Series Three: All Saints

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Series Three: All Saints is the third season of Grand_Tarkin's roleplay epic story. The story's prologue was published on 27 April 2025, ahead of the first episode's launch the next month. Episode 1, titled "Saints of Imperfection", will introduce the series's protagonist, Guy Cooper.

Coming after the start of the Mythos Unbound collection, which aims to fill in the gaps between Series', Series Three will be the first to have a subtitled name. All Saints is a storyline that has been ongoing since 2020 and is expected to interconnect multiple plot-threads that have been happening since Series Two. Of Gods & Aliens, World Enough & Time, Curve, and The Prime Directive are both preludes to Series Three, though are not required reading. Following the stranded Star Fleet crew as they investigate several murders along an odd path across the Doggerlands, All Saints is said to reveal "Wiltshire's darkest secret".

Grand_Tarkin has returned as head writer. Pre-production started on 25 February 2024 with the conclusion of World Enough & Time. It was announced in December 2024 that there would be no writer's room and that Grand_Tarkin would pen the entire series - a break from the problem-ridden production style of Series Two. There will be five primary episodes, with an additional one-part prologue and epilogue.

The story will be led by an ensemble cast of characters from across the Series and Mythos Unbound saga thus far.

Series Three: All Saints was cancelled in 2025 when Grand_Tarkin left the TCH roleplay community.

Characters

• Guy Cooper - a retired SAINTS operative living in Winden
• Cal Than - a Star Fleet officer operating on Terra, having been separated from Star Fleet after the events of Series One
• Grayson Hawk - a 23rd century-era Star Fleet officer operating on Terra, having been trapped in the 31st century after the events of Series One
• Elise Krige - a 23-year old biomedical engineering student, who is currently undergoing her officer training under the guidance of Cal Than
• Koschei - a Time Lord renegade known as "the Master"

Episodes

No.	Episode Title	Written by	Publication	Synopsis
Prologue		Grand_Tarkin	27 April 2025	Balancìn police investigate an incident in the Bonitanan wasteland
1	"Saints of Imperfection"	Grand_Tarkin	Cancelled
2	"If Memory Serves"	Grand_Tarkin
3	"Washington Falls"	Grand_Tarkin
4	"Magic to Make the Sanest Man Go Mad"	Grand_Tarkin
5	"Genesis"	Grand_Tarkin
Epilogue		Grand_Tarkin

Prologue

Acid rain fell to the rubble and a craggy storm brewed far above the wasteland. In this place, it seemed the world was over. Over, at last.

Cal Than glanced down from the window of a sturdy, dusty, and all together unkempt pickup truck to see a road beneath him. It was one of smashed glass and fallen debris, stretching from far behind, until right up ahead. All things considered, the view in front of him wasn't so different from the blanket of glass that had become something of a companion to Cal on his journey from Southern Bonitaña. Thankful for his modified wheels - a necessity in this part of the wasteland - Cal continued to drive, alone.

The city faded into the storm, as did the budding saplings and virgin life trying to grow in and between the desolation. Soon, all Cal could see was the wasteland. Around, in front, behind. The wasteland had become known to have this sort of affect on people. Alas, he had returned.

After an hour of monotony, Cal came up on his destination. Separated from the glacier of glass by a fickle barbed-wire fence and numerous warning signs about CCTV and other security measures, the drill site came into view. It was similar to a few that Cal had passed on his way up and off the beaten path. Dry, grey, and branded - a corporation indeed. Cal still wasn’t used to all the corporations of the Doggerlands, as he longed for his life in a Federation of harmony and greedlessness. This particular corporation, which ran this particular drill site, was branded in a boring, colourless font: ‘Continental Mining’. What made this drill site different, however, was the reflections of red and blue lights flashing across the landscape, and the ear-swelling sirens of a dozen or so police vehicles. As he rolled up to the gate, the sirens fell into earshot.

Something familiar, at last.

The truck came to a sudden stop: sharper thanks to the modified tires, and more sudden thanks to the men with guns formed in a line in his path, pointing them at him.

They shouted something rather aggressively in Spanish.

“My apologies,” Cal said, his hands up and off the wheel. There was a bright flood light filling the space. Cal could make out the infantrymen, to be sure, but beyond became a blurrier image the harder he tried to squint.

From between the lines, a figure parted the gunmen and emerged. To Cal, this was just another blur in the flood light’s domain. As she approached, however, her smile bled through.

“Detective inspector…” Cal wasn’t surprised. Simply, he was floored. Did she always draw his eyes in this way?

The woman wagged her index finger, prompting Cal to muster his way out of the driver’s seat and down the side of his taller-than-usual truck. He puffed his chest.

“How did you contact me? You shouldn’t even know who I am.”

The inspector laughed. “I don’t, officially. But whenever the mysterious and extraterrestrial collide, you seem to always be at the scene. Forgive my… curiosity.”

“You even managed to find  my partner. Impressive.”

“I didn’t know who else to go to,” she replied with a seriousness. “After Curve… I had to try to find you.”

“What happened here?”

“Easier to show you.”

A rosy glare of emergency lighting came to engulf the pair as they made their way into the mine itself. The industry was ravaged. Pipes torn and burst, wires exposed, sparking at every available opportunity. Even the lift, which maintained some operational capacity, seemed like it had seen better days. The inspector led the way, past the mess of the entry hall, into the lift.

“Going down,” she muttered, shifting a tight stick downward.

The cage rattled and then dropped - a couple feet at a time. As they descended, Cal caught sharp glimpses of the wall.

“What is this place? What are they mining for, exactly?”

“Shards of death. Bonitanan glass. It’s a super-dense material-”

“I know what Bonitanan glass is. I’m just… why are we going so deep? The glassing covered the surface.”

“The destruction of the city went a lot deeper than just the surface. Depending on the geography, glass penetrated as far as a few hundred meters underground. The deeper you go…”

“The stronger the glass.”

“Exactly. The weapon used was so powerful. Nothing survived it.”

“I did.”

The inspector shot him a quick look of surprise. “You look good… for a dead man.” Before Cal could even finish his short laugh, the inspector broke off her charm and continued, bluntly. “The entire crew was murdered. They’re all dead.”

The lift screeched. They had arrived.

“How far down are we, exactly?”

Cal and the inspector activated their torches and began to walk through a particularly dark and imposing cave tunnel. At points supported by struts of lumber, the cave was straight, sharp, and sinister. Cal wasn’t sure that caves could actually be sinister. But, if they could, then he had found his way down the throat of one.

“Only five hundred meters-”

Quickly, they stumbled upon the first body.

Cal knelt down, careful to avoid the pool of blood that had seeped into the cracks and crevices of a broken mineshaft. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of clean rubber gloves, putting them on. Soon, he was dissecting. Not as a scientist - though the autopsy for a murder as grusome as this would certainly be an interesting endeavour - but as an officer. Faintly, his fingers ran across the gashes and wounds that were more pronounced than even the victim’s own face. The wounds extended downward, past the chin, almost surgically through the throat, the oesophagus, and down into the chest, which had been almost devoured. The remains were rested up against the wall of the mineshaft… most of the chest was scattered across the nearby ground.

“I can’t tell if it were a surgeon who did this… or some kind of beast…”

Cal focused his torch on the victim’s head - a skull not shattered, but parted. Like the parting of a hairstyle, torn through the flesh and bone of the skull. The brain was exposed - a sight Cal didn’t expect.

“Oh my god… I’m so sorry-” Cal whispered, as if speaking to the victim himself. Or herself. Without inspecting further, the carnage of their remains made it impossible to tell from a glance.

“What?”

“They were alive when it…”

“How can you tell?”

“Skin and hair in their nails. Scratch marks on their temple. They… tore their own hair out as it started.” Cal sighed, inspecting further. “She... she probably passed out soon after.”

“She isn’t the only one.”

“You said ‘they’re’ all dead.”

“There are sixteen more like her.”

“Sixteen? Show me another.”

Almost in a dash, Cal and the inspector made their way only slightly further into the mineshaft. Again, Cal inspected. His torch movements became faster and faster the more victims he dissected. By the fifth cadaver, he was sure.

“They’re all the same.”

“This is why I brought you in.”

“How can they all be identically maimed? Down to the inch. This isn’t brutality… this is a statement. This- this is art.”

“But it’s not the strangest thing about what happened here.”

Cal, still working through the images which were rapidly branding themselves onto his memory, hummed curiously.

“The cameras. CCTV footage.”

“Let me guess: all wiped?”

“No. It’s all perfectly intact. Every second of it.”

“And?”

“Comms went silent at 05:33. Before that, we can see all seventeen victims enter the mine. Positive ID. At 08:13… something left.”

“A survivor? Another one of the crew?”

“No. The entire crew is accounted for. I’ve had analysts combing through the footage - all of it - since operations here started last September. Everyone who came in, came out. Except our seventeen, obviously.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Something came out of the mine to do this. Something that never went in. Whatever did all of this… it must have come from the mine. From the glass itself.”

Cal rose to his feet, removed his gloves, and nodded. “We’re going to need some help.”

Episode 1: "Saints of Imperfection"

Part 1, coming 4 May 2025