Hey everyone, as you may know I'm sort of obsessed with the Assassins Creed series. So I've been planning on writing an Assassins' Creed fic for quite some time... however, I didn't know what time period to put it in. Until now.
This fic will primarily be set in the WWII era, specifically the battle in North Africa (Which began with the Allied Operation Torch on November 8th, 1942). Don't worry, you don't need to know all the military history to follow the story because I'll be changing some details for the sake of the story. (What I won't be changing is how these battles were fought)
I would suggest having some background knowledge of the Assassins' Creed universe before reading, but I'll give a quick summary here.
The protagonists of the tale are the Assassins' Brotherhood. Their goal is to preserve free will for humanity. The villains are the Knights Templar. Their goal is to gain world domination using the Pieces of Eden and create an orderly society by taking away free will. The Pieces of Eden are artifacts of god-like power that can manipulate the minds of man. These artifacts are responsible for all of the known world's religious beliefs.
This battle has continued into the modern day, with no end in sight.
Now, you will encounter a device known as the Animus in the first chapter. This device allows a person to live the memories of an ancestor through their genetic memories. However, they can still communicate with the person operating the Animus, who is outside of the memory.
Table of Contents:
Prologue: Who am I? (this post)
Prologue: Who am I?
March 13th, 2013
A young woman was typing rapidly on a keyboard as she frowned at the monitor sitting a few inches to her left. She had short black hair and she was wearing a pair of bulky white headphones. Something was wrong.
"Shaun! Lucy!" Rebecca Crane shouted to her fellow Assassins. "Desmond is showing brain activity... but..." Rebecca slid her chair over to the white operating table. Lying on the table was a man wearing a white hooded sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans. On the left side of his lip was a small white scar.
"But what Rebecca!" The blonde haired woman who had been on the phone screamed. She ran over to Desmond and brushed his black hair gently away from his eyes. She began whispering something that no one else could hear.
"He's showing brain activity that is comparable to when one is in the Animus." Rebecca said softly. "He's slipping into the memories of one of his ancestors."
"Plug him into the Animus then!" Shaun Hastings began to take control of the situation. "We'll need to be able to communicate with him!"
December 25th, 1942
"What... where am I?" The voice came from a man clothed in desert camouflage attire. He stood up shakily and he realized that he had been resting against the whitewashed front wall of an expansive estate. There were gardens spreading out far into the distance and one could smell the salt water. He was near the ocean.
"Desmond!" Hearing the familiar voice of Rebecca was an instant source of relief. "We've got you plugged into the Animus, but we still don't know where you are." She admitted. "What can you tell us?" Desmond looked around for a moment.
"Well, I'm wearing what appears to be desert camo... I've got an old looking rifle strapped to my back... two throwing knives in each boot... two hidden blades with hidden revolver attachments... well I'm clearly dressed for combat." Desmond remarked. "Wait... I hear voices... French..."
"Desmond!" Shaun was speaking now. "You're in your great-grandfather James's genetic memory. You're currently in North Africa and it's the middle of World War Two... give me one second." He typed in a few commands. "There, now you can deal with everyone speaking French."
Desmond would have liked to respond but he was currently looking down the barrels of four rifles. And the men on the other side of said barrels did not seem pleased with his presence.
I know this is short, but I just wanted to set the stage. We'll find out more about Desmond's great-grandfather in the next installment of The Greatest Generation