Zodiac: Choices
After an exhaustive search you find a laptop computer stashed inside the ventilation duct.
You hand the hardware to Ione. "What can you make of this?" you ask her.
She takes the laptop in hand and looks it over. "I'm not getting a signal from it. The battery must be dead. She looks around the room until she finds the power cord. She plugs it in and activates the modem. "Okay, I'm in..." she tells you. "Pretty standard fare. Looks like the typical STAR agent's computer... Encrypted up the wazoo, but if you know STAR encryption techniques like the back of your hand, and believe me I do, then it's just a matter of... Jackpot!"
"Ione, what is it?" Mercedes asks.
"Damien Wolfe's digital journal entry reads that they are hunting a god," Ione says with a reserved tone. "A god... Wait... Let me run that through the encryption once again. Okay, yeah... A god, I was right."
"A god?" you ask with skeptic tone.
"Yeah," she nods. "A pagan god. Probably Norse in origin, if their data is correct. My educated guess would be Thor, Norse God of Thunder."
Knox chuckles. "Thor? Seriously? Ione, that's a myth."
"No," she says, shaking her head. "It's serious stuff. The Odic field as we know it was once hundreds, possibly thousands, of different frequencies confined to different biomes and civilizations. It wasn't until the first or second century of the common era that the different fields began to converge and unite into the massive globe-encompassing entity we know today."
"Entity?" asks Knox with a scoff. "Now the Od is alive?"
"Yes," Ione nods her head. "Very much so. Even STAR occult researchers are theorizing that demons were created during this global Odic conquest."
"How is that?" asks Mercy, her Catholic upbringing beginning to surface.
"The different Odic fields all had avatars, pockets of consciousness they created to see to the maintenance of the Odic entity," Ione explained. "These consciousness would appear in a variety of forms. Often immaterial, but other times they would possess a host or vessel to communicate with mortals. We suspect these pocketed consciousnesses were the precursors to the entities we know today as demons... but back then they might've been worshipped as pagan deities."
"Wait," said Mercedes, shaking her head. "Are you telling me that Zeus, Apollo, Hades, Odin, Gilgamesh... and all those could be real?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Ione said with a smile. "If their original field was consumed or hijacked, they could still very well be alive still... Just we'd probably label them as demons now."
"Why would they be demons now?" Mercy asks.
"Without their original Odic frequency, their power would be drained. They'd resort to madness..."
"Madness?" asks Mercedes. "Why would they go mad?"
"Imagine your entire existence being defined for you," Ione explains, "then imagine that you suddenly are severed from the programming that had made up your entire personality. You have free will for the first time. What would you do?"
"I have free will," you say with a shrug. "I don't think it's such a bad thing."
"But you're not a god," Ione counters.
"What makes you the expert on philosophy according to pagan gods?" Mercedes feels the need to ask.
"Anyone else here have an I.Q. higher than their bank balance?"
The room is quiet.
Knox clears his throat. "What if their original field is still fully functional?" asks Knox. "What then? Would they still be around?"
"It's possible," Ione theorizes. "They'd be considerably powerful to have lasted this long unnoticed..."
"I don't know," you say. "This seems alot to take in... but..."
You hand the hardware to Ione. "What can you make of this?" you ask her.
She takes the laptop in hand and looks it over. "I'm not getting a signal from it. The battery must be dead. She looks around the room until she finds the power cord. She plugs it in and activates the modem. "Okay, I'm in..." she tells you. "Pretty standard fare. Looks like the typical STAR agent's computer... Encrypted up the wazoo, but if you know STAR encryption techniques like the back of your hand, and believe me I do, then it's just a matter of... Jackpot!"
"Ione, what is it?" Mercedes asks.
"Damien Wolfe's digital journal entry reads that they are hunting a god," Ione says with a reserved tone. "A god... Wait... Let me run that through the encryption once again. Okay, yeah... A god, I was right."
"A god?" you ask with skeptic tone.
"Yeah," she nods. "A pagan god. Probably Norse in origin, if their data is correct. My educated guess would be Thor, Norse God of Thunder."
Knox chuckles. "Thor? Seriously? Ione, that's a myth."
"No," she says, shaking her head. "It's serious stuff. The Odic field as we know it was once hundreds, possibly thousands, of different frequencies confined to different biomes and civilizations. It wasn't until the first or second century of the common era that the different fields began to converge and unite into the massive globe-encompassing entity we know today."
"Entity?" asks Knox with a scoff. "Now the Od is alive?"
"Yes," Ione nods her head. "Very much so. Even STAR occult researchers are theorizing that demons were created during this global Odic conquest."
"How is that?" asks Mercy, her Catholic upbringing beginning to surface.
"The different Odic fields all had avatars, pockets of consciousness they created to see to the maintenance of the Odic entity," Ione explained. "These consciousness would appear in a variety of forms. Often immaterial, but other times they would possess a host or vessel to communicate with mortals. We suspect these pocketed consciousnesses were the precursors to the entities we know today as demons... but back then they might've been worshipped as pagan deities."
"Wait," said Mercedes, shaking her head. "Are you telling me that Zeus, Apollo, Hades, Odin, Gilgamesh... and all those could be real?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," Ione said with a smile. "If their original field was consumed or hijacked, they could still very well be alive still... Just we'd probably label them as demons now."
"Why would they be demons now?" Mercy asks.
"Without their original Odic frequency, their power would be drained. They'd resort to madness..."
"Madness?" asks Mercedes. "Why would they go mad?"
"Imagine your entire existence being defined for you," Ione explains, "then imagine that you suddenly are severed from the programming that had made up your entire personality. You have free will for the first time. What would you do?"
"I have free will," you say with a shrug. "I don't think it's such a bad thing."
"But you're not a god," Ione counters.
"What makes you the expert on philosophy according to pagan gods?" Mercedes feels the need to ask.
"Anyone else here have an I.Q. higher than their bank balance?"
The room is quiet.
Knox clears his throat. "What if their original field is still fully functional?" asks Knox. "What then? Would they still be around?"
"It's possible," Ione theorizes. "They'd be considerably powerful to have lasted this long unnoticed..."
"I don't know," you say. "This seems alot to take in... but..."