In these columns, I have always wanted to stay within the journalistic framework. This has never prevented me from expressing my opinions, but no one can ever reproach me for not having done serious research before publishing an article in this newspaper.
I have always avoided personal matters.
But this time, I will depart from this rule.
The subject that will be addressed in the article that follows directly affects my family history as much as the subjects that I started writing here.
At the end of last week, the newsroom was contacted by one of these anonymous people who regularly send us messages supposed to be potential scoops. Generally, after some usual checks, they turn out not to be, and sometimes we discover some pearls, which motivates us to read them all and initiate the necessary investigations in order to verify if the information is indeed as heavy as the messengers foretold.
This time, the message just contained a short message: the images sent as attachments will attract all your attention.
The following two images was attached:
Accompanied by the following sentence: this is not a hermitage, but it could just as well be one.
This alerted us because in French, we write “ermitage” without H, whereas this is the case in english. Perhaps a clue to find the site shown on the pics.
But above all, it is the inscriptions on the tanks and the fronton of the entrance to the base that attracted my attention: INRA.
The last time I heard about the organization was by my father, Maximilian Weaver. And this is where this event has become, in a sense, a personal matter.
From the little my father told me, he would have worked for INRA when he was still very young. The first war against the Thargoids was raging, and my father wanted to make himself useful, so he made a commitment. He was an engineer first and foremost, but he did all the military training required to become an INRA officer.
He was so motivated by this commitment that he even managed to bring with him a fellow student, Dreyfuss. It was he who would later become his partner in business, with the success we know.
After his training as a cadet, once his officer’s braid hung on his uniform, and passed the few usual military missions to validate them, he was directed to an advanced research center where his scientific and technical skills could be fully exploited by the organization.
From what he told me, he would have worked on an agronomic research project based on an inverse engineering of Thargoids artefacts. He never gave me more details than that, or where this research was taking place, or with whom he had worked then.
All he told me was that he had worked enthusiastically on a project to address the problem of undernutrition, and that the team in which he was integrated had achieved convincing results, that a young scientist realized that their discoveries could also be used to destroy the Thargoids. How can we eliminate malnutrition on one side and cause genocide on the other, with the same discovery, has always been something that has questionned me.
However, when he learned that the research results of the team in which he was working were going to be used to develop a weapon of mass destruction, he asked for his transfer to the team that was going to develop this weapon.
I admit that it does not look very much like the image I have of my father. I have always remembered a man full of humanism and high moral values. But he told me that it was in order to be in the front row when the weapon would finally be finalized.
Finally, he subtilized the weapon’s plans, formulas and manufacturing recipes related to genetic engineering that allowed the development of this weapon, which we all know today as “Mycoid Virus”.
Once in possession of all the elements allowing to reproduce the mycoid, he left the INRA and entered the civil one.
No one ever had any suspicion about his theft.
It was several decades later, when he was at the helm of a flourishing company, he approached Alliance companies, told them what he had, and knew how produce an antidote. This is how, he told me when I was still a young man, he developed a mycoid antidote that allowed the Alliance to forge a strong relationship with some Thargoids.
Today, with the perspective that decades gives me, I think that all this could be constitutive of the personal legend that my father wanted to be built.
After all, until now, INRA was a legend, the mycoid virus just as much, and so the first war against the Thargoids.
I quickly contacted Cmdr Aymerix of Wing Atlantis to talk to him about all this. He forwarded this information to Mrs. Alvina de Messalina, their leader. She very quickly contacted me directly to tell me that she was launching an operation of Wing Atlantis in order to discover this base of INRA abandoned as soon as possible.
I assured him of all the support that OSIRIS teams could provide.
And so, just a few hours after receiving this message, we had gone in search of this abandoned base.
It did not take us more than a few days of research to find it. Some will say it was very fast. But they have no idea of the resources and number of Cmdrs mobilized for the occasion. All this was made public only 2 days after the operation was launched, for obvious reasons of safety. And of course, members of the so-called Club, or at least people manipulated by them, intervened massively in an attempt to discredit the discovery of the site that took place just a few hours after we returned this public operation, on Monday 9.
I was eager to go there. I have to admit that it was a long time ago that I had felt such excitement. At the time, I was 20 years old again!
Cmdr EfilOne, Yuksarr and Klingsor were with me. It was EfilOne who found the site first, and only about ten minutes later, Yuksarr, Klingsor and I were there.
We were able to hack the uplink data installed all over the site. And reading the logs plunged me into the deepest stupefaction.
Was it my father who was mentioned in these papers? I doubt. The young man in question seems quite far from my father’s values. Oddly enough, he seems to share more values with the site’s research director than with this young man. Perhaps, therefore, it is thanks to this woman that my father will have been able to join the teams that later developed this murderous virus, who knows. I have no memory and no traces to go further. I must admit that these logs seem more to have taught me about my father than all he could have told me during his lifetime.
I hope I can still be there when the next base is discovered. It goes without saying that Wing Atlantis and OSIRIS, as well as some of our close friends, are conducting in-depth investigations into the issue.
I think I would have the opportunity to come back to that in the next few weeks.
For the time being, I need a little time to digest all this informations and put it into perspective with everything we’ve been able to discover at The Onionhead.
Thanks for reading.
As always, The Onionhead disclaims any responsibility for possible maltreatment of words and verbs during the writing of this article.