Forgotten Freedom:54
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Kithle - It's back to work for me. (whistling non-chalantly) Sa'vor, hide the captain, if they come looking for him dress up an Alt-J, Death paper, find Kanatash and Caralot and get them ready (thank goodness for constructs who can't be driven insane). Satnak, you grab Sakura and hide until I say so. I knew having children on board was a bad idea.
Caralot - Why do you listen to him?
Kanatash - He's already proven himself to be crafty, vicious, and more than capable of outmaneuvering me on several occasions. You know how Jarlot is the captain of the crew, well Kithle is sort of the leader of the ubers. HE got that job by being the only one around not only crazy enough to give us orders, but crafty enough to make them work.
Death Paper walks into Kithle's chambers acompanied by Kanatash, Carlot, and a small package. Death paper is looking rather disoriented.
Death Paper: (with a lisp) Eazy, squeezy, lemon peazy.
Kithle: What happened to Death Paper?
Kanatash: Constructs may be immune to insanity but even they can't take the full brunt of what was going on when he walked in without something happening. It should only be temporary, but I would advise not sending him in there again unannounced.
Kithle: Okay, what's with the package then?
Carlot: It's a joint project sweetums and I have been working on.
She opens the parcel to reveal a two foot tall, blue teddy bear. It has large soulless eyes, bereft of any sign of hope, love, or any other emotion, and a rainbow-like design on its stomach.
Kanatash: Since Sa'vor has already provided you with the army for the coming empire I thought we could devise something a little different. Think of them as the secret enforcers of a sort.
Kithle: Well, I can't say it seems your best work, what can it do?
Carlot: Oh, I think a demonstration is in order. (points towards a handy redshirt)
The creature slips into the shadows and comes up upon the redshirt unseen before suddenly popping out behind him. The startled redshirt immediately attempts to stab the creature and the blade punches through it and out the other side. The creature suddenly sprouts half a dozen fleshy tentacles from its mouth which wrap around the redshirt, binding him in place. It reaches over and pulls out the dagger, showing no sign of pain or injury, and in fact no blood flows from the puncture wound. Suddenly the rainbow on its chest begins to glow with an ominous light. The tentacles force open the redshirts eyes and turn him to face the rainbow symbol. He looks on for several moments before a blue vapor is exhaled from his open mouth. The vapor is quickly drawn into the mouth and wound of the creature (which promptly heals, leaving no sign of its prescence). The creature then releases the redshirt who simply walks away seemingly unharmed but closer examination releals the redshirt's eyes now have the same deadness within them as the creature.
Carlot: (giggling) Isn't it cute?
Kithle: (Slack-jawed) I take back my previous assertion.
Kanatash: Yes, you see the creature has the abilities to suck the very souls from its victims to replace, albeit temporarily, the void within itself. After the soul it taken the victim does not die, but rather lives on as a near mindless puppet of the creature's master. If you wish, it can also use its "stare" to exert control over the minds of others without consuming their souls. Think of the oppertunity for enforcing your rule within the empire and rooting out dissenters.
Kithle: Alright, so what is it called?
Carlot: Well, we haven't decieded yet actually.
Kanatash: I was thinking maybe you would have some thoughts on that.
KIthle - :uh-huh:
Kithle: Hmm, they'll need a leader, however…… and I have the perfect one in mind.
He knocks on a wall in an intricate pattern. Soon Roosevelt turns up. He sees the teddy bear, still with its tentacles extended.
Roosevelt: This better not involve me doing anything cute.
Kithle: How would you like to be the captain of my secret enforcement for the Illithid Empire?
Roosevelt: What're the perks?
Kithle: Leading these creatures in secret enforcement of the laws of my empire.
Roosevelt: I thought you were all about anarchy?
Kithle: I'm about strength.
Roosevelt: Well then: :weep: . It's like you read my dreams. :devil:
Kantash: You mean…… you can dream?
Roosevelt: Yeah. Like there's this one where this large black orb asks me what I would give to destroy all those who hate me for what I am.
Kithle and Kanatash are silent for a second.
Kanatash: I think I had something similar…
Kithle: Did it speak in red?
Kanatash: Actually, yes. I didn't think about it before because stuff like that happens in Xoriat all the time.
Then all but Caralot hear it in the backs of their minds:
[COLOR=DarkRed][SIZE=1]Where is it? …Is it here? …Why can't I find it? …I KNOW IT'S HERE…[/SIZE][/COLOR]
Squishy, overhearing the conversation, walks over. Squishy: Kanatash, though we creatures of Xoriat welcome you as one of our own. You still have the characteristics of your birth race. Kanatash: That means... Squishy: (finishing his thought) You shouldn't be able to dream. Kanatash: Then this must be an entity of extreme power. Squishy: Indeed. Anyway here are fines for all of you. All: What?!? Squishy: Loiterin- Squishy is cut off as he begins to run from the enraged ubers.
Allen's Log, Journeydate 17 Today my mind wandered back to when I first joined the crew of the Forgotten Freedom. I had to start as a redshirt, but then again, so did everyone. Or at least that is what Jarlot told me. In those days, there weren't so many things to fear from the higher up characters, mainly because they weren't so powerful yet, and hadn't developed a taste for mass murdering redshirts yet. I was able to get a very good room, because no one else wanted to deal with a vampire. The reason I joined... I was bored, I guess. It's the whole living thing, day after day. You try to find things to do, but then end up getting bored of those things after a hundred years or so. That's when I decided to join a pirate ship. The adventure, excitement, and treasure. I searched for the most infamous ship, and found out it was the Forgotten Freedom. The rest, as they say, is history.
Allen's Log, Journeydate 19 I found myself back on the Forgotten Freedom this morning. Somehow, I was teleported back to my quarters on board. Perhaps the strange artifact I found was the cause. There seem to be many new members on board, or I just never noticed them before. One Red Shirt seems to be slightly more important than the others, his name is Ishmael Jr. I have heard he is trying to find out what happened to his father, Ishmael, but I have no clue who Ishmael is.
Out in the dark silence of space.
13: [COLOR=Darkred]I have felt it. …They hold something. …Why can’t I feel it? …I feel it and yet I don’t know what it is…where it is. …They must know…………… they must know how to stop hate…………[/COLOR]
Time begins to shift around the moon, until it is a few years ago…… the day Jarlot stole the Forgotten Freedom.
Somewhere in the deepest, darkest bowels of the Forgotten Freedom hundreds, no thousands of dimensional rips begin to open. Countless figures come out of these rips and begin to congregate in a room so far down in the ship that even the Cthulhian horrors normally don't come here. One stands on a podium above all the others.
SuperJarlot: Let this meeting commence...
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Later that night, Norbaz is asleep in his room. Suddenly Norbaz awakes to a quite sound. Realizing there are intruders in his room he reaches for the stash of weapons he keeps at his bedside only to discover they have already been taken. A shadowy figure emerges from the gloom and Norbaz jumps forward to attack with his bare hands. Unfortunately before he can strike he receives a Judo Chop to the back of the neck from an unseen assailant. He hears muffled voices as his world fades to blackness...
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The next morning Norbaz is found next to the wall of rules, groggy and disoriented. A large sheet of paper is nailed on top of the list of things the crew is not allowed to do. It reads,
"Crew of the Forgotten Freedom, we, the Alternate Jarlots hereby announce the creation of our new organization, The JARLOT LEAGUE. We the Jarlot League also hereby declare our sovereignty over this ship by merit of the fact that as we are all Jarlot, we are all the captain, and by majority rule we claim more authority than the present captain.
We would also like to issue an warning to the being known as Satnak. Your actions to date will not be held against you but there will be consequences for any further actions you take against the Jarlot League. To this end we have confiscated the knowledge of the recipe for the dish known as 12 alarm d'Norbaz from the mind of the cooky and destroyed all knowledge of its creation from both the cooky's mind and physical recipes. If we are slain the Chili will be taken with us and we are now your only source of non-everlunds chili. In consolation we would like to mention that Keanue Jarlot is still open game to all comers.
In closing we would like to display the beginings of a new Jarlot League rule list."
0) All rules on this list superseed any rules on the original list.
Crow: Wow, what do you think the chances of this ending well are?
Silver: I'd say slim to nil, but then again I'm an optimist, so...
Terra enters the area around Sa'vor's castle. Tara is overseeing the half-dragons in their training.
Tara: You need something?
Terra: Is Naz'roth around? I found something he may be interested in...
Tara: Over there. And don't try anything. I can see you from here.
Terra: You know he's not my type.
Walking up to him, she finds him instructing more of the troops in espionage. Noticing her, he sends them off to practice.
Naz'roth: What's up?
Terra: Theronas' diary. You may find it amusing.
Naz'roth: Guys keep journals, not diaries.
Terra: Whatever, just read it.
She hands over a book, the fruits of her decoding efforts. Flipping through it, Naz'roth smiles a bit.
Naz'roth: He had a few rejection issues, didn't he? Banished from Shavarath for being too much of a bastard. That's harsh.
Terra: It gets better. I found out why he gave my family power, as well as what he wanted me for.
Continuing on, he finds a passage discussing plans for a return to Shavarath. It talks about finding a suitable host for a ritual. Several references to draining a Daemon Lord's power, and even a detailed account of what was needed for such a thing to happen.
Naz'roth: This ritual was lost millennia ago to all but my kind. How could he know it?
Terra: It doesn't say, but while I was enslaved he kept talking about being 'destined'. I believe I can safely assume it means he found it through blind chance and thought fate had chosen him or something.
Naz'roth: According to this, your parents were close matches to what he needed, and he basically bred them to get you.
Terra: Depressing, isn't it? I came to be due to the whims of an insecure reject from the pits of Shavarath. He tried to possess my brother as well, but he was apparently unsuitable. The backlash from the rejection drove Haru mad.
Naz'roth closes the book and tosses it back to her.
Naz'roth: I can guess most of the rest. He was planning to use you as a medium to transfer the power of one of my sealed brethren to himself, thus gaining incredible power and leading a conquest of Shavarath.
Terra: More or less. After draining the one in Xen'drick, he was planning to go for the one in Sarlona. I believe once that was done he was planning to attempt to capture you and do the same.
Naz'roth: (smiling evilly) That would have been interesting...
Kithle - Satnak, I can deal your deceptions, the whole renewing your physical arm, and being even more powerful than you let on, but why did you have to rip out the crystal blades on the arm?
Satnak - Well I messed with Burn and Twilight made them channel amplifiers, and I've braided the 3rd into my ponytail as a link crystal, just go it up and running.
Kithle - Link Crystal?
Satnak - It links me to a demi-plane called the armory. It's like a library/shop for weapons, and other gear. This mark on my left arm, the blue serpent, it means I'm allowed to borrow stuff from the armory for free as long as it's just for a little while, and I don't monopolize any one item or weapon too much. The other condition is we gotta make occasional donations.
Kithle - Burn and twilight I take it.
Satnak - Yeaah Heh heh...
Lisa - This has something to do with the explaination you say you owe us.
Satnak - sigh, When you summoned up an opposite of Kanatash you got me from an alternate Eberron. You know this much. In my Eberron the war hadn't ended, anybody with any power, but especially psionicists, who didn't ally themselves with a faction tended to get dead pretty fast. Well a couple of psys managed to stay hidden long enough to gather enough power to survive the inevitable join-or-die routines. They got powerful fast, not only that but they were absolutly ruthless with their opponents, ten years later they were still picking pieces of King Kaius 2 out of his throne room; being the biggest baddest grim psion in the world didn't help him much. Short of it is my world was not an easy place to live, our hobos would eat your ogres alive. Eventually the two, now known as the Dragons of Will and Heart, Opened up shop once people realized that hey they could blow a hole straight through the gorram planet. They taught others how to become as strong as they were and even introduced new ways to use psionic power, and other disciplines. Artifice, and berserk mastery, physical combat, and of course sythesistic styles of fighting, were also on the curriculum. I was one of the students, I was picked up when I was 12 and I had gotten lost in a Brelish purge on my district, they got my parents and my sister dissapeared in the chaos. Kinda Cliche I know, anyway a Kalashtar disguised as a beggar found me wandering the back alleys. He had heard of the school and took me there. I trained as a breaker, my abilities are focused on ripping through defenses and counter-measures like walls, regeneration, teleportation, godhood, veils between worlds, you know stuff that allows people to survive things or escape things. Levy, dragon of heart, was like an elder sister to me in a lot of ways. Part of the reason I disliked her lover Forbes, dragon of will, (no that doesn't mean I'm a lesbian, ... bi, maybe, but not the point) I was always afraid he'd come between us somehow. I was afraid of him as well, I'd seen him stare down an entire pantheon. One time heaven and hell united against the School, he just snapped his fingers and they were torn apart by unbearable pain. He'd linked their minds with his. He had this empathic trick where he felt the pain of those around him, when he linked the leaders to his own mind they were overwhelmed by just the normal aches and pains of everyday life around the area. When they tried fighting they just couldn't handle the pain. He kept it up for hours, Feeling their pains as they felt his. Most finally died from shock and he was just a little winded. Levy was the powerhouse though she could wrap a titan into a bow with one hand. I'm good almost as powerful as Forbes, not as sneaky or mean though, but I'm not much compared to those two. When I found My sister I had just graduated and earned my mark for unrestriced access to the armory and the right to call myself an equal-in-name-if-not-in-actual-power to Levy. I though she would be glad to see me or surprised, or something, but she had been picked up by a cult. She denounced me as a deicidal monster with no soul and attacked me. I guess I kinda proved her right that day when after I killed her I went on to slaughter her entire cult and the demon prince/demi-god sponsoring it literally singlehandedly. I'm back in communication with home and Levy, but it's gonna be while before I wanna face those memories in the flesh. I missed the official ceremony but, They just told me I made Breaker first class and tacked on the deicide as an award, not sure how I feel about that.
Terra, Lisa, Kithle - :eek:
Kithle - You know this also explains why you use incarnum yet still register as pretty much psi and some artifice.
Satnak - Yeah we express that as a psionic discipline, not a magical one, as to the artifice those are body mods that increase and help me focus my power, not a true ficer myself I can modify existing gear though and can create a few items, but nothing like what Ketler or Roosevelt can do.
Lisa - Where are you keeping Sakura any way?
Satnak - oh she's in the keep in my closet, you remember Terra's pop's old place. I Got rid of the traps and the remaining servants so she should be fine.
Terra - Wow, we can never let Caralot know about the ficer enhancements or she'll go bonkers, though being able to regrow limbs that might not be a threat to you.
Satnak - Regrow yes, quickly no, painlessly no, not a word about the enhancements to the crazy geno-freak. Gotta go, I need to see a cook about a recipe.
Lisa - But they mind mucked it out of Norbaz.
Satnak - Yes, but the jerk developed a 20 alarm behind my back. I have a vial secreted away, and I figure all I need to do is take him down and go go on a bloody murderous rampage while the cooky reverse engineers the recipe.
After a night of fun (yes, that), Terra and Lisa lie awake talking in Lisa's room.
Lisa: Never a dull moment with you...
Terra: :D Likewise.
Lisa: *sigh* So much has happened in the last few weeks. It just doesn't seem real.
Terra: I know. All the revelations, the destruction, the close calls. Feels nice to get back to some sense of calm.
Lisa: True, but I'm beginning to worry about Michael. I haven't seen him since I brought him to the infirmary after Shadow Jarlot attacked.
Terra: Oh, he's here. I know where he is, but he needs to work a few things out for himself.
Lisa: Well... at least he's okay. I never got the chance to thank him for saving my life. He was gone by the time I got back.
Terra: He's changed a lot since I got here. Especially after I beat some sense into him. He's been far more respectful to women in general and you in particular.
Lisa: I noticed that too, that's one reason why... (her voice trails off and she blushes)
Terra: Don't worry. I know. So long as he's not just using you, I don't mind.
Lisa: ...I'm glad you feel that way. I-What is it?
Terra: :devil: I just had the best idea. I'll tell you later though. There is... something I must tell you first.
Lisa: ...what?
Terra: I realized we forgot to set up the anti-scrying field for your room.
Lisa: :eek: :blush: Y-you mean...?
Terra: Yeah. Sorry.
Ishmael Jr's Journal Day 36
I'm currently in the infirmary right now having my arms and legs regenerated. I had an encounter with Kanatash... I don't call him the Demon anymore... where he used telekinesis to rip my extremities off.* I attacked him when I saw what he was doing to some of the other crew members. I don't comprehend how someone could see what he does to people... the sadism and murderous intent in his heart... and how they could just stand by. I was furthermore set on fire and left for dead. I have no apologies or regrets for what I did, though, because I'm glad I did it. The other crew may often be monsters or killers... but they're still people.
It was surprising that Lady Aerith came to visit me here but she did so and actually is curing my wounds and tending to the damage that's been done to me. I asked her why exactly she was going to do this when she'd done nothing for many of the other crew.
"You actually care," was her response.
I know that Kanatash killed my father now. I know furthermore that he died for no reason at all except for the selfish and vain whims. It was a game to him and my father was the pawn. I know worse that my father's life was nothing to him. Strangely, I found out my father died trying to protect the young woman Sakura. I can't really comprehend that given my father had never done a single noble or honest thing in his entire life. I can't possibly stand up to Kanatash so I don't know honestly what I'm going to do about it. It torments me really.
Aerith promised she'd tell me a story though while I recover here.
- Special thanks to Marish whom is doing dictation for me.
Aerith: What would you like to know?
Ishmael Jr: To be honest I'd like to know the truth about you and Jarlot. I saw the pictures...
Aerith: I don't like Phantasmal Force spells thank you. I don't mind girls but the thought of... *drones on naughty stuff that's somehow innocent*
Ishmael Jr: *blush* But yeah, how did all of this happen and what's everyone's relationship? I don't see how a place like this could come to exist.
Aerith: Very well, but it's not going to be a happy story.
Ishmael Jr.: They usually aren't.
Aerith: It begins with Thomas...
Ishmael Jr.: Thomas?
Aerith: Well, he wasn't always Jarlot...
Ishmael Jr.: Oh.
Aerith: He was born in the streets of Sharn during the Great War's midpoint when the fighting still used magitech. The streets routinely were riddled with bombs and explosives and they often clapped children as young as eight or twelve into service of Breland for street to street fighting. I'm a half elf so I look younger than I am. I lived there as well.
Ishmael Jr.: My father talked about that time now and then. He said that food was very scarce.
Aerith: Yes. Jarlot's mother died in the explosion of one of the fireball cannon shells dropped on the city and he was left to fend for himself. He joined with those Child Soldiers and stole, killed, and whatever else he had to do to survive.
Ishmael Jr.: That's hard to imagine.
Aerith: He had a mentor. His name was Michael. He was my brother. Jarlot's father was Royalty but also... inhuman. The thirst for blood was strong in him even then and that immunized him to most of the fear and carnage that haunts so many today. In the end, he followed his mentor across Breland and into Cyre where they switched sides for a purse. He was fourteen when he killed his hundredth man.
Ishmael Jr.: How did you fit in all this?
Aerith: He came back for me when he was twenty one. I wasn't... I did what I had to do to survive in the slums. I didn't expect for him to come back, my brother had sold his soul to the darkness for knowledge of how to survive and a chance at greater wealth. We had our first child soon after but he'd already left after giving me all of his earnings.
Ishmael Jr: Michael doesn't look that old...
Aerith: He's not, though he's named after that Michael. The Michael whom was my brother was a genuine blackguard whom raped, impaled, and destroyed across the continent. The Michael you know bears his name but sadly I never told him that I was his mother. I do not know why I hid it from him but he thought I was sister as well...
Ishmael Jr: Wait... you mean?
Aerith: Yes. The Michael onboard this ship... current state as he is... is my son as he is also Jarlot's. I suspect it's partially why Jarlot adopted Ketler... to protect him.
Ishmael Jr: Woah.
Aerith: The war just... ground on... then as my brother grew more and more powerful and fanatical in the worship of the Dragon Below. He became Marshall of all of Cyre and made the Royal Family puppets as the people were more afraid of him than all of the hosts of the enemy.
Ishmael Jr: What happened?
Aerith: He believed that he could become as the gods. That he could join the ranks of the Dark Six if he but had enough lives to fill him. He became a conduit for the Dragon Below after he forced a demonic ship to be created that could sail through the dimensions and space.
Ishmael Jr: I find that a bit hard to believe.
Aerith: The ship tears through the fundamental fabric of the universe with its every motion. But the reason why we face so many immortal and omnipotent things from beyond is because of what happened next... my brother offered up all of the dead of the worst and most terrible fighting of the war in Cyre to the Rajahs as he channeled that energy and destroyed a nation.
Ishmael Jr: Jarlot and your brother were the cause of the Day of Mourning?
Aerith: We had a daughter just a few years earlier... he could not stomach the idea she would be involved and he killed Michael with a blow from behind during the ritual. An Empty gesture that had the cause of turning him into the channel for all the souls that were killed that day.
Ishmael Jr::mymy:
Aerith: Shadow lives inside him, my brother's spirit and he contains over a million souls that burn to be served as a vessel for darkness. It attracts the darkness to it like a moth to a flame... and I offered my daughter to the church and my own self that I might atone for my own part. My daughter Sakura was renamed Jaela by the flame.
Ishmael Jr: O...kay.
Aerith: As a simple mercenary and a man, Jarlot has chosen to be free against all the dark destiny and evil that the universe has to muster. When he dies, that power may be released anyway but it is his choice. All of the crew are unconsciously linked to the atrocities of that day even if they do not know it. The Dark Mercenaries were guilty of many evils to the people here.
- Aerith kissed his forehead*
Aerith: Of course that's if you BELIEVE any of that of course.
Ishmael Jr: Uhh... how does Tifa fit into any of this?
Aerith: I admit I have no idea.
- leaves*
Norbaz kneels, chained to the ground before the Jarlot League and their list.
Norbaz: Okay... let's try this from the top. Any major move I make, I try to make with the Captain's permission. I only take my outside jobs when the crew gets leave while we're docked. And I've made a weapon this ship has put to good use several times to great effect. I ask you why you hold me hear.
Super Jarlot: For matters of Truth, Justice, and the Brelish way.
Norbaz: My father was Brelish, I grew up in Sharn. I don't lie and am usually forthcoming with the truth. I'm a seeker of justice, or at least my own interpretation of justice. And I try not to step on anyone's toes. I'll ask again. Why in Khyber's brimstone smoking arse are you holding me here.
The League of Jarlots begin arguing. It goes kind of like this.
Keanu Jarlot: Dude I know Kung Fu.
Bruce Jarlot: No... no you don't.
Jarlvarine: Grr, shut it bub, I don't need yer guff.
Jarbilee: Razzle dazzle... I hate my powers.
Bat Jarlot: I'm Batman.
Super Jarlot: Hey! Focus people!
Hulk Jarlot: JARLOT SMASH!
Super Jarlot: Yes, you can do that later.
Jaragon: Something is amiss, my friend, what do your elven eyes see.
Jargolas: I see that the cooky has disappeared and has been replaced with a crudely constructed straw mock up.
Super Jarlot: What! Find him!
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Norbaz: Damn, where the hell is this place... crap. I'm sneaking around in this cold, strange and unfamiliar place...completely vulnerable... damn... I shouldn't sleep in the nude.
The half-giant cooky begins sneaking around, knocking out guards as he goes, holding his hands in a very odd position to secure his more private areas, even when attempting a cartwheel, which he fealt the need to do while sneaking past a guard for some reason... as the floor began lighting in octagonal patterns where he passed, he began thinking he may be in some bad parody... what did the captain call it, anachronism?
Super Jarlot's Voice in the distance: What! Find him!
Norbaz: ****, I've been made... time to augment my stealth.
Using assassin magic, Norbaz becomes a semi viscous and formed fluid allowing him to slide about in greater silence, hoping to find a way out. Soon, he comes to a set of doors.
Norbaz: Okay...gotta get back to warn the crew...left, right, or middle....
He hears a beeping noise. Looks around, and then tries to clean out his ear, suddenly he can hear a voice.
Voice: Agent Chilly, you've infiltrated the new superweapon, Iron Gear. Go ahead and you'll meet Agent Serpent to give you your gear back, take the left door.
Norbaz complies unsure of what to do, and is pulled inside by Solid Snake Jarlot.
Solid Snake Jarlot: Here's your equipment, now suit up, we're taking this thing out.
Norbaz: ...this is a joke, right. Vrin is gonna pop out of nowhere with some punk teenager and that recording device and told me I've been pranked... right? Or better, a dream...soon I'll wind up falling, and land in a field of black roses next to a mental dipiction of Andrea... right? ...Sigh, this just isn't my night.
Satnak - You're damn right, get your pants on man!!!
Norbaz - Gah (rushes the pants)
Solid J - Hide me! (runs)
Satnak - Let's go, pantless wonder.
Norbaz - What about the recipe.
Satnak - I know full well you've been holding out on me, mister 20 alarm.
Norbaz - That stuff is beyond weapons grade, if it got loose it would be another Day of Mourning, I have nightmares about what happened to the other vial...
Satnak - Do honestly think I'd let anything happen to it until you were back on duty? well, cooky mc pantless?
Norbaz - Do you have to keep harping on that?
Satnak - No, I just...
Norbaz - NO squirrel jokes.
Satnak - You ready yet" Andrea and Marish are causing a distraction, dissecting Keanu J.
NOrbaz - Yeah Ii guess.
Norbaz and Satnak run through the halls as Satnak drops a telepathic warning to abandon demi-plane. Most of the J's are unsure of what to do since they don't recognize her mental voice. Marish and Andrea join Norbaz and Satnak.
Andrea - I didn't know you could be this subtle.
Marish - Yeah, I was kinda expecting another rampage with the spiked armor.
Satnak - Well the armor I'm wearing kinda is the spiked armor.
Andrea - Spill
Satnak - I have no Idea how Terra's pop got his hands on a bonding armor. It customizes itself to the wearer, and I slipped some new alloys into its systems. From there it was just a matter of giving it a chance to adapt to my body and style. Anyway, here's our exit.
The party exits the demi-plane.
Norbaz - Who told them they coulds set up a demi-plane in this hallway, I mean people sleep here.
Satnak - Not an issue, I've wanted to try this ever since I read about.
Satnak puts her hand back into the portal. She begins charging energy.
Satnak - *GOLDEN CRASH*
Satnak pulls her hand very quickly, so fast there is a small sonic boom. THe portal winks out.
Anrdrea - What in the name of all thats twisted did you do young lady.
Satnak - I weeded out the weak, dumb, slow, or useless.
Marish - SO in other words Genocide.
Satnak - Here's Hoping.
Marish - So much for subtle.
Andrea - Indeed.
Onboard the FF II flying low over Xen'drick waters.
Silence - Hey Chalky, what you doing.
Chalky - I figured since we're out of Sahagin I'd go fishing. Oh a bite, come here you.
A mighty struggle ensues, that is until Chalky remembers he can simply stick the fishing rod in himself and hold it that way.
Silence - Mildly disturbing with a touch of looks painful. 7.2
Chalky - THanks, Here it is.
Up onto the deck a 4-armed sahagin is pulled.
Chalky - Here's you respirator mask, your shirt, and your waterproof insurance card. Now tie yourself to the line, jump into the water, and bring me salmon.
Crow: No wonder Jaela is so fun to mess with.
Silver: Do you think we should tell her?
Crow: And ruin the upcoming idea?
Silver: ………What do you know that I don't?
Crow: :angelhide
MOVE TO LATER???????????????????
An echo-ey voice drifts through the Forgotten Freedom. It sounds as if it is made of screams, tortured souls across time forced to see that those around them live on no more thoughts than fear, each word the voice of a different being.
[COLOR=DarkRed]"Volrath…… what would you give if you could have your mother and sister back? ……………Would you destroy the Silver Flame? ……………………Would you cause the ones who hated you to die? To suffer as you have suffered?"[/COLOR]
It continues drifting. Some of the crew can't hear it, but they feel its sadness and its anger.
[COLOR=DarkRed]"Terra……………… you have already shown you are willing………………… Help me…………… Help me destroy those who hate……………"[/COLOR]
Norbaz's chili heats up 50 alarms as the voice reaches it. Some bodies that Andrea hasn't gotten to yet animate on their own, energized by the pain.
[COLOR=DarkRed]"Jarlot………………………………… Would you give anything? …………………………………Do you wish your family to be together? …………………I feel it………… in your past…………… Would you destroy those who caused the war?"[/COLOR]
The voice now seems to be seeking something. A feeling it knows is aboard the ship, yet does not feel like many of the others.
[COLOR=DarkRed]"Caralot……………"[/COLOR]
Suddenly is screeches out. Something is protecting this feeling.
[COLOR=DarkRed]"It does not matter……………… I shall have control of what I seek……………………………………………… through any means…………………………"[/COLOR]
Satnak - Okay, let's see; while whatever's left of the League of Jerks is planning their counter I'll need to Find Y/R/P.
Kithle - Okay people, here are the Plans for this time around, Caralot thanks for getting the Squirrels those trained Ocelots, and those tiny saddles. Sa'vor, Try not to kill them, Satnak, you're on Sakura detail. Terra, Kanatash, keep that little bugger Volrath out of the way. Please, contrary to popular belief I don't enjoy sucking out people's spinal columns.
Volrath is wandering through his mind.
Volrath: Why am I doing this? Why am I submitting to a fey? What part of me did this? Why am I compelled to do her bidding? Why does it feel like I'm planning something?
A Volrath made entirely of shadow walks up behind him.
Shadow: Don't worry. We aren't submitting.
Volrath: Then why are we doing this? Why does a part of my mind know more than the whole?
Shadow: I am a very special part. Remember? You made me to keep secrets. Plans you didn't want other to get from reading your mind. You subconsciously make store the plans in me until the time is right. Just be assured, you are not submitting.
Volrath: Fine.
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