May 7, 601 A.S.
Planet Leeds, Mineral Processing Plant
It was completed, and Jacob was posing as his son after his "father" fell ill with a disease. The workers cheered as the last part was put into place and each of them had a few too many drinks that very same night.
That night, Jacob sat by himself looking over a few new schematics when he got a call on his communicator, the call was incoming from the Liberty Navy, the only people who know about his secert.
"Trace Foundations, how can I help you?" he said with perfect tone.
"Mr. Trace, lets cut the introductions shall we?" the voice on the other end said in monotone.
"Is this a secure line?" Jacob replied.
"It is. We have a situation."
"I would say, it's been almost 300 years since the LN or any other Liberty branch has contacted me. What's the problem?"
June 19, 598 A.S.
Planet Manhattan, Liberty Navy "Section 9"
Two Years Prior
"We were informed by our superiors not to contact this number unless we were certain this file was active again." said a young intern.
"Well, we're pretty certain it's active again, the very same reading we got before is beginning to ascert it self in the North Sea, what would you call that?" replied a junior officer.
"A sensor fluke, all I'm saying is verify it's what the sensors say it is before screaming wolf."
"We'll do just that..."
* * *
June 18, 598 A.S
Planet Manhattan, North Sea
15 Miles Below Sea Level
"Say that one more time just so I'm clear." Jacob said to the pacing Navy officer. Over the past 200 years, he had gone through several contacts, because all the other one's died of old age. This one seemed more jittery than the others.
"We believe we have located your brother." he said again.
"He's dead. You mean you're located his body."
"No, we've located him. We're picking up some disturbing readings from the North Sea. Readings that match the signals and readings we got shortly after he was shot down some 200 years ago."
Jacob shook his head. Gabriel had died in that crash, no human or anything else could survive a crash into anything that fast, including water.
"He's got to be dead. Maybe it's just his ship?"
"No, it's a lifesign. The scary part...?
"Is it's wanting out."
* * *
"There is a way out of this ship Templar, find it."
"What? Where...my head..."
"We don't care about your head, find a way out. You're buried underwater...and they're coming for you..."
"No, they're coming for you and the things you've caused me to do."
"What we have done."
The Templar's jaw hung loose and the crazed smile returned just before he began to rip the panels off the interior of his ship.