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(Somewhere in the dark fortress dimension belongin to Sa'vor; somthing is awakineing)  

(A huge cilinder filled with green liquid is surrounded by all manner of scientific equipment and a lightning rod. occult symbols are drawn around it and a large control panel covered with mabran runes glows omminusinly. Sa'vor wearing his black cloak and lab goggles works furiously switchin levers and pushin buttons on other keypads, A huge bolt of arcane energy strikes the tube. a black figure in the tube is illuminated. his feral and bulky appearence shows great strenght and ferocity. Sa'vor runs over to the mabran key pad and hits the "Life" rune. another bolt of arcane energy strikes the figure whom twitches. a third bolt strikes and the glass shatters, the green liquid drenches the room but doesnt affect any of the equipment. Sa'vor smiles from his platform as the black scaled halfdragon stands there)  

'''Sa'vor''': Its alive ! ITS ALIVE! (maniacle laughter).  

'''Sa'vor''': You are the first of a new generation! After my army was decimated I began to build them anew, and now, I have created you. The greatest of my serveants. Capable of leading my forces in the name of the future emporer.

'''Half-dragon''': What is my name father?  

'''Sa'vor''': In times of old, we, the half dragons where created through acts of love or rape or even experiments. Our blood lines would become weaker and weaker with each new generation. We were not a species.  

'''Sa'vor''': My son, we are now our own species, no longer part of another species, no longer second class citizens. We are strong, we are true. We shall make our own civilisation along side the illithids

'''Sa'vor''': The illithids are our lords, we shall serve them and along side them we shall grow strong and prosperous. We shall march and proclaim our lords name.  

(In an hour Feal-thas folllows Sa'vor, he is dressed in black armour like ebony. Its excuisitly made and mabran and arcane runes glow along it, Sa'vor leads them along a dark corridor to a balacany, below them is a huge pit. Along the sides of the pit thousands more of the tubes glow with an emerald light. Feal-thas gaspes)  

'''Sa'vor''': Excellent, I knew you wouldnt disappiont me.

'''Jacob Hunter''': You've ruined my life...AGAIN!

'''Aerith''': Yes but no one believes a 9 year old with superpowered bacteria who went onto be a psycho is the Chosen One, so they're looking for other candidates. Jarlot's whole "destiny" to rule everything also applies to his wife.

Five year old Aerith, wearing a miniature version of her clothes in the present day complete with flower basket is playing with her barbie

'''Aerith''': Well Tifa gets a little rough during sex....Jarlots the only one to ever survive.

'''Kithle''': My word Sa'vor their bloody brilliant.

'''Kithle''': Though I do wish we had a species worthy of commanding them. Honestly, Sa'vor you know as well as I the IIthilid have already failed. We need rulers who will build a new empire not merely re-enact a failed experiment. I severely doubt this ithilid empire you wish to bring about will be ruled by actual ithilids. More than likely it will be run by my descendants and the descendants of those who aid my rise to power, and frankly I'm only half-flayer, and the rest of the flayers are arrogant, jumped up worms.

'''Kithle''': I'm saying this ithilid empire you want so bad may only have one ithilid bloodline amongst the ruling class, Mine. Though technically you might call that an Ithilid EMpire. Anyway I trust they are not limited to arcane energies, therre must be a few here with psionic potencial or shadow magic capabilities. Ah yes those 3 and that tube on the end, very nice work. I trust your going to let me in on thier training I need to make sure they know what kind of hellion I am as a commander. (sneaky eye gleam)

'''Sa'vor''': If you must. Wait a minute I know that gleam your about to be a total bastard.

'''???''' : Let go of these feelings. They are not for you. Only by letting go of these things, can you achieve your birthright.

'''Volrath''' : But I truely love these things.

Norbaz scoffed as he pushed the cart through the halls of the Forgotten Freedom...someone would pay for this. He was a cooky, a chef, a master of the kitchen. Yeah he dished food out in the mess hall but this was inexcusable as far as he was concerned.

New Rule # ????: If a crewmember has not shown up for meals in two weeks or has not been seen in five days, the responsibility to have meals brought to those crewmembers rooms falls to whoever at the time is subordinate under the Cooky foor KP duty, if no one is assinged to KP duty, the responsibility falls upon the Cooky.

'''Norbaz''': ARGH! What in khyber?

Chucking a bowl of fresh chili at the frozen door, the wood splinters, cracks, and steams before falling away. Inside is the crystal coccon filling most of the room. Norbaz stands there a moment, mouth agape at this sight. Realizing that this was beyond his scope to deal with, he went off in search of those who might know...or in this case, one who might know.

'''Norbaz''': Yes, actually. Well, on the list today was Volrath...and, well. You've known him a long time, and I think you need to take a look at this.

Shortly, Norbaz has brought Terra to Volrath's room. Due to the open door, many curious Redshirts got to close for too long, and are now shattered or semi shattered piles of crystal.

'''Norbaz''': Argh...I'm probably gonna get stuck with cleaning this mess.

'''Terra''': Quite...this is...quite fascinating...and very important. I think it would be wise to start gathering the casters still onboard.

'''Terra''': Everyone...this is important, and we'll need everyone we can to ensure Volrath survives as we knew him...and if we cannot, ensure that we are able to walk away from this alive.

Igor is standing in on the balcony of the pit overlooking Sa'vor's halfdragon army.

'''Igor''': Have you monologued a thpeach about your viewth on half dragonth that thounds like you had way too mutch time to come up with it?

'''Igor''': It'th tho nithe to thee tradithion mantained.

A throbbing backbeat eminates from below the decks of the Forgotten Freedom.

'''Klaz''' : Sounds like a swordtooth getting frisky, mate! Reminds me of this time out in the Talenta plains... I was huntin' around for a swordtooth with a stunning Shiela and...

'''Volrath''' : Look, It got him to stop calling me "mate" and got him out of where he doesn't belong, so lets go see what "Elvis" wants, alright...

'''Jarlot''' : Who's the king baby?

'''Ketler''' : You are sir.

'''Jarlot''' : Thass right, I'm the king baby! Uh HUH!

'''Silence''' : That singing, like, totally ruined my day. I am so going to have to read some of Devon's poetry to cheer myself up. OMG, why does the captain have to do it today? I mean, it's like totally the three week anniversery of finding out my adolescent crush that I've stalked for 12 years was, like, a multiple personality. Is Jarlot, like heartless or something?

'''Ketler''' : No,no, it's much simpler. This is a ploy to get his ex to divorce him. He's feigning insanity to get back into the "Happy Place for Overenthusiastic People", thus getting rid of Tira.

'''Ketler''' : Nah, I just thought about the raw destructive force of Jarlot's singing, and I was experimenting with maximizing Ghost Sound at the time, so I had the brilliant idea of combining the two. You see, Maximizing Ghost Sound and using Jarlot singing as the base sound... well basically it's a lot like combining shatter, earthquake, and insanity into one convientient package. And it's only a fourth level spell. I wonder what happens when I empower it too... hmm...

'''Terra''': I must apologise. I hadn't realized how hard you were taking my affection for Lisa. If it means anything to you, I never intended to leave you alone.

'''Silence''': Shouldn't the Uber-***** be here incase things get freaky.

'''Terra''': Somehow thats even worse.

'''Norbaz''': Tell me about it, I haven't had a decent night sleep since she got here Always wants more chili. I think she's addicted.

'''Kithle''': Feck that, thats the kind of outdated thinking that gets the dealkyr, the quori, and the Churches messed up. If we want them to be truly powerful they have to understand that they have a responsibility to decide for themselves what must be done.

'''Feal-Theas''': Um Kithle, something is lurking on the edge of perceeption.

'''Kithle''': O dear I forgot about Volrath again. See mortal fallacy right there, thaks Feal. Bye

(Rushes to scene of volraths cacoon)

(telepathy) Satnak Get up here things are gonna get messy  

'''Kithle''': Just hurry to the mess outside Volrath's quarters. (end telepathy) I swear she is addicted to that stuff, and its not even terra's happy juice varients.

'''Silence''': Whats up eyeballs

'''Kithle''': Can't believe i wasn't invited.

'''Old dwarf lady''': yes its quite the occasion i just wish i could meet their mother.

'''Bruce''': Ummm it's about the Illithids onboard.

'''Bruce''': Well all of the survivors have defected...well nearly all of them...to A.R.C.H.N.E.M.E.S.I.S.

'''Bruce''': Listen, I'm from Sarlona. Squid is considered a delicacy there....

'''Bruce''': I'd feel more bad about it if they weren't so gosh darn tasty....err I mean evil.