Forgotten Freedom:44
Terra: Hey, Kithle. *tosses him a bag*
Kithle: Isn't this...gold?
Terra: Yeah...
Kithle: Ok, what are you up to? You don't just give people gold.
Terra: Consider it a consulting fee. You've helped me out enough, you deserved it. You really should think about charging for your services more often.
Kithle: Hmmm...I could use something to supplement the pittance Jarlot gives me...
Terra: You'll still have to get Jarlot to give you a pass off ship. He's being stubborn again. The whole obsession with Aerith.
Kithle: *sigh* Can't I just go on vacation? Does relaxation have to be an arduous task every time?
Kanatash is hidding in a personal pocket dimension which he has completely sealed off.
Kanatash: Ok, deep, calming, breaths. They can't get me here, I'm completely sealled off now. I just need to figure out what to do now. I suppose I could just stay here and wait for reality to end but thats going to get old really fast. What I need is some way to find and destroy the origional crystal...
Silver and crow suddenly appear in a flash of light
Crow: It won't be quite that simple.
Kanatash: I'd ask how you got in here but when you've spent as much time around madness as I have you start to take these things for granted. Anyways, care to elaborate on that last statement?
Silver: Crystal's consciousness is no longer limited to one body. That is why you have been unable to kill her all these years. Her consiousness resides in each and every one of her thralls.
Kanatash: So you're saying to actually kill her, I need to kill every single one of her thralls?
Crow: Close, but not quite. Everytime one of her thralls is killed she transforms some poor fool out in the world into a new thrall. So you not only have to kill every single one of them, you also need to kill them all at exactly the same moment or her consciousness will jump to a new body each time you kill one.
Kanatash: That does make things rather difficult. I'm going to need some serious supplies to pull this off. (absentmindedly opens a portal out of the pocket dimension) I wonder where I should start... SWEAT JAELA, WHAT HAVE I DONE!
Thousands of Crystals who had been milling around outside the portal's opening suddenly turn.
Crystal: LIKE, KANATASH! WE LIKE LOVE YOU KANATASH!
Kanatash: ( :censored: the next several minutes of the monologe have been censored due to the fact that anyone reading them would be highly offended by their obcenity and then likely driven out of their mind. We apoligize for the incovenance. :censored: )
Kanatash manages to reseal the portal before too many Crystals pour through and then mathodically slaughters each and every one of them as Silver and Crow watch.
Kanatash: (now covered in gore) What I want to know is how these things got on the ship in the first place. I've been very careful to make sure she never found out that I live here.
Crow: You can thank Jarlot for that.
Silver: Yeah, I believe it was his idea of revenge for forcing him to give you and Kithle raises. Even we're not sure how he found out about her in the first place.
Kanatash: :twitch:
Crow: (to Silver) I think we should leave now...
Silver: Yeah, this isn't going to be pretty...
Silver and Crow vanish in a flash of light. Kanatash remains standing in place for several more minutes as his face slowly contorts into a visage of rage and hatred. Suddenly something seems to snap inside him and rends apart the pocket dimension. The Crystal's outside begins screaming and swarming but as soon as they come within a few feet of Kanatash they simply pop like soap bubbles. Kanatash suddenly takes off, moving faster than the speed of sound, and leaving a sonic boom which reduces the nearby Crystals into pulped meat. As he moves reality litteraly ripples from his passage and his rage is litterally palpable.
Kanatash: (screaming so loud that everyone on Eberron can hear him and some that aren't) [SIZE=7]JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRLLLLL OOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!![/SIZE]
( Jarlot hides under the bed in his quaters, after hearing two of the most evil beings on the ship calling for his blood, Jarlot is scared, very scared. he knows they'll find him here, but what else could he do? he's no where near drunk enough to jump of the ship... and even then Kantash would find him. then he figured he could make slip hide him. but she'd just turn him over to Sa'vor and film what happens... Jarlot had seen what Sa'vor did to those redshirts after he'd turned good and if he was lucky Sa'vor would only do that to him. but Kantash on the other hand *shuder* he'd spent a thousand years being tourtured compared to Sa'vors mere 30. and what had happened to Kantash had turned him insane.. Sa'vor had just got splir personalities and after they'd assembled into one mind... well... lets just say they're not the kindist of people. "chose the lesser of two evils..." Jarlot had once been told. these two where as bad as each other, one is a traitor whom plots world domination aswell as being perhaps the most bloodthirsty and violent person on the ship ASWELL as knowing secrets beyond mortal minds. the other was a psycopath whom has millions of ways of causing pain and enjoys mind games and psycological torture *shudder* Jarlot had seen what happened to the Thranish admiral and he'd heard his screams of pain. and he'd heard Sa'vors screams when it was Kantash's turn to torture him not long ago. Jarlot Shrugged, there was no way out of this... unless.... they'd fight each other to get to tourture him, then one of them would be weakned and he could defeat them with his mastery of swords... it was risky but well, its was either that or be tourtured. just as jarlot began to come out from under the bed the door exploded and in its shadow stood Sa'vor, his eyes burning with unholy fury. at seeing his captain cowering under the bed sa'vor smiled) Sa'vor: greetins Jarlot, i belive you know why im here
Jarlot: *whimper*
Sa'vor: im going to do such horribly evil things to you your very mind will be shattered, the gods will cry tears of pity for your horribly evicerated form and then... im going to give you the very illness that i suffer from; Phorphiric Heamophillia Mabranus. then you'll enjoy the very agony of every second of life that i enjoy. how does that sound?
Jarlot: But wont i be dead before then?
Sa'vor: (evil smile even more scary) oh no, you'll be alive through the whole thing, and guess what. im going to make sure you dont die, how does that sound?
Jarlot: Bad
Sa'vor: ITS SUPPOSED TO BE BAD! ( sa'vors voice takes on that horrible echoy feeling that only truly terrible being have) *ahem* of course its bad, its worse that that though, its diabolical.
( Kantash rockets through the floor, he then hovers above the floor) Kantash: dear captain, i've got somthing for you....
Jarlot: what is it?
Kantash: your going on holiday with me, wont that be nice?
Jarlot: where?
Kantash: back to my masters ... for a thousand years, your going to endure the greatest agony. greater than even i had
Sa'vor: *ahem*
Kantash: yes?
Sa'vor: i believe i got here first, so that means my tourture is before yours.
Kantash: but when he's like you he'll be more resistant to the pain
Sa'vor: yes but if you whent first he wouldnt be able to expierence the pain i'll inflict
Kantash: true... perhaps we can sort this out in the usual way ...
Sa'vor: so be it!
Jarlot: YES! A DUEL !
Sa'vor: dont be stupid...
Kantash: then you could finish us off ...
Sa'vor: we're having...
Kantash and Sa'vor: a Thumb war !
Jarlot: youre joking right ?
Sa'vor: no, its traditional
Igor: yeth, it ith mathter Jarlot, itth traditonal for evil villainth to have thumb warth instead of duelling
Jarlot: your messing with me
Igor: no really
Sa'vor: we're doing nothing of the sort, oh and if your try and run. slip will kill you before you can get out of the door
