MATURE: - Ongoing The Greatest Generation (An Assassins' Creed Fanfic) - SuBuWriMo

[Hector]

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

 

[Kyuuketsuki]

I love Assassin's Creed too.

But regarding the story, I think you set everything up well, with a good brief introduction to the universe.

As an Assassin's Creed fan, I think you're jumping ahead a bit too much, but that is mostly with me not liking the canon being bent too much. Might contain spoilers from here on: we don't know what happened after 21st Dec 2012, Lucy, Desmond, the Black Room, or the world. It might be just me who is bothered by this, but I'll still see what your interpretation of the series is; it might be interesting.

And a final side note: WWII is kinda generic...

But aside from all that "Kyuujux is sensitive about the canon" stuff, your grammar and flow of the story is really good. Keep it up. Though Shaun did seem a little out of character, which he's in 100% of the time. I'll stop now. *exits*

 

[Hector]

Thanks for reading.

I need to work on writing Shaun better, but the focus of the story isn't on the modern characters.

And yes, the jumping past what we know about canon for the most part is an issue (with Desmond in a coma and Lucy's fate unknown), but I didn't see a place to put the modern-era story in between AC2 and Brotherhood.

WWII is generic because I'm in love with that timeframe. However, I'm writing about the North African campaign, which never gets any love XD

So thanks for reading and hope you stay with it

 

[Kyuuketsuki]

It's fine. Just because I have a problem with that, writer's should do what they want (fanfiction in general violates the canon).

It's because I imagined the series like Pokémon, where you could make original characters and use them. Abstergo has a ton of agents in training, any one of them could be used, but anyway, I'll read on.

 

[Rob Anybody]

I love The Creed. Even got a shirt that came with Revelations. I read and the only complaint I have is listed above in that Shaun is a bit out of character, but other than that I will be waiting for the next chapter with the patience of an assassin

 

[Hector]

Yeah... I can't write Shaun for some reason... good thing he's not showing up for the rest of the fic. Because now that we're in the Animus, it's going be all about James Miles, not Desmond.

 

[Hector]

Okay, before I get into the next chapter, I want to clarify a couple of things.

1. We will be staying in the WWII era for the rest of the fic, which means that James Miles is now the principal character. In fact, we won't be seeing Desmond and the others for a long, long time.

2. As you may have noticed, the fic is taking place in the French territories of North Africa. I won't be doing all of the dialog in French (Je parle francais un peu) because I don't want to use a translator and it would take me a year to write a chapter if I did. So I’ll tell you if James is speaking in French to someone to clarify.



Okay, sorry about that side note. Back to the story.



Chapter One: So I’m Apparently in a Warzone


“Gentlemen, please put the guns down.” I said in nearly perfect French. My accent did betray a slight hint of my education which included two recent years spent at Oxford. “This is all just a misunderstanding.”

“Put your weapons down!” The man on the far left barked at me in a dialect that took me a moment to place. I realized that since I was in North Africa, the French slang was different. “And we’ll take you into custody.”

Custody would present a problem for me however. Because according to the British government, I didn’t exist. In fact, according to every government in the world, I didn’t exist. I had no forms of identification on me and I never carried anything in a wallet besides different currencies. At all times I kept the national currencies of my native UK, the United States, France, Germany, Russia and Japan.

It was time to start sweet talking my way out of the situation. “I am a special agent here on behalf of the British crown and Charles de Gaulle’s Free French movement.” I lied through my teeth. However, this was apparently the wrong thing to say.

All four men rushed me with their weapons drawn. I sighed. I didn’t want to kill them, but I had to for the sake of my mission. I had taken a creed to avoid killing innocents and all these men had done was apparently take some money from the Vichy French regime to take custody of anyone who would resist the Nazi effort.

“I am truly sorry.” I said softly to no one in particular before springing into action. I ducked a blow from the first man to reach me before activating both of my hidden blades and driving them through the man’s throat. Spinning around, I quickly flicked a throwing knife through the second man’s right eye, dropping him before he could even shout.

The two men remaining pointed their guns at me and screamed for me to stop or they would shoot. I did nothing except to hold my hands up and flick my wrists upward. This fired the hidden Colt .45 pistols in both of my bracers and the loud report of the high caliber handguns echoed throughout the gardens. The two men in front of me dropped to the ground without making a sound, identical bullet holes through their foreheads. I moved quickly to pick my throwing knife up and to clean it before replacing it back in the holster on my shoulder. I then looted the four bodies, taking any currencies, documentations and identifications that I found, stashing them away in case I needed them.

However, the minor issue of four dead bodies remained. After all, in no nation on Earth would four murders and two gunshots go unnoticed. Especially since the armies of the Allies hadn’t reached this area of Tunis. There was nothing to do except for run. I did a quick spot check, making sure that I hadn’t gotten any blood on my lightly covered camouflage fatigues. Satisfied that I was clean, I took off running towards the nearby town. I had just slid to the side of a nearby wall when I heard the ringing shouts in French and Arabic, clearly about the killings which I was responsible for.

 

[Kyuuketsuki]

I don't really have much to say about this chapter, as it didn't include much. But I did like the battle scene; quite easy to visualise.

 

[Hector]

Yeah I'm doing an experiment with short chapters for this fic (because I usually write really long ones)

Glad you liked the battle though.

 

[Sarcastically Insane]

Okay, first, I like this so far.

Second, the grammar is the fic's only flaw (Shaun's apparently ooc sentence notwithstanding). A few misplaced commas, a missing semicolon, and starting a sentence with 'and' are what I spotted. I'm pretty sure it's just more obvious to me because of the shorter chapters, but I'd like to point it out as something you could improve on.

Third, the fight scene was really good. I can see it very easily, as Kyuu said. I'd like to see where this is going, as well; as you said, the NA campaign is quite underloved.