A Whateley Academy Story

Glyph 3: Ink in her Veins

By Morpheus

Part 3

Thursday morning, Oct 6th, 2016

I was in my first period Power Theory class, where I was surrounded by a lot of my friends. Last night, I’d told the ones in Poe about what had happened with Esquire, and this morning during breakfast, I’d repeated the story for nearly everyone else. Now, I was having to tell the story for a third time, for Janine.

“What?” Janine gasped, staring at me in horror. “He really attacked you?”

“He started to,” I responded with a sigh. “If Golden Lion hadn’t been there, things might have gotten…messy.”

“I’ve heard about him,” Vic said. He sat several seats away but was close enough to hear us talking. “Apparently, he’s some big man over in Emerson.”

“Why would he be in Emerson?” Laura asked, giving Vic a curious look. “I didn’t think they put anyone with GSD over there.”

“Yeah,” Morgana added with a smirk. “But he has the ‘pretty’ kind of GSD.”

“And rumor around Twain is that he greased a few palms,” Vic added wryly. Then he shrugged. “Admittedly, the rumors are mostly from kids with GSD, who just MIGHT be a touch jealous.”

“But what about Esquire?” Janine asked, giving me a worried look. “If the Bad Seeds declared war on you for not joining…”

“Not all of them,” I corrected her with a sigh. “Just Esquire. In fact, I have it on good authority, that the rest of the Seeds are keeping their noses out of it.”

Morgana grinned at that. “Then all the better. If all of us go after him…”

“Then the Seeds would probably decide to get involved,” I pointed out grimly. “Right now, it’s between me and him, but if all of you got involved…”

Jayden 4

Code Whateley: Jayden of the Rebellion

By Crazy Minh

In anticipation for Code Geass: Lelouch of the Resurrection (coming April 2018)

Hi. My name is Jayden Reynolds, and I’m a mutant. I suppose you already knew that, seeing as you had the guts to poke your nose into my private vlogs, but meh, not as if I have much to say that would be interesting to a big-nosed drekbag like yourself.

On that note, you have around 55 second to leave the room now before my computer immobilises your arse and calls security. Failing that, you have a additional two seconds to have your life flash before your eyes before you are unceremoniously shot by me, as I enter the room you are in, and shoot you in the face.

However, if you are me (or a alternate version of myself with the same admin password, DNA, voiceprint, BMI, biosignature, thought patterns and appearance) then Congrats!!! You earn a cookie. <Nom>. Ahh... that was a nice cookie.

Anyway, this is my first person account of the events pertaining to, and leading up to my training team’s first official sim match. Listen carefully children…listen.

A Whateley Academy Tale

And all who sail in her!

by Phoenix Spiritus

Sunday Morning, September 9th 2007
Holographic Simulation Center, Whateley Academy

"I am Super Girl!"

Mule glared at the blue and red flying bundle of joy as he came into the Sim debriefing room. The small flying miniature Nikki had been a major pain in the ass to contain, it's very existence in the Sim coming as a complete and utter surprise. It had single-handedly almost cost them the win, not to mention been heavily involved in the surprise trap that had removed him from the Sim.

"What is that!" he growled pointing.

Hank gave him an apologetic look. "Ah, that's my brownie, Leanne," he admitted.

"It's Hank's House Elf!" Jade proclaimed excitedly.

Author’s note: Sorry about the wait for this chapter; been busy with other things over the Christmas holiday. Also, ignore the ‘call to arms’ from the previous chapter: got my knuckles rapped by the mods about that. Sorry guys!!! Anyways, enjoy part 4/4 of WoW!!!

 Jayden 3

Whateley of Warcraft Part 4 of 4

By Crazy Minh

When I got back to my bedroom that evening for the clan meeting, I managed not to smile to hard when I found Biskit trying to hack my computer. He had his paw hovering above the keyboard, and a cluster of black wires branching down into the gaps between the keys. He didn’t see, or hear me come in, and I watched for a bit as he struggled to hack the complex encryption of my Laptop.

“Biskit…what are you doing???”

He jumped, inadvertently opening my email as he did, and quickly retracted the wires that were connecting him to my computer.

“I’m very sorry,” said the small robot, looking down in what I assumed to be his apologetic expression. Even though he was programmed with dog expressions to make it easier to understand what he was expressing, he obviously had done some recoding. I prayed to whatever gods may or may not exist in this dimension that I hadn’t inadvertently created Skynet or the beginnings of a Borg Collective. Robots reprogramming themselves is not usually a good thing in any circumstance.

A Whateley Academy Story

The Evil That Men Do

by

E. E. Nalley

They say, when you gain a lover
You begin to lose a friend;
That the end of the beginning's
The beginning of the end.
They say the moment that you're born
Is when you start to die...
Roger Whittaker, The First Hello, The Last Goodbye

Prologue

October 8th, 2007
Action Tactical, Inc. headquarters, Blue Ridge Mountains

“Good morning, Gentlemen,” Mr Lewis greeted as he entered the room, pausing to place his cellphone in the lockout box by the door as he did so. It was standard procedure for working with the black bag team; any electronics were put into the shielded locker which acted as a Faraday box. Any notes needed were taken on paper and destroyed with strict attention to detail, but mostly these employees depended on their memories to prioritize what was needed.

It made things much harder to prosecute at a later date that way.