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Topic Started: Mar 30 2011, 02:56 AM (692 Views)
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The Seven Stones: Part Two


To start at the beginning would take eons, for you see, my current form recalls all my past reincarnations. Who I was, what I was, everything was a single stepping stone that has lead up to this- this perfect moment. And yet my journey is not yet complete.

Then Jaymee suggested, ”How about just at the end then, the most recent (‘form’ was it)?”

Oh? Very well then, she stated out in a very humble beginning, my incarnation. You see my incarnation before that was much different. To go from a wealthy young man to a petite “farm girl” (I guess you could say) must have been quite the shock to my soul. To outsiders the planet was called “Arural”. A low-tech magic world with limited resources just out of range for a convenient flight plan. It did have one thing though and that was demons- A family feud that was centuries old two species competing for the same habitat and eventually the “humans” won.

”What do you mean, quote/unquote humans?” Jaymee asked.

The most miraculous thing to occur in biology is metamorphosis. From the Greek words meaning “Beyond” and “Taking form” it describes a profound change in being. Most notable for this change in the insect world is, of course, the butterfly. However, the same genetic code that governs the proteins that contract a butterfly’s wings also govern something very important. Here-
--Points to the left side of Jaymee’s chest—
The same contraction that is the heart beat. The heart that yearns to become more than itself, a very human trait, so if a creature also has this trait to strive to bloom beyond their current form- who is to say that they are not human? Indeed on Arural the roles were reversed, the “demons” were more human-like than the humans that annihilated them. The flames of war scorched the world until all that remained was a single habitable valley, but that too eventually became tainted with blood. The world ended incased in a shell of ice. A single being escaped via a portal to another world taking with her talent with animals and a single sword.


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--The next gem would be much more challenging to recover than the red one had been. After all, Kit already had the red gem in her possession and the others were scattered across the cosmos. Jaymee had managed to hitch hike her way to Notrakitra, a sort of magic world for beginners. Notrakitara’s in habitants only used a very basic form of earth magic thus supporting the planet’s raw mineral industry. For the time being she bunked in a small mining town until she should find another ship. --

Jaymee sighed, “The only clue I have is it’s a dessert planet. Like there aren’t over four billion of those.” She looked out the window at the jungle-like scenery. “Still, I really wanna see it. The planet okaa-san talked about.

Get out of here, witch! We don’t want your bad luck here!

Jaymee saw outside her window a young woman being chased by some of the local miners. Her style of dress was different from theirs, more tradition compared to the modernized style brought in from corporate mining companies. With them the corporations also brought their lucky gods to push out the “unlucky” local deities. Judging by what she witnessed Jaymee could only assume the dispute was related to a religious matter. The local rabble beat on the poor girl with sticks, but the young woman maintained her composure and retreated calmly walking. It was almost spooky how the priestess, despite blood coming from the cuts the sticks made, seemed unaffected. Not wanting to be a bystander Jaymee shimmied out the window to aid the priestess. The peaceful corps officer raised her arm to take the blow of a stick and the weapon broke on the armor hidden under her black sleeves. Not wanting to take on an outsider the punks backed off, but they still shot hateful glances at the woman.

Jaymee brought out a handkerchief and the woman hesitated a moment before taking it. Without speaking Jaymee escorted the priestess back to her humble shack.

“ You didn’t need to do that. They would have gotten bored of hitting me and their mothers would have scolded them.” --The priestess called “Triki” said and returned Jaymee’s gift.--

--Jaymee waved a hand refusing the return of her hankerchief.--
“Why were they beating you anyway?”

“ Because I am the last local priestess.” Triki said proudly.”Everyone in town has already converted to the outsider’s gods. Like this-
--tosses down a necklace with a feather shaped charm—

”Ah, the white crow cult.” Jaymee recognized the symbol because she wore a similar charm around her neck for extra luck. ”I heard it was spreading to other magic worlds.”

”Claiming to be a god of luck as if war was a lucky thing.” Triki shook her head in disapproval.

“He’s not really that bad. Really. I think.”

--Triki raises an eyebrow—

“It’s not like I know the guy myself, but I deeply care for my okaa-san.” Jaymee explained. My okaa-san deeply cared for her friends, her friends deeply cared for the night crow, and well, everybody who knows about white crow knows about the legend of white crow and night crow.

You’re dead serious.

Usually am.

So, why have you come here?

I’m looking for a gem like this one.
--pulls the red gem out of her pocket—
There’s supposed to be six others in each color.

--Triki take the gem and looks it over—
Then the orange gem would be next.

I wonder if White Crow will help me find it, but I think it’s an older magic so I’m not sure new magic will help.

Funny how most people mistaken “traditional” magic for “elder” magic when actually “traditional” magic is younger. Triki said impressed. You’re quite knowledgeable.
--points to a mirror—
That is the key. If the red gem is “thought”, then the orange gem is “feeling”. Look into the mirror and tell me what you see.

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She spent the next several years mastering her trade as a mercenary. It was…challenging. Even the most basic things, such as laughing and smiling, did not come easily. Eventually, however, she began to open up and after much tragedy yet again, she moved on to become a soldier. Those days quite, possibly, were some of the most precious in her time.

Like finding sweet water in a desert before reaching the sea?

Perhaps. It was a short time of joy. Her hunger for power grew intense and it was that hunger that made her easy prey. “Betrayal” was imminent, but the one she had always betrayed the most was herself. In time, after many trials, the beat within her grew loud enough that once again she could hear freedom’s call and answer. The cycle shifted and another rotation of life came to an end.


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…………I can’t do that. Jaymee looked down in shame at her own weakness. That man was a criminal. I’m cool with that, or whatever, but he didn’t even consider the deaths, injuries, or collateral damage associated with his crime. How can I forgive somebody who rips up a city like it’s nothing?

Job security. Triki said bluntly. It’s men like him that keep other people gainfully employed. Doctors, undertakes, maintenance crews, construction crews, news crews, counselors- It’s never something so simple. People are animals too; we have needs to fulfill to survive. You don’t need to forgive him. There’s nothing forgive. There are many paths in life, but what matters is choosing one and sticking to it. The greatest sorrow is regret. To avoid regret you must make this-
–points to Jaymee’s heart—
a temple. Let no hatred pass through here and you will be free of all regrets.

Hmm…..free from animosity. Jaymee thought for a moment. I remember now. When I first met okaa-san, why I thought she was so strange. Even when she was telling stories of her crimes and the Basts, there was never any bitterness in her voice. I sometimes wonder what she was like in her wild days because by the time we met she had already forgiven herself completely for her mistakes. She truly is a gem whose flaws have been crafted into a thing of beauty.

Once you rid your heart of anger and hate you can discover a great power. Triki nodded. Even when the town’s people hit me I remember that they are just like me. They are afraid like me, but they also have love like me. They, like me, have things they love and that’s why they’re afraid. They are afraid to lose those things and so they lash out in response to those fears. Whenever we look upon another person we are looking at a mirror of ourselves.

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It was then that I knew. No matter how much I loved them, they had their own lives to lead. I could not take my friends with me on the journey. They had to discover the way to “paradise” on their own, but that did not stop me from being a light, a star in the abyss, to help guide them on their way. The Sun Realm exists for that reason. In the instant that she realized this, the girl that I was let go and let the black chains drag her down. It was time to face the Basts one more time. A battle for “honor” that she had to fight alone.



[Through Kit’s guidance, Jaymee was able to recover four stones; Red/thought, Orange/feelings, Yellow/speech, and Green/action before she made it to the legendary remains of the Niji base where she was temporarily imprisoned by the dark being that had taken residence there.]

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Flash Forward: “A Kitsune No More”

Kitsune stared at the “true Rann” stunned. After all, it was that very same illusionious figure who portended the character Kit had become. The lovely lady leader of the oppressed peoples of Kit’s birth world stood with grace that was neither supercilious nor disdainful. Kit turned her gaze away from the haunting form not believing her eyes.

Kit: What trick is this?

Kit’s tone indicated the red head was splenetic. Rann lips curved slightly as if too shy to crack an alluring smile. Indeed, she was a perfect foil of Kit in every way. This Rann was like a slenderized version of the beast tamer child with a taller frame that was built with prowess. Dexterity, speed, and a far more “human” demeanor cut into a clean bundle that made the yokai woman utterly picturesque. Kit felt like she was the woman’s warped reflection in a fun house mirror as the woman gazed at her with calm sea blue eyes and a crown of hair that was more golden than Kit’s fiery red.

Rann: You’ve forgotten me… and yourself too it seems.

Kit: oh, my bad. I thought you were dead.

--Rann’s voice was smooth and soft as it gently caressed Kit’s ears--
Rann: The good fortune charm I gave you is also gone. The one that was to replace the eye I had stolen from you.

Kit: Right, the thing that let you keep an “eye” on me.
--Kit’s face twitched with scorn at her own pun--

Rann: So much anger… are you so convinced that what you see is false? That the Basts have you so tightly within their grasps you can never be free?

Kit: Freedom is an illusion. We’re all just puppets of the universe. Even with one eye I can see the strings.

Rann: No… you are mistaken… the strings you see are not puppet strings, but the connections of the universe. Cause and effect, your action pulls a string and it tugs on the strings of others. It is this tug of war that brings balance to the universe and ensures its survival. We are alone yet not alone in this- a single moment. There is no past, no future, only the moment. Time is but an illusion.

Kit: …who… are you? The Basts would never absolve someone with such delusions.

Rann: There is a reason the “Basts” refer to themselves and their comrades as “children”. They were so contented with their “borrowed” knowledge that they could not see that the oldest ones in this existence are you…and me…

--As Rann’s explanation filled Kit’s being she tugged against the black chains that bound her. It felt odd, like she was wearing clothes that were two sizes to small. She wanted to shed these things that were stifling her natural growth. She could taste “it” on the air and her stomach burned with hunger. Pure energy that was just out of her reach. Slowly, ever so slowly Kit pressed against her bonds reaching for that which she so desperately craved. Like a single blade of grass trapped under concrete or a butterfly trapped it cocoon she twitched and pressed against that which bound her--

Rann: That’s right, reach. It’s not so far. This is a journey that has spanned thousands of mortal years leading up to this single step.

Kit: …who?
Rann: Don’t you remember? I am you.

--A glowing yellow power suddenly surged within Kit and the darkness around her vanished. Everything evaporated in a brilliant light that was like a sun. The intense heat evaporated everything around it including the black chains and the rest of Kitsune’s empty shell. Once again the two halves were returned to their proper place and the remaining being awakened as neither Bast nor guardian, but “gardener”. Having returned to it’s true existence the being vanished before its presence could be detected and the pure energy could counter balance the wheels of the universe. Such beings of light were too strong, too much for the net work of strings to bear and thus they could only flee to a specific sanctuary, a realm that can never be breached. When blackness had returned there was one less soul wondering lost across the illusion of time and the girl known as “Kitsune” was gone never to return.--

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Triki: I wonder what Nirvana is like.
--the priestess sighed as she stared out the ship’s window into the blackness of space.

Jaymee didn’t reply and kept her mind blank in meditation. Her “oka-san” had already warned her that it took many lifetimes to achieve perfect balance. It was like mixing different chemicals together and throwing them in a dish and expecting a brownie to appear and then spontaneously combust. It wasn’t “impossible” but finding the right combination..… some are better chefs than others.

Likewise Triki had to ponder--

Triki *thinking* If the Sun Realm could only be seen by looking at its reflection, then how could it be an accurate view?

--The simple answer is no, it could not be accurate, but it was the reflection of a perfect sphere in a pond. The reflection was merely a flattened out version of the sphere, which is a circle and a circle is the same all around. In Jaymee’s mind the interpretation was accurate enough.---

--Jaymee snapped alert and stood up--
Jaymee: We’re here.

Triki: What?
--the priestess glanced around confused. As far as she could tell they will in the middle of space close to neither base nor planet. Suddenly a curtain of light cut the shuttle of the ship startling the passengers.--

--Jaymee took a half step into the barrier before glancing at her companion--
Jaymee: Coming?

--Triki hesitated but leapt through just as the barrier closed. Suddenly the priestess found herself in a pocket realm made of ice, water, and black glass. Glowing lights cast dancing shadows of the realm’s occupants as music resounded against the reflective walls. The half light, half shadow atmosphere gave a sense of privacy to patrons.--

Triki: A…club? Hey! Wait up!
--Triki ran to catch up with Jaymee who took a seat on a stool made of black glass next to a matching bar--

Jaymee: House special for me and my friend and let Krisk know I’m here.

Oh, that won’t be necessary.
--A woman with moon pale skin and pointed ears sticking out of her dark blue hair walked up to Jaymee and put a long slender hand on her hip. The woman’s dress was kimono styled and decorated with an assortment of patterns in all shades of blue--

Jaymee: Hey, babe. Did you miss me?

--Krisk cracked a smirk--
Krisk: Not in this realm, honey.

--the bar keeper placed to glasses of water in front of Jaymee and Triki--
BarKeeper: On the house.

Jaymee: Keeping up the old tradition, I see.
--Jaymee raised her glass in a toast and took a sip--

--Triki stared at the drink with caution, she already was feeling intoxicated by the sound of music alone. She got the feeling that if she wasn’t careful she’d end up spending a hundred years in this realm--

Krisk: As my ancestor did 5,000 years ago. A water gathering is a nickname for a “bar” and so water has always been the house special and always free.
--Krisk shot a glance at Jaymee’s companion and frowned--
Kirsk: And as with tradition all species are welcome.

Jaymee: Pleasantries aside, have you heard anything?

--Krisk crossed her arms--
Krisk: I have my own concerns that don’t involve your little obsession.

--A sudden scream rose up from the center of the crowd. Both Krisk and Jaymee leapt up alert scanning for the reason behind the scream. Glowing orbs flooded the dance floor lighting up a giant spider that crawled down from the ceiling. The horrible beast had twelve legs and was three times as tall as a man.--

Jaymee: A most unusual guest.

Krisk: Must have crawled in through a wormhole. They’re becoming more and more frequent.

--The spider shook off three of the club’s bouncers before Krisk charged forward with two fingers extended. A dark aura appeared around her fingers which then surrounded the beast banishing it from the realm--

--Once the crisis had passed and Krisk soothed the terrified guests, particularly those small patrons that saw spiders as their natural enemy, she returned to Jaymee to say:
Krisk: I’ve heard nothing about this planet that you’re looking for.

Jaymee: I see. Alright, thank you for your help.
--Jaymee took the hint and prepared to leave. As she faced the portal back to their transport Krisk called out--

Krisk: Hey! Why are you doing this? Are you trying to become a goddess or-?

--Jaymee turned to look Krisk in the eyes and replied in a sullen tone--
Jaymee: No… I’m trying to find a way to make a goddess into a human.

--And with that Jaymee stepped through the portal with Triki just a half beat behind--
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I already knew how to fly although my feet had yet to leave the ground

The Bird Flies after the Bard

--Behold the planet Quaille. A small rural planet resting just on the border of magic. Her people hadn’t quite mastered the art of space travel themselves, but the “all are welcome” hospitality that the locals were famous for was a big hit for lonely pilots and old rich couples trying to recapture those nostalgic feelings left behind long ago.--

Is something the matter ma’am?

--Jaymee Long jumped at the sudden touch on her shoulder. The ship’s flight attendant gave her an apologetic look for startling her and Jaymee shook her head to indicate she was fine.--

Jeeze, what are you spacing out for? If you wanted to stop on Quaille, you should have said so. Unless… you’re picking up on some weird vibes again.

No,” Jaymee muttered. “Not ‘weird’. Familiar. Like there’s someone I know there… or rather… to be more specific, someone I’m going to meet. But it hasn’t happened yet.” Jaymee sighed and looked at the empty seat next to her. “At least that’s how the conversation would have gone.

--Jaymee was alone on this trip after being abandoned by her up beat companion and Jaymee didn’t blame her. Traveling the cosmos looking for trouble wasn’t exactly a “fun” idea. Still Jaymee was determined to find the planet her okaa-san had spoken of. Having a goal was better than just wondering randomly about.--

--Jaymee reached into her jacket and pulled out the blue steel dagger the soldier had returned to her. The soldier was a strange one. He or she (it was impossible for Jaymee to tell really) was wearing a uniform that had been worn by the old empire foot soldiers, but the soldier didn’t look much older than twenty. When she asked the soldier just winked and called it a souvenir.--

--The girl sighed again. She didn’t have time to ponder such trivial thoughts. She glanced once more at Quaille before it disappeared out of sight saying: “I hope your journey is smoother than mine.


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[aaaand switching formats, fancy takes too long]
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Wahhhh!

David Fletcher: Ah!
--steadies the ladder so that the tall young lady standing on it doesn’t come crashing down--
David: Are you alright, Sofia? Don’t worry, I’ll catch you if you fall!

Sofia: I sincerely doubt that, you rascal.

--Before we continue, allow me to clarify: The young gentlelad with the raven colored hair be the young David Fletcher. He may be young (a mere 11 this year), but he’s a sharp lad and mature for his age. David even run’s his own business as (that’s right you guessed it) a fletcher. He’s a bit of a celebrity in these secluded parts of Quaille where the green mountains shelter the folks on three sides and the footing is ill suited for shipping ports. You see, he’s the only resident “off-worlder” to live in the town of Brownshire. You can tell he’s an outsider because of his black hair (which is extremely rare in Brownshire), his relatively small stature (the young lady he helped to steady was a mere two years older and yet she was a good three feet bigger all around), and last but not least the lad had a pair of striking violet eyes which were rare enough even in that part of the galaxy. And yes, the lad was an orphan. ---

Sophia: Are you sure you’re eleven years old?

David: That’s what uncle said to Sister Matty when he left me at the church five years ago. Well, naturally I was five years younger then than I am now.
--The young lady hands him a basket of decorations so she can step off the ladder--
David: That set up looks wonderful, Sofia. I bet you’re looking forward to the festival.


Sofia: And you’re not?

David: Only if the players act out the story of Night Crow and Bright Crow.

Sofia: I’m sure they will, since a certain little bird always requests it. ;)

David: Well, it is my favorite you know!

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--The actors were all set in their places and a journey to another world began. The legend of Night Crow and Bright Crow was not native to Quaille, but the tale of magic and mystery soon spread like fire until it was available in every hotel room from Quaille to Aagritoz. The story goes as follows:

The tale begins with the birth (or more specifically the “rebirth”) of Bright Crow. Although he wasn’t a god at the time, but a man. A criminal who had made is way out of the darkness and back into the light and because of this the man’s soul shined so brightly that it caught the attention of a very special goddess, the goddess Night Crow. Night Crow was so enthralled by this being, a being like none she had ever seen, but fearful was Night Crow. You see, as a goddess her charms were irresistible and it was unfair for her to simply pick a mortal and deify the delicate balance of fate.

So Night Crow did this, she would put the mortal to a test and assume a mortal body herself to see if the fates would be kind to her…but alas they were not. Night Crow was struck by a snake-god’s poison and a curse was placed on her. She was separated from her love and doomed to search all the cosmos to reclaim what she had lost before the dreadful poison reached her heart.

After over coming one obstacle after another and journeying so far and so many places that you would need ten libraries to house the story, she finally made it. Bright Crow was reborn and welcomed Night-Crow with open arms. His own journey had led him to discover the cure for Night-crow's curse and their son, Donaveet, was born. A god with black wings and the enemy of all vipers for he is immune to their poison.


--David stood up to leave. The rest of the tale was tragic and he didn’t think he could stand to hear it just yet. The memory of loosing his parents was still too strong on his mind. First his mother to illness and then his father to battle. It was his “uncle” who brought him to Quaille. They weren’t related by blood. He was just a strange, but beautiful man who said he was a friend of his mother’s.

If I don’t drop you off in a safe nest, you’re mama’s gonna hunt me down from the afterlife. But don’t worry kid, *pats* if you ever feel like you‘re missing your folks so bad just hold on to this*hands over a carved feather charm*, close your eyes, and dream. You see, the dream world is the same whether you‘re alive, dead, or divine. Take care kid. --and with that his kindly uncle had left him in the care of the sisters--

--David looked up at the starry sky--
David: Maybe someday I’ll watch that play to the end.

--And he would four years later before he packed up his trusty bow and took off for the skies on a grand adventure just like the one his mother took before him--



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Allies of the Rebel Alliance


meanwhile deep with in the shadow of the empire

--A prisoner transport ship is carrying 50 of the empire's most wanted criminals to the planet Skoll where they will be executed. Among them are five of Rebel Commander Zones's men and for Commander Zones that was five too many. Normally the Commander would leave a dodgy mission like this to his ace, a special covert soldier who was fast and skilled in manipulating both man and machine, but unfortunately that special soldier was missing. Initial reports indicated that the soldier's personal vessel was hit by an object moving at high velocity. It was doubtful that the soldier survived, but there was no body to prove it. All indications suggested that the accident wasn't related to the empire and thus not the commander's problem, but every loss still was tragic like the commander had lost one of his family or one of his own children. Either way that was in the past. What concerned the commander most now was the giant beast that he and three other of his guys had to infiltrate and destroy.--

Ta’jir: Big enough for you? Metro's not worth it so remind me again why we're going in there?

Zones: Less chatter over the com-link and more drilling. I want to be half way home before these bastards even realize we were here.
--Taps his link--
Zones: Greechie, how's their system looking?

Greechie: Typical government issue crap. We might as well be flies on the wall. They'll never see us.

Zones: Good, good. Relay us the coordinates of where our people are. Once we're inside I want the radio silence at all times. No sneezing, no breathing, and no whining Ta'jir.

Ta'jir: Tch.

Greechie: Alright, we're in.

Zones: Keep them busy, Greechie. You two follow me.
--Zones pointed to Ta'jir and their other recruit and then down the hole they were going to enter.--

Inside the belly of the ship Zones's team ran into a problem.

--Once the guards were knocked out and the prisoners released from the main holding cell, Zones tore off his helm.--

Zones: Dammit, where's Metro?

Ta'jir: Ymir says that the guards took him to solitary. Damn, I knew he was a spy!
--He made such a tight fist as he said it that his hand began to shake violently--

Zones: You hear that Greechie?

Greechie: Loud and clear, sir. Solitary is three floors down just past the kitchen and the boiler room. You won't make it like this.

Zones: I know.
--picks up the guards weapon and hands it to his people--
Zones: Ta'jir is with me. The rest of you get the hell out of Dodge. Greechie, we need-

--At that moment hundreds of alarms when off all at once and the ship was plunged into darkness except for the flashing emergency lights--

Zones: *muttering*...a distraction.

--all the cell doors in the general population cells swung open and the residents all fled into a riot--

Ta'jir: I'm going to kill that fuzzy little-

Zones: Just like ol' Lib would have done it!
--The commander grabbed his subordinate and with a salute to the rest of his weary men they split ways before the ship turned into a raging ant mound crawling with imperil soldiers.--


--All the elevator lifts were stalled were they stood, but that was alright. Zones was a fan of ye old fashion way and cut the cables of shaft before repelling downward. Ta'jir hesitated, but soon followed his commander's lead.--

Zones: *muttering* How we're going to get back up is the problem.

Greechie: Sir! *static* I can't *static* You'll have to *static**static*

Zones: Right, got it.
--Ta'jir gave him a quizzical look.--
Zones: He can't override the cell locks in solitary. We have to go in manually and blast our way out from there. There's no turning back now.

--Ta'jir snorted as the ships robot guards and floor defenses started shooting at them--
Ta'jir: Doing all this for an imperial spy. We should have- *shoots* shot him on day one! I told you he was a plant!

Zones: Ta'jir, you say everyone’s a plant.
--They manage to clear a path by firing simultaneously and rolling to the next hold point in the narrow hallway, but that still left another two hundred bots to shoot up and they were quickly running out of bullets.--
Ta'jir: This is insane!

Zones: Yeah! But you know what? You still follow me anyway. *winks*

--With the ease of having worked together for years the two deftly handled the situation. Ta'jir used up the rest of his gun and Zones tossed the alien his before pulling out his knife and throwing it at a pipe above them. When the knife returned it brought with it hot steam that met with the cold air of the corridor. Using the smoke screen as cover the two split ways with Ta'jir leading the security away from his commander while Zones set off to find Metro.--

--Soon Commander Zones found himself in an eerily quiet block of cells. The rooms reeked with the stench of death. Apparently this was the floor where the most dangerous crooks were kept. Away from light, away from sound, and any contact or food. The guards wanted these folks good and dead even before they reached the execution grounds. Zones found himself tiptoeing carefully along these halls not wanting to disturb the souls of the dead. Instead he called out softly to his missing comrade.--

Zones: *whispering* Metro… Metro-? Say something!

--Zones heard a weak cough followed by the shuffle of somebody moving in the darkness.--
Metro: C-c….Commander Zones?

--The commander barely heard it, but he picked of Metro’s soft agonizing whisper in one of the cells. Putting all his weight into in, after several attempts Zones broke the lock and forced open the six inch steel door. Inside in a heap of bruises and broken limbs was his missing subordinate. Zones gently leaned down and put a few drops of water in the man’s mouth so he could speak--

--Metro opened his eyes unable to believe what he saw--
Metro: Y-you… you should have left me! I- I’m a spy! A spy for the empire!

Zones: And you certainly look the part. Come on, we’re going. Slimeball will fix you right up.
--After splinting and stabilizing the man’s broken joints and limbs, Zones hoisted Metro up onto his back and proceeded to try and think of an escape route, but one thing kept popping in his mind.--

Zones: *thinking*He’s lost some weight, but this bastard’s still heavy. Dammit! There I go wishing Lib was- …Well, I definitely could use his superhuman strength right now. In body and in heart.

--Zones takes a look around at the bleak situation and sighs.--
Zones: This sucks. How the hell am I suppose to get out of here?

………pardon me, sir, but…perhaps I might be of assistance?

--One of the cells had an immeasurable amount of chains and locks on it and was taped up shut with white holy seals that almost glowed in the dark corridor. The door looked like something out of an ancient book, the kind of door that was never supposed to be opened, ever. And drifting out of the oddly decorated cell was a soft, but clear, raspy voice.--

--Zones crept closer to the tiny window and on the other side was a beautiful man, more beautiful than even Lib had been, with moon pale skin that looked like it’d never seen the light of day, silver hair, and hypnotizing violet eyes. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as Zones looked over this mysterious figure, but given the choice between dying and getting his men out of there…


--Zones kept up a pleasant tone as he spoke to the stranger.

Zones: Hey, man. What are you in for?

…does it matter? If you remove the seals I can help you get out of here alive.

Zones: Oh yeah? And how the hell are you going to do that Houdini?

--The man smirked.--
Remove the enchanted seals….and I’ll show you.

Zones: …have you got a name?

--He closed his eyes and then opened them to look as Zones again.--
I don‘t expect you to trust me, but….
--takes a breath--
Darreek:……Darreek Stromwind……and I…am demon.

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With the aid of the mysterious (and somewhat frightening Darreek) Rebel Commander Joseph Zones was successfully able to bring his men back to their camp hidden on the jungle-swamp moon of Halimede. The look on Ta’jir’s face had been priceless as the prison ship’s hull was ripped open from the inside and the security bots that had him cornered were sent hurling into space. Commander Zones simply grabbed his comrade’s hand to keep him from flying out with the bots with a big old grin on his face as their new “friend” sealed the fate of the rest of the ship. Now Darreek sits by the camp’s fire as he puts on the somber looking black suit he absconded from the captain’s quarters and ignores the subtle harsh glances and curious glares aimed in direction.

Zones: You sure that’s a good idea? It gets awful humid here.
--in the comander’s hands were a cup of coffee and a glass of cold beer—

--Darreek waved away the drinks. He hadn’t asked for anything except water and fresh fruit. To Zones that was as clear a sign as any that the man had been in captivity a long time since fresh fruit and water was hard to come by in prison. Other than that he seemed unruffled by the chaotic events and unfamiliar surroundings.—
Darreek: I’m fine, thank you. How is your friend doing?
Zones: Hn. Those SOBs gave him one hell of a beating. Not to worry though, Slime-ball’s the best in the galaxy. He’ll have Metro up out of bed before you can say “Alabaster prune skins”.
--Zone’s set the coffee off to the side and took a swig of the beer as Darreek chuckled.—

Darreek: With all due respect, sir, I don’t think I’d ever be compelled to say that. But regardless-
--his face got somber.—
Darreek: I saw the beatings they gave him from my cell. The Empire does not take kindly to traitors. It’s an act of God alone that he’s alive. It was…just as much torture for me to watch and do nothing I can assure you.

Zones: Sure, thanks for trying. It’s hard to believe it was just 46 tiny pieces of paper that were holding you in that cell, tho’.

Darreek: One of the prices for great power, my friend.
--Darreek turned the camp’s fire to a purple color and manipulated it with his will and cleared his mind from such unsettling, such human, thoughts—

Zones: So, where’re you from?

Darreek: Ah, forgive me. I am from the planet Daphnis, a magic world in the Polydeuces belt.
--The commander raised an eyebrow--
Zones: A magic world? The Empire’s getting bold.

Darreek: Indeed, most magic worlds come with their own set of codes and rules that are enough to drive any bureaucrat mad. However, as of late, several planets in the Polydeuces belts have been smuggling in empire refugees under the guise of slave trading. Something that Daphnis is famous for.
--Darreek’s eyes narrowed in anger as he said it--

Zones: Whoa, whoa, back up!

Darreek: hmm?

Zones: Slave trading? But that’s illegal under imperial law.

Darreek: Indeed. If you’re wondering why the number of rebel recruits remains so small, it’s because there are many planets that see the empire as their salvation. A great godly force that has set them free from their own tyrannical governments and they welcomed it with open arms.
--Zones took another sip of his beer—
Zones: I can understand that. And if that’s what they really want, then I’m not gonna rush in guns blazing saying “I’m right and they’re wrong”, but you gotta understand-
--The rebel commander sets down his glass gently and stares off into space—
Zones: Mickey was my world. When those bastards took her from me I…
--He closed his eyes—
Zones: I don’t have life, I don’t have freedom, I don’t have love, I don’t have anything- Everything I have and everything I am now belongs to my men.
--Zones looked Darreek in the eyes without fear unaffected by their mystic and power—
Zones: My life belongs to them now and so my life, my whole world, is one of their making and one of their choosing.

--Darreek was the one to retreat. The demon-man stood up to leave.—
Darreek: Such selflessness is unbecoming, even for a human.

--Zones scratches his beard as he studies Darreek intently--
Zones: So what are you fighting for?

--Darreek didn’t look back as he walked away from the fire and back into darkness. The demon replied simply:
Darreek: Myself.

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--In the camp’s mobile hospital Metro had been patched up and was on the road to mend. However, the spy was greatly troubled by the preceding events involving the prison transport (and not just the fact that he had been made in to a puree by his imperil jailers). The commander had come for him despite the great and terrible odds. Him, a twice a traitor to both the empire and Zones and a spy with his cover blown. What good was he to anyone now? Zones was well aware of the thoughts troubling Metro’s mind and would give the soldier time to sort out his feelings. And it was for that reason that Darreek also sought refuge there. The demon knew that no one would be tempted just yet to converse with the camp’s own personal defector. Metro woke up to the sound of Darreek taking a seat in the medic’s personal chair. Darreek flashed a look of disgust at the spots of hardened mucus flaking off the chair’s fabric (Slime-ball lived up to his nickname). --

Metro: ……hey….th-thanks for-
Darreek: Don’t mention it.

--Before on the prison ship, Darreek had a firsthand view of the imperial soldiers mercilessly beating on one of their own. Metro had refused to tell his captors what he had learned about the rebel forces under the guise that he would only report to his handler. The soldiers were having none of that. Ignoring the sound of bones cracking and a man screaming in pain until every one of his ribs was cracked Darreek had distracted the guards with his snide comments and wicked expressions long enough for them to lose interest in their broken quarry. The flashback was unpleasant for the both of them.—

Darreek: You should save your voice. It takes energy to talk.
Metro: ……………
Darreek: Too boring for you? Very well. How about I tell you a story to pass the time? I’m afraid I only know fairytale stories, though.

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To call me a “thief” would have been and understatement. Relics, jewels, scrolls, treasures; I could take whatever I wanted. No spell or lock could keep me at bay-
(Zones: I don’t know pal. Those seals back at the ship looked like they had you in a tight spot.
Darreek: Well, obviously, something changed)

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Demon Bandit: No way, Boss. It’s a suicide mission.
Darreek: Exactly. It’s just the kind of adventure worth dying for. Think about it-
--Darreek’s expression turned to one of pure lust and greed—
Darreek: The Books of Lamentations is the most prized book in the entire demon realm. If we pinch it, we could live like kings for a thousand years.
Bandit: That’s insane! Nobody’s going to fence it. It’s too damn rare.
Darreek: Not if we make and sell a dozen or so copies.
Bandit: ………I don’t like it. It’s still too risky……

Out of my sixty-five man strong crew only twelve agreed to take the challenge, but I alone made it to the treasure room. Gold from wall to sliver enveloped wall there must have been gems in every color and every size. Diamonds were worthless in this magnificent hall, but I was not tempted by the precious bobbles around me. There was only thing that held my attention. I knew her in an instant, the Book of Lamentations. She was the only book bound by leather and cat’s gut. She, the lady hermit sleeping on a golden bed, looked so out of place in this hall of gems. I wanted to draw her up in my arms so badly that I overlooked a simple trap and woke up the book’s guardian, a horrible creature with a woman’s body and no face. In an instant I found myself trapped in an energy net that had been concealed in the floor. I didn’t struggle because I knew it was pointless. I felt the guardian’s gaze fall upon me and I sense it laugh without a voice.

guardian: Ha ha, well well. So we meet at last. I’m afraid you can’t have this book. It has rejected you. Another yet has claim before you can claim ownership of its pages. Such is the nature of knowledge.

Metro will be one to tell you that I am quite the persuader. I was able to barter for my life and a small taste of what was contained within the books hypnotic pages.

--the guardian pointed to the book—
guardian: Read as much as you like, but your time is short so I suggest you choose your chapter wisely.

When the guardian vanished I quickly forced opened the cover and read the first page my finger landed upon, but time was not on my side. I could only read a few paragraphs before the castle guards found me.

The demon lords decided death was too lenient, but at the same time I was too troublesome to keep around. They sold me to be a slave in human realm It was rare, but not unheard of. I was stripped of my rank and all my possessions. All I had was the knowledge I had obtained from the book and as the days of toiling stretched into unbearable months, I was forced to ponder if it was worth it.


Rain Witforth: Hey, man. You look like you could use some water. *grins*
He was a fellow prisoner, like me, but at the same time the kindest man I’ve ever known. Like most of the slaves his straw-colored hair was long and unity. He was a tall man too and always had a big smile on his face. I learned a great deal from him, more than I could have ever imagined.

The way slavery was controlled was the slaves were injected with something called “angel’s blood”. It made them stronger and faster and their wounds healed instantly just like a demon’s, but at the same time it was a curse. Every day they had to be treated with a drug injection or else the angels’ blood overwhelms them and they turn into mindless monstrous beats. The first time I saw it happen I couldn’t believe that such a thing had once been human. Since I was unaffected by angel’s blood it became my task to hunt down runaway slaves and bring them back…dead if it came to that. The transformation was irreversible.


Darreek: …Rain. Thank you and …I’m sorry.
--at the demon’s feet was the body of a transformed human and in the monster’s hands was the broken collar that had kept Darreek’s power’s sealed. Darreek stretched out his neck and the next thing anyone knew, the whole forest had erupted into a storm of violet flames.

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Rebel Commander Zones: ……………So how did the empire get their hands on you?

--Darreek raised an eyebrow—
Darreek: It was a strategic move. I was the most wanted person alive on that planet. And let’s just say… we reap what we sow.
--Zones didn’t want to know the details. As Darreek's eyes burned with memories he thought of the planet that was now over run with transformed humans. Hundreds of good people living in a constant nightmare of their blood on fire in their veins. Their former captors running scared as their pristine cities come crashing down around them. The fate of the world now rested on people, people very much like Zones who didn't concern themselves with the details of futility and only wanted to protect their loved ones. It was chaotic, but at the same time it was beautiful. Unfortunately for Zones that meant the magic world's internal affairs would yield him no allies except for one.—

Zones: Well, anyway, welcome aboard Mr. Darreek.
--He offered his hand to the demon and the two shook on it.—
Darreek: The pleasure is mine, commander.
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