic landscape. a melting pot of cultures of different species and races that never seemed to have progressed past the 15th century.

OPERATION: PIERCING SHADE.

The United States was the first to enter and make contact within the rift while the world watched closely. The US government capitalized on the opportunity, establishing a base of operations in under a week within the surrounding rift, FOB "MIDAS". Later forming diplomatic relations with a ruling kingdom in the area "Leonhardt". It wasn't long before talks of strange foreigners from another word began to spread like wildfire, American influence was already starting to spread. A few weeks would pass before another rift would tear open in the Siberian wilderness, The Russian Federation itching to explore for themselves, didn't waste any time to jump at the chance to send in forces of their own into this mysterious new world.

Katya was among the few hand selected for extremely high risk missions. Tasked with leading a small reconnaissance element on foot deep into the region to Investigate, Her orders to observe and study the political, cultural and geographical landscape of the Thymiscaran Continent, Tasked with also performing reconnaissance on the US FOB recently established in the region. Once they enter they will be on their own and cut off from contact, As far as the russian government's concerned they were never there.

BACKSTORY

Katya Yazavita grew up in a two room flat that smelled of steel pipes and peeled off paint and a hint of boiled potatoes, tucked into one of the many old soviet blocks outside St. Petersburg. Her father worked long hours at a factory that hadn't been properly funded since the collapse. He drank a lot and when he was home, he didn't say much unless it was to discipline her, and when he did, it usually came with the back of his hand. Her mother disappeared before Katya could remember the shape of her face. Maybe she left maybe she died, Nobody ever said anything.

Being a bright child since birth, she was gifted with a vivid and wild imagination. she was prone to drawing strange castles and rainbow breathing dragons in the margins of old math books, Naturally curious she asked the teachers and her dad questions about everything constantly. But without anyone to nurture the spark, the colour began to drain from her world, dulled by the grey washed out monotonous rows of tightly cramped soviet blocks she lived in. Her father taught her how to survive, How to stand your ground, read a room before walking into it, how to swing first and mean it. It was tough love, but never really love.

Before she even turned sixteen she was expelled from school, "constant violent fistfights and failing grades". This time she didn't wait to see her dad again, She ran away from home eventually settling down in the streets until crime found her, By seventeen she was sleeping in basements and boiler rooms, running errands for low level criminals in exchange for warm food and a mattress. That's when she found the Brigades. They liked that she didn't talk much. She was tough and She did what was asked, and never once hesitated. It started with small jobs. Boosting cars, running packages across districts. Then came the heavier work, collections, intimidation, racketeering, loan sharking, battery, arsons. By her early twenties, she already had a name. And by then it was too late to turn back.

Five years on the streets earning her place climbing the ladder of the criminal world. Prison came as no surprise. She was picked up during a violent crack down after a few attorneys and a lawyer was wacked. Without any trial she was thrown behind bars with the rest of the brigade. Considered too dangerous for the women's section they transferred her to the men's and at first she survived then she started to thrive. The Brigades had connections inside, they welcomed her back like nothing had changed but she didn't warm to it. It all felt meaningless to her, she wanted out of the lifestyle, wanted to do something with her life and her failed career. She cleaned her self up and began working on herself again and she served her time. The ink on her skin faded, years served, men buried, dues paid and with that men in green suits came knocking and made her an offer she can't refuse. "Join the army and earn your freedom or rot here" and with that she did.

The first few months in bootcamp was rocky at first, she broke the nose of her NCO which almost landed her in the brig. But she eventually learned to adapt, She passed the physical endurance tests with flying colours, Also scoring high on her marksmanship tests. Her mind was sharp as well scoring high marks again in Tactical theory and Leadership. it wasn't long until she started to catch somebody's attention.

When the Foreign Intelligence Service (SVR) offered her discreetly, she gladly accepted. wanting to follow in the footsteps of her late shadowy grandfather who served in the Soviet-Afghan war with VYMPEL. She joined an even more obscure unit than his, "ZASLON" It didn't exist on paper, She found herself in places like Crimea and The Donbas, then the valleys of Syria. Operations so deeply classified that half the time even she didn't know where she was shipped off to but she always finished the mission. She quickly earned the nick name "Bandit" because of her criminal past and her sharp wit, she naturally clashed with similar nameless western agencies of the same scope. often with both sides of the government not acknowledging their existence

On paper she was kicking ass and she was but inside she found herself having the same dreams again and again. Being a pampered royal brat in a massive castle, within a fantastical world with colours that were as vivid and bright as the ones she saw when she was younger, It all seemed silly but underneath it was the result of a long vine of trauma and neglect rooted into her childhood.

Eventually she always woke up to the sight of her dusty ceiling fan inside her small 2 room apartment, sweaty and sprawled out on the couch with a Tolkien novel on her lap and empty bottles on the carpet. It all seemed hopeless again. Then one day, a strange notification from her handler popped up on the burner phone. no info nor context. coordinates. Siberia? She'd seen strange but this one made her scratch her head, regardless she packed up and booked a flight to Novosibirsk anyway.

MISC

Sorry for my horrendous upload schedule. 👹

Medieval bots coming next.

Art credits:

K0NG_ - “Vityaz with Banditchan”.

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