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In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby MillietheWarrior » 11/03/2009 12:19 AM




“So they don’t know?”

“Nope.”

“And the girls are keeping it a surprise?”

“Yep.”

“Your not very talkative today. That’s odd for you. Something on your mind, vod?”

“Just can’t…Shake this weird feeling I have. You know, like the feeling you get right before you go into battle? It’s like that but…I don’t know. Can’t place it.”


Corr turned slightly to Kom’rk as he spoke, frowning slightly, hands in his pockets as the two strolled down the street. A few passerby shot them odd stares; no doubt because the two Clones looked so much alike. If it wasn’t for the few odd scars criss-crossing Kom’rk’s face and neck, and the slight glint of metal between the arm of the jacket and Corr’s pocket, it would’ve have been very difficult to tell them apart. As it was, most of the civilians just wrote them off as twins; brothers out for a day together, just enjoying each others company. They wouldn’t have been too far off with their guessing. Corr and Kom’rk were ‘brothers’ of sorts. But it was not because they had the same mother or father; it was because they were cloned from the same man. An odd concept among most Evelonians, and both had found it took most people quite some time to adjust to their uniqueness.

So, it had gotten to a point where they didn’t bother with explanations anymore about their armor, their language or their culture and origins. They just stuck with their small circle of friends and family; people who knew them, who knew all about their soldiering life, and who accepted them for who they were. It was all just easier that way. It was also partly the reason the two were in the small town near Prudii’s base. Ruach and Chayah had set up a day for the two of them to spend with their families. Ruach, Corr’s wife, had decided that, since Corr would be on leave for a few days, it would be nice for them to have a rare, but precious, family outing. And of course, once Chayah had heard that Kom’rk was also at the base and had a few days leave, she’d very nearly pounced on him and forced him to come. Kom’rk didn’t mind; he was looking forward to seeing her again. The few snatched comlink messages, letters, and small care packages they sent to one another never seemed to be enough.

He really missed her; it seemed like he was the only one who didn’t get to see his girlfriend at all. Corr was lucky enough to be able to sneak off from time to time to spend time with his family; but Kom’rk was a lieutenant. He had responsibilities that Corr did not, and it was harder for him to make time for Chayah. He also felt a little bad; he often mentally complained about not being able to see her, but his brothers who had families, like Jaing, seemed to have even less time than him. So Kom’rk spent his days taking on extra duties to free up some of Jaing or Corr’s time and allow them more time to spend with their children and wives. Even if he was doing something good for his brothers, he still wished he could see Chayah more often. Kom’rk was shaken from his thoughts as Corr nudged him slightly, brilliant pink eyes watching him with amusement shining in their depths. “You are one distracted guy,” he said, chuckling. “I guess seeing Chayah again has your head spinning, huh?”

Kom’rk managed a strained smile; to be honest, he was nervous about seeing her again after all their time apart. He had no illusions about her having some other guy on the side, and he wasn’t worried about anyone stealing her away; she knew he cared about her, and vice versa. But he was still nervous about seeing her after being apart for so long; what if neither of them knew what to say? “Yeah…Spinning might be an apt term to describe what I’m feeling. But the spinning is more in my stomach; I’m a little nervous, to be honest.” Corr’s smile went from amused to understanding; he knew how hard it could be to see the girl you cared about after so long apart. It had happened to him as well; of course, he came away with three lovely children after seeing Ruach again and granted, that was…really shaky and nerve-wracking. He doubted Kom’rk had anything like that to worry about, or that it would be as hard for him to see Chayah again, but still…He sympathized.

“Ah, no worries, vod. You and I both know she’s crazy about you. And regardless of how long it’s been since you saw her…Once you see her again, it’ll be like you were never apart to begin with.” Kom’rk eyed his brother skeptically, before shaking his head. “Getting married made you not only smarter, but romantic as well. Sometimes I wonder what happened to ‘Trooper Corr, the Lady’s Man,’” he joked. Corr snorted, shaking his head as he looked vaguely amused. Kom’rk watched him steadily with his own dark magenta eyes as his brother ran a metallic hand over his hair and then shoved it back into his pocket as a woman stopped to stare at him. “‘Trooper Corr, The Lady’s Man’ is long gone. Now it’s ‘Commando Corr, Happily Married.’” He laughed out loud, and Kom’rk joined in as the two walked casually down the street to meet their respective families.

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Jaing tapped his foot impatiently.

He stared at the wall, a pristine sheet of white that mockingly hovered in front of his eyes. He’d only been gone from home for five days, but already, he was becoming jittery. He hated leaving Amala and the children alone. It wasn’t as if he worried about their safety; his home was pretty much one of the safest around, considering it was pretty much swarming with beasts with fangs, courtesy of his daughter. No, Jaing just hated leaving his family, period. Not that he didn’t enjoy his time with his brothers when he was back on base. It was just that…Man he hated that wall. It was so white…so pristine…so…. “Gah!”

Jaing chucked his pen at the wall, angry at it for no apparent reason. Across the small office, Ordo nearly fell out of his chair as he heard his brother shout, and leapt to his feet, blasters in hand. “What is it?!” he demanded, red eyes glowing as he glanced around the room. His gaze landed on the pen, then the ink smear across the wall, and then Jaing’s sheepish expression. With a low growl, he shoved his blasters back into their holsters. Ordo was the only person Jaing had ever known that could holster a blaster exasperatedly. Ordo raised his eyebrows, folding his arms across his white and red striped armor, before he regarded Jaing with an impatient expression. “And the wall did…what to you, again?”

Jaing sighed, shaking his head, before he glanced at his red-eyed, red-streaked haired brother. “It…Uh…it was being too perfect?” he tried, knowing he sounded stupid for defending his argument with a wall. Ordo just looked; he had very eloquent eyebrows. “Perfect huh? Maybe we’ll paint it blue next time you visit. Or maybe polka dotted orange?” Jaing growled and tossed a clipboard at his brother for the reference to the paint job he and Amala had given his armor; a paint fight between them had resulted in orange splotched armor (Which had been fixed since that day). It’d been somewhat of a running joke with his brothers since then, especially Mereel and Ordo, who had seen it first hand. Ordo chuckled good naturedly, patting his brother on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, vod’ika. Only three more weeks and you can hack yourself into a ‘mission’ to some far off place so you can catch some time with your family.”

Jaing knew Ordo was comfortable talking about his brother's family in the confines of the small office; it was the only place in the base that wasn’t bugged for sound. The two of them had made absolute sure of that. Jaing sighed, tapping a finger against his thigh plate. “Yeah,” he murmured, lowering his head as he gathered his things back up and Ordo returned to his desk to continue flicking through a holoscreen. “Only three more weeks too many…”

[1, 60]

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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I]

Postby Kallile » 11/03/2009 8:13 PM


With a heavy sigh, Amala took one last count of everyone as they stood in front of the market place. It was the middle of the day, and most people were busy finding a bite for lunch or working. It also happened to be the best time to keep an eye on three children while shopping. She had forgone her summer look in favor of the changing season—a light teal cardigan sweater over a black and teal blouse and dark, fitted blue jeans mostly concealing a pair of black boots. Her stark white hair was pulled back into a loose braid; typical ‘mother’ wear. They were growing up quickly, but with three of them it was still quite a task for any one person to keep track of them. Her trained mother’s eye scanned over the small group behind her, the market to her back. Already the smells of some of the eateries were making her hungry and she knew it would affect the children too. Best to make this a quick trip before the convinced her to load up on junk foods.


There was Runi and Kai’tome, nearly side by side right behind her. And at the rear of the group was Kotep—the only child who had inherited his mother’s naturally snow white hair. Amala couldn’t help but smile as she watched him. In blue jeans and a plain tan long sleeved shirt under a tan and green patterned short sleeve shirt, arms folded across his chest as he silently watched his siblings, Amala couldn’t help but realize just how much of Jaing’s son he really was. Even his eyes screamed that he was Jaing’s son from the bright orange tone they held. Kai’s held the same hue, and Amala found it a comfort to have her husband’s eyes looking at her even when he wasn’t there. His sons were, and that would just have to be good enough until his next trip home. Kotep was the ‘man of the house’ when Jaing had to return to the base, and even at times like these he would flank his family to make sure everyone stayed together. Very mature, Amala thought, for a four year old.


Runi was busily fiddling with the hair tie around her wrist and moping. She had been made to leave Vega, her Khimera kitten, at home yet again. Her light, sandy blonde hair was pulled back in a braid much like her mothers, with a little tan sweater and dark blue jeans. The sweater looked decidedly fuzzier than the manufacturer had probably intended and Amala sighed inwardly. Her little ‘animal tamer’ had insisted on saying goodbye to every pet at the house, and in effect had brought a little bit of each pet to the market with her. Her upset blue eyes rose to meet her mother’s reassuring ones and she looked away. Vega never got to come anywhere with her…

With a sighing smile as she held out her hands for the two closest to her to take, Amala smiled at her small brood of children.

”Everyone ready?”

Runi reluctantly took Amala’s hand, and then an instant later released her in favor of clutching onto the fabric of her jeans. She was, after all, still upset about her kitten being home alone.

”Yes…”

Kotep took a step forward, looking behind him suspiciously. Daddy had always said keep your guard up…but he had also said his next trip home he would start training them how to do that. He wasn’t sure how to keep up a guard, but the eldest son was going to give it a valiant attempt.

“Uh huh, ready Mama.”

Smiling softly to them, Amala was quick to lead them towards a sweets store. Jaing tended to help clear them out on his visits home, and with a booming farm they were only in need of things they couldn’t grow. Everyone was still a little down after Jaing’s most recent departure…some sweets to munch on while she focused on the actual shopping was a sure-fire way to cheer them up.

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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I]

Postby Jessari » 11/03/2009 9:00 PM

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Ruach's grey eyes roved the streets and nearby buildings as they walked through the small, unfamiliar town. Well, she, Jori, and Oyala were walking; what Chayah was doing came closer to prancing, and she was dragging poor Lee along with her. It didn't look as though Lee minded, judging by the great smile that spread across her face and the occasional chuckle.

The dark-haired woman watched her sister and her youngest daughter dart from shop to shop, peering in windows and pausing to browse the outdoor stands that spotted the sidewalks. The little girl had yet to hit her growth spurt, and looked as if she were much younger than her 7 years. She held onto Chayah with one small hand, clutching Kandosii, her teddy, to her chest with the other. The teddy itself would have made her appear younger, but one look at her solemn eyes would reveal a maturity that ran surprisingly deep.

Jori and Oyala walked on either side of her, grasping her hands securely, and she knew Corr would be proud of how much they had grown. Her heart performed an impromptu jig at the thought. It had been too long since she had seen her husband, far too long for her liking. It seemed that the time between visits stretched out into eternity, and the few days they shared were over in a heartbeat. But, she mused, that was probably what every woman who had a loved one in the army thought. Only a few more minutes until they reached the meeting place. Only a few more minutes until she saw Corr. Her steps quickened, and only by making a great effort did she keep from breaking into a jog.

Meanwhile, Chayah chattered on and on in Balisarda's mind, talking about anything from the weather to the school project she was helping her niece with at home. Anything but the real reason they were here. If she even began thinking about that, she would begin to babble, and would probably reveal the secret too early. This would be the first time she'd seen Kom'rk in person since their first meeting, and although they'd kept in touch, it hadn't been nearly enough to satisfy her.

Lee, look! A candy shop! Pulling gently, yet insistently on her niece's arm, she tugged her over to the store. She could almost smell the sugar from here. Balisarda glanced inside, then up at her aunt with a hopeful look on her face. Chayah looked over her shoulder at Ruach, turning a similar expression directed towards her. With a sigh and a playful roll of her eyes, Ruach nodded, and the five of them entered the shop. As much as she wanted to get to the meeting place quickly, they did have a few minutes to spare. Besides, Chayah was probably thinking the same thing she was: their soldier boys wouldn't mind a little treat or two.

Several minutes later, they were on their way again, each child with a small bag of assorted candy in hand. Chayah carried a plastic bag of 'back-up sweets', as she told the children. Can't wait to give these to the boys, she said, laying a hand on Ruach's wrist. Ruach smiled, motioning her forward. Then let's get there before any of it melts.
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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I]

Postby Flame » 11/08/2009 1:48 AM

Unbeknownst to the families happily wandering through the marketplace, unnoticeably over-keen eyes watched their every movement, tracking them carefully through the crowded, bustling bazaar. They lurked at every corner, from within every shop: No one was any the wiser to their presence though; after all, they were very good at what they did. A lifetime of training could deceive even the most perceptive of eyes and wits, and these people were known for being the best in their profession. They weren’t just men either – oh no, a good number of them were women as well. So very few people appreciated just how valuable the abilities of a woman could be in the most unlikely of circumstances, but their benefactor certainly was wiser than the run-of-the-mill mastermind. These…agents, for lack of a better word, passed through the throngs of people, melting in with effortless ease; a happy family, a lone window-shopper, a loving couple…These were professionals in their field of expertise, and their concerns were theirs alone: They would do any work for any person who could afford to pay the right price, and that, one could be more than certain, did not come at a low fee.

At this very given moment, the families in question were in no immediate danger…yet. That was all going to change though, and very, very soon. All it would take was one single word, and so many worlds would be shattered, turned inside out.
All with one word.

Intense silver eyes regarded the screen before them, which was composed of countless other, smaller screens that made up a sizeable panel of flickering, ever-changing images and digital text. Around her buzzed the hustle and bustle of a facility that, on first glance, seemed something similar to that of a secret government agency, or at least the kinds seen on TV, all papers, technology, bright lights, chatter – both loud and hushed, and the incessant light-show of myriad computer and TV screens, each displaying its own unique image that conveyed information only decipherable to those who made it their job to study them. The slim, unnaturally attractive silver-haired woman seemed out of place in this crowded space (well, perhaps not, if it had truly been a TV drama), but at the same time, it seemed as if she was more in tune with the ongoings than many of her colleagues who milled about the facility. She appeared to be fixed on her task, whatever that might be, as she monitored the flickering screens, her attention never wavering, even when a clumsy worker managed to tip a metal trolley stacked with papers over right next to her, eliciting a loud, resounding crash of metal upon stone as sheaves of documents went flying everywhere. To most other people, this barrage of endless live-feed would have been far too much for a single person to take in all at the same time, but it didn’t seem to pose any problem for the calm, unshakeable young woman as her gaze took in each of the screens, never missing a beat.

The only time she seemed to pause, if briefly, was when she sensed that eerie, prickling sensation on the back of her neck that told her she wasn’t alone. The break in concentration seemed to take only a fraction of a second though, before her eyes continued to rove over the panel, unphased. ”You. Out.” The voice was commanding, and gave no space for argument. Zion heard a jumbled apology and hurried scrabbling as the blundering employee who had made a mess of the papers scrambled to make a quick exit before lasting punishment could be dealt him. There was a moment of silence. ”Can I help you, sir?” The young woman’s voice was cool, her tone even as she addressed the man whom she could not currently see, but knew was standing over her shoulder. Another lull. ”Alert the agents that we will be taking action in short time, and to assume their positions.” That spine-chilling voice was enough to send shivers down her back, but she maintained her impassive façade, a product of natural talent as well as training, her gaze never leaving the screens before her. ”Very good, sir.”

She listened as his retreating footsteps receded, vanishing once more into the cacophony of action taking place around her. The panels flashing before her showed a marketplace, buzzing with activity as shoppers milled through the streets, most of which were focused on two particular points in the area at various angles. Silver eyes remained unwaveringly emotionless as they regarded the two families fixed on the screens before her, but in her mind, her unspoken thoughts were screaming injustice at the wrong that was about to be committed under her watch. Whatever her personal thoughts were though, she could not do anything to disrupt the scheme – her involvement would be far too obvious, and her cover blown if she were to ruin this mission, since the boss was keeping very close tabs on all of the ongoings. After all, this was a crucial step in his ploy…whatever that was. That was what Zion was here for though: Word had leaked out that Dr. Torquil Donovan had some sort of scheme underway, and thus, she had been planted here in an attempt to try and figure out what his plans were. So far though, despite how far they already were into the plan, he hadn’t given away any vital information, which meant that the doctor was all the more wily of an opponent than they initially might have judged him for. But the innocent families though…Zion shook herself mentally – she could not let her own sentiments get in the way of her duty. After all, this long-awaited leap of action could be what she had been waiting for for the past several months, and for all she knew, this could be the break that they had all been waiting for to finally bring the diabolical Donovan, and eventually his ‘mistress’ down. Shoving all emotion from her thoughts, Zion steeled herself as she eyed the screens, flicking on her com-link as she prepared to contact the “ground forces”. A moment later, the long-aniticipated signal from the doctor. Transmitting the signal to all of the hidden links amongst the busy crowds in the marketplace, she said one single word. "Go."

Back in the square, everything erupted into chaos in the blink of an eye. The previously calm, milling crowd suddenly exploded into a flurry of action and confusion as the covert agents finally blew their cover, acting so quickly that most of the crowd had no time to react to the abrupt frenzy. It seemed that countless previously-innocent people had leapt into action, outnumbering the families at least a good four to one (Donovan was not one to take unneccessary chances) as each group headed for their designated target. Since the 'thugs' had been dressed to pass as civilians though, it was difficult to distinguish between friend and foe, at least for the people outside of those involved in the plot. It gave the attackers an upper hand, at least to begin with. The immediate objective was to capture the children - after all, they were more valuable to the doctor, and with them held captive, there was a much better chance of the mothings "coming quietly" if their family was in immediate danger.

Discreetly disguised weapons flicked into sight, ranging from blades to clubs to guns, and even the occasional taser. As the attack force converged on their quarry, another unit moved to secure the area around them, keeping the panicking crowd back and forming a solid barrier between them and the intended targets. Although many weapons were wielded, very few were used to inflict serious damage: Their orders had been specifically to bring their victims in alive. If they put up too much of a resistance though, the agents would not hesitate to take harsher measures (despite the fact that the people they were detaining were women and children) to incapacitate them.
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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I]

Postby MillietheWarrior » 11/08/2009 3:25 AM


Kai’tome followed happily along behind his small family. Kotep brought up the rear, with Kai in the middle, and Runi up front, clinging to Amala. Kai thought Runi was being a bit of a crybaby, but he’d never say a word about it. He liked Vega well enough, but the metallic kitten was always leaving fur all over his good clothes, and he had a really hard time picking it off. His little hands fisted at his sides, opening and closing in a nervous habit he’d picked up from his uncle Ordo. He kept glancing over his shoulder, as if to reassure himself that Kotep was still there. Kai never did do very well with crowds; he was too timid and shy to really be able to cope with the masses of people. It always seemed to put a strain on his young nerves when he went to town with his mother; it often took a call from his father via comlink to calm him down fully enough to sleep the same night.

Kai’s eyes roved over the streets and he shuddered slightly, still nervous about being out in public. But when Amala began to steer them towards a sweet shop, he instantly perked up. Sweets were his favorite, especially strawberry flavored candy. In fact, strawberry-anything was okay in Kai’s books. “Yes, mama,” Kai responded dutifully as Amala asked if the small family was ready. He couldn’t wait to eat one of those strawberry flavored candies and- Kai’s thoughts were cut off as the small market they were walking through erupted into chaos. His eyes went wide as men and women in different clothes came rushing towards their small family. He froze, body going absolutely still. His first thought was to run the opposite way, but then another, stronger thought overtook his instincts, and he remembered his mother and his sister and his brother, all of whom would need protecting.

But Kai was so small, and those people were so big…And they were rushing towards them, getting closer. Wicked looking tasers and weapons hung from their belts and filled their hands. Kai felt his heart skip a beat, and watched in horror as one of the men reached out to grab at Runi. With a ferocity he didn’t know he had, Kai snarled and leapt at the man, latching onto his arm with both tiny arms, digging his slightly pointed teeth into the man’s skin. The man howled in pain, shaking his arm like he was trying to dislodge a pest. Kai held on stubbornly, squeezing his eyes shut and holding on for dear life. Maybe this would buy his mother and sister time to run, at the very least. Kai knew it’s what his father would’ve done.

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Oyala had a firm hold of her mother’s hand as they stepped into the sweet shop. Although she wasn’t much for candy, she knew Jori had a very large sweet tooth. So Oyala suffered through the small trip, rolling her eyes briefly as she flung her long braids over her shoulder. She bounced along beside her mother, gently tugging on her hand every once in a while to remind her that the sweet shop was not her favorite place. The trip didn’t last very long and they were in and out before she had much time to blink. But Oyala was quite happy to come out with a bag of butterscotch candy anyways; her favorite. Jori, meanwhile, was happily munching his way through a chocolate bar, a small bag of gumdrops held in one hand as he strolled along beside his mother. He looked around Ruach to observe Oyala, and when she wasn’t looking, he snatched one of her candies and popped it into his mouth.

Oyala, of course, knew very well what he’d done, but pretended to pay it no mind. She smiled up at Ruach, about to ask where they were going, when a horrible screech made her nearly drop her bag of candy. Jori looked alarmed as the crowd burst into a chaotic mass of moving people, various occupants breaking free and rushing towards the small family. “Momma!” Jori cried, tugging on Ruach’s hands. He watched in wide-eyed horror as the large thugs, men and women both, advanced towards them, weapons in hand. Oyala growled and, as one of the men came close, chucked her entire bag of butterscotch at him. The man seemed un-phased by the candy as it hit him square in the face, and reached out to grab Oyala’s arm roughly in his.

The little girl snarled, fighting and kicking as she struggled against his grip. Jori watched, horrified, as the man brought a taser down on Oyala’s neck. She cried out, and immediately slumped to the ground, eyes fluttering as she slipped out of consciousness. Jori was torn between staying with Ruach and racing to help Oyala. “M-momma!” he cried again, looking around for Chayah and Lee in the chaos. His attention, however, was drawn back to the mass of a crowd as two more men began to advance on he and his mother. Jori forgot his gumdrops, and the bag clattered to the ground as the brightly colored balls of candy scattered all over the pavement.

[12, 12]

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“You hear that, vod?”

“Sounds like screaming.”


Corr and Kom’rk exchanged a look, pink and dark purple eyes flashing as they immediately took off at a run. Anytime there was screaming, it was automatically a bad sign. And for two soldiers hard-wired to respond on a moments notice, it was a very, very bad sign. They knew what preceded and followed the screaming. Their hearts beat with dread as their boots thudded on the pavement. Frightened civilians were running in the opposite direction, occasionally plowing into or clipping the two running Clones. There were shrieks and shouts coming from up ahead. Corr felt his heart freeze in his throat; that was the direction that Ruach and his small family were in. Corr urged his legs to go faster, pushing himself to the limits as he began to ease ahead of Kom’rk. His fellow Clone piled on the speed as well, and the two were racing at nearly breakneck speeds as they sprinted towards the commotion. But they never got there.

Each of them plowed into two men, three of them holding what looked like tasers and clubs. Shab,” Kom’rk spat, and he instantly knew that whatever the commotion was, it involved Chayah, Ruach, and Corr’s small family. The men glowered darkly at the clones, carefully folding their arms. “Sorry, friends. The road has been blocked off. Construction zone and all.” Corr thought that was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard as he stepped forward, metal hands and arms glinting as he narrowed his eyes. He wished they‘d brought their knives or blasters; as it was, they only had what they called ‘discreet body armor‘ under their clothes. “Well, sorry to disappoint you, friend, but we have special clearance. Step aside, or we’ll make you step aside.” Kom’rk stood beside Corr, his muscles tensing as he readied himself for a fight. The men regarded the two Clones carefully, before one of them seemed brave enough to break off from the pack. A second followed, and Corr and Kom’rk soon found themselves engaged in an all out fist to taser and club fight as the men swung and jabbed at them.

Corr dodged a particularly nasty swipe with one of the men’s large clubs, before ramming his metal arm into his stomach. There was a crunch, and both ribs and metal bent and broke as Corr drew his arm back, staring in shocked dismay at his mangled arm.Osik,” he snarled, before he was set upon by the second man, who wrapped his arms around his neck. Kom’rk had his own hands full, dealing with the second pair of men. Both had clubs and tasers in each hand, and Kom’rk was literally dancing to get away from them. How ironic--dancing; maybe he’d tell Chayah about this when he finally caught up with her later. He cried out as one of the tasers caught him on the arm. It instantly went limp, and he growled, narrowly avoiding a swipe from a club before shooting out a leg to catch one of the men in the knee. This was going to be one long fight.

[16, 47]

I love adventurous tales like that. That uplifting feeling that comes from seeing unknown lands and the knowledge that you came across—nothing can replace it! It opens a path from which self-confidence, experience, and important friendships—from the sharing of life or death situations—are born! But hearing it just isn’t the same. I want to create my own magnificent story!



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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby Jessari » 11/08/2009 9:24 PM

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When the screaming began, Ruach instinctively pulled her children closer to her, wide eyes searching for the source of the panic. She didn't have to search for long. Four people, three men and a woman, converged on her and her family. Her eyes flicked to the weapons in their hands, then up to gauge their cold expressions. She tried to position herself between her children and the attackers, but she was too slow; one of the men grabbed her daughter, and before she could react, Oyala lay on the ground, unmoving.

A ball of ice formed in the pit of her stomach, and Ruach felt her skin turn cold, thanks to a bit of magic inherited from her father. She'd used it on occasion, mainly to deter the occasional drunken bum that wouldn't take no for an answer, but it would take more to deter these people than just giving them a could shoulder. Her world narrowed to shut out the panicked crowd, until she could only see the attackers. She'd die before she let them harm her children further. Corr, where are you? she questioned, but Corr wasn't here. Ruach squared her shoulders, stepping fully in front of Jori to face them alone.

Jori, run. Now.

One of the men, club in hand, reached her first. Instead of shrinking away from him as he expected, Ruach darted forward to embrace him, wrapping one arm around his neck and another around his midsection. It only took a split second for her father's power to flow from her skin, enveloping the man in a freezing blanket that left his limbs rigid and chilled his skin.

When she stepped away from him, he collapsed, his skin turned a bluish-black from frostbite. Using that much power so quickly had drained her, left her feeling unsteady, and Ruach knew that she couldn't do it a second time. She had to provide a distraction, though, so her son would have a chance to escape. If she stalled long enough, maybe Corr and Kom'rk would find them before it was too late. She began to turn to face her next attacker...

Ruach never had a chance to complete her turn. The next attacker's club collided with her jaw, snapping her head back sharply. She was unconscious before she hit the ground.

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Call for them, Lee. I can't see them.

Chayah's hand tightened around Balisarda's as they scanned the mass of people running past. They had found a place of refuge pressed against the brick wall of a jewelry store, but Chayah's wandering had separated them from Ruach, Oyala, and Jori. Her heart beat hard against her ribs as she worried over her sister and her children. What in the world was going on? Please be safe, she begged inwardly.

"Over there, Aunti Chayah!"

She looked down to see Lee pointing to their left, and what she saw made her racing heart stop in its tracks. Strange men advanced upon her sister, and by the set of Ruach's shoulders, Chayah knew they were trouble. As she watched, Ruach dispatched one of the men, but was struck down by his partner. Ruach! she cried, although she knew she couldn't be heard by anyone but Lee.

Before she could start towards them, she discovered that the men weren't working alone. A pair of women and a man were making their way towards her and Lee. Chayah shrank against the brick wall, her eyes wide and frightened. Her heart fluttered, and as panic sent adrenaline through her system, she felt the pulse of power rise within her chest. As Ruach had inherited the power of ice from their father, she had inherited that of flame from her mother. Unlike Ruach, however, she'd only used hers once or twice. It frightened her, and on the rare occasion that she did use it, she found it nearly impossible to control. Yet it still rose within her during times of stress, asking to be called forth.

Now was one of those times, and the heat sang through her veins, but she resisted its call. The attackers spread out, cutting off any hope of escape. Kneeling upon the ground, Chayah pulled Lee into her arms, shielding the girl with her own body. Rough hands grabbed her, yanking her away from her niece. She struggled, cried out, but no one except her attackers could hear.

One of the women grabbed Lee, easily swinging her light form from the ground. With one arm around her midsection, and one hand over the child's mouth, she walked away. The man and the other woman, each holding one of Chayah's arms, began to drag her in the same direction. That was the final straw.

As she watched her niece manhandled, the panic within her was overtaken by an overwhelming anger that flooded her mind. In a heartbeat, the temperature of her skin escalated, and her attackers' grips loosened in surprise. Pulling her arms from their grip, Chayah reached to grab their hands with her own. Two more beats, and flames rose from her arms and hands, flames that jumped over the connection made by their hands to engulf her attackers.

The heat was intense, and even the panicked passersby paused at the mangled screams that were ripped from her attackers' mouths in tortured harmony. Releasing her grip, Chayah sank to her knees, breathless. She looked up, briefly meeting the wide-eyed gaze of the woman who held Lee. She staggered to her feet, ready to pursue, but the woman turned and disappeared into the crowd. Whoever these people were, they had taken her family, and she didn't think she could pursue them on her own. Where were Kom'rk and Corr?

She had to get help. Several people had stopped in surprise as she'd set flame to the man and woman, and she moved towards the closest, stretching out her hand to touch them, to ask for help. The man flinched, turned so quickly that he nearly knocked over the person behind him, and ran. Chayah stretched a pleading hand out to the next person, but he, too, fled. In seconds, she was left alone, given a wide berth even by those who hadn't seen what she had done.

Tears of frustration and anger streaked down her face, nearly sizzling on her unnaturally warm face. Why wouldn't they help her? A glance back at her handiwork gave her the answer. Her attackers were nothing but blackened bones and ashes, various-sized lumps of melted metal all that remained of buttons, belt-buckles, guns. She turned away from the sight, beginning to shake as the realization of what she had done finally sunk in. She had done what she had feared for most of her life. She had used her powers to kill, and it had been easier than she had thought.
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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby Kallile » 11/09/2009 9:53 PM

((First off--forgive the horrible spelling that is sure to follow. For one, Ishida has a basic Mac which means no word element--this is all straight to post. And Ishida's set-up is a high-sitting monitor and a low keyboard, two things I am not used to after years of working exclusively on a laptop. I'm doing my best...but please try and bear with me. ^^; ))

In an instant, everything around them was chaos.

Amala blinked, watching everything as it seemed to move in slow motion. Had something happened down the street? Her thoughts were originally naive--that these people were fleeing from danger. But all too quickly she realized that it was not reality--these people were rushing towards her and her children.

Before she could blink and take in the small crowd that must have numbered higher than a dozen, she saw Kai lunge at a man who had made a grab at Runi. She snapped back into the real-time chaos of things at the shrill sound of her daughters' scream and instinctively pulled the girl closer to her. Her eyes flew to Kai, hanging onto the mans' arm for his life and she found herself stunned.  Jaing had trained her, but not for this.

She never thought she'd need to fight, let alone fight off a small horde and protect three young children at the same time. She tried to gather herself, shoving Runi back towards Kotep. No--she couldn't stay attached. If she wanted her family to make it out of this she had to let them go and try to draw the focus as the biggest threat. A task which sent her stomach into an instant knot.

Keeping in mind these people had tasers and clubs, and she without her armor, she reached down and pressed the button on her comlink to Jaing. He was too far away to help her, but if he could hear what was happening maybe he could be here in time to save their children. She felt tears collect in ehr eyes at the thought that she might have seen her husband for the last time just a week ago.

Taking up the stance Jaing had taught her, she pulled back and threw most of her weight behind a fisted hand at the man whose arm Kai occupied. He was the main target for now--her son was in more immediate danger from him than anyone else. She felt her fist connect with his jawbone and heard the sickening crack--she closed her eyes to avoid seeing the carnage she had dealt. "Kai, go! Run!"

She reached down, trying to pull Kai away as the man stumbled backwards. She became keenly aware that something was wrong. She looked behind her to find Kotep, charging a club-weilding woman. She cursed the meaning of his name under her breath. Where, then, did that leave Runi?

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Runi was still screaming on the inside, but on the outside she was just panicked. Momma had pushed her into Kotep, and Kotep had pushed her towards an alley shortcut towards home. She wasn't sure what else to do, and there were men with tasers that zapped sickeningly trailing her. She wanted Vega here--she wanted Vash here. Any animal back home, she wanted with her now. They hadn't let her down yet, and even if they were as little as her they would have helped her.

She looked behind her, trying to see the how far behind her the bad men were. Daddy had told her to always try and find an adult if she was lost and scared...but these men were adults, and Runi had a sick feeling deep in the pit of her tummy that they were not chasing her to help her. She wanted her daddy to be home--he would have never let this happen. He would have scared all the bad men away with a single look. He would have...

She stumbled, tripping over a cluster of garbage as she found her eyes blurring with terrified tears. She scambled back to her feet, trying to regain her headstart. The mens' long legs won out, and she felt the sting of electricity flow through her little body. In a shriek, she collapsed to the ground.

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Kotep eyed the woman before him as another joined her, both grinned and smacked the clubs into their open palms teasingly. Dad had alwasys said it wasn't nice to hit girls. Kotep sure hoped Jaing would forgive him later.

As the first woman charged at him, Kotep ducked and rolled right under her, standing up and kicking at the back of her knee as she hurried to turn around and find him again. The woman yelped, dropping to the injured knee with a growl. Kotep felt the wind of the second womans club and heard it thud against the ground beside him as he narrowly dodged the second attack, whirling around to face her.

She hefted the club above her head again, ready to bring it down on him as her partner reached out to grab Kotep's ankle and hold him in place. The white-haired child gasped and dropped to his back--kicking and tossing whatever was close to his hands at the first woman in an attempt to make her let him go. He heard the wind from the cluub as it came raining down but never felt the blow.

Instead, what he saw was his mother and the second woman in a heap, battling over the club. "Kotep, I said run!" Amala almost snarled at him.

He blinked--he had never heard his mother sound more angry or more serious than now. He finally grabbed a handful of dirt and flung it into the first woman's eyes--picking himself up as he took off to find Runi. He didn't look behind him as his mother screamed--he only kept running to obey her wishes.

~*~

She couldn't have seen it coming. As she grappled for the club, the attacker's partner had reached to her belt to pull out a taser. Amala could only feel the currents ripple through her and hear the comlink sizzle and finally crack. The electric released her and she couldn't move--only try to catch her breath and hope Jaing had heard enough and had a long enough time to pinpoint where they were.

She knew one thing, though. One grim detail.

She was not leaving this place with her children...and right now, she didn't even know if they were alright.
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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby Flame » 11/10/2009 10:29 PM

The whole marketplace was utter chaos: People were running left and right, adding to the confusion, as no one could tell which direction the danger was coming from. The attackers didn’t seem to have any problems with navigating the overwhelming waves of human bodies though – they navigated them with the ease of years of practice, moving with the swiftness and coordination of a wolf pack. Despite the spontaneity and apparent turmoil of the assault, this move had been carefully orchestrated, planned weeks, perhaps even months in advance. They had only to wait for exactly the right moment…and that moment was now. The perimeter guard had successfully managed to maneuver the near-stampeding crowd away from the scene, although it didn’t take very much persuasion. It was amazing, what a few knives could do to move a mass of panicking people. With the area secured and a double-guard keeping tabs on the people in the crowd that still remained, the only thing left to do was to close-in on and capture the trapped quarry.

The attackers worked quickly and efficiently: They didn’t even seemed the least bit phased when their companions were incapacitated, or, on one occasion, either frozen or incinerated on the spot. They moved with cold deliberation, each fixed on his or her group’s target. In a sense, they were much like Mandos themselves: They would fight for any person, any cause, as long as they paid well enough for their skills. Death was simply a fact of life to these seemingly emotionless people – only the strongest, fittest and most cunning survived, and these men and women were some of the best ‘on the market’. If they had any qualms about attacking women and children, it didn’t show as they fell upon the two families, resorting to any and every method to incapacitate them.

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Back at the facility, Zion watched as the scene at the marketplace unfolded across the flickering panels before her eyes, the crowd erupting into pandemonium, people screaming, running in terror from the menaces that had suddenly appeared from within their midst. She had to fight to keep her expression blank as she saw the thugs set in on the two unsuspecting families, tearing the children from their parents, mercilessly incapacitating them. She saw the raw fear in the children’s’ eyes, and although she couldn’t hear any sound from the feeds, it wasn’t hard to tell what they were screaming. Zion felt as if she could almost feel every blow that the attackers landed on their victims, and despite her strong-willed nature, she could feel something in her shudder as she watched the injustice taking place. For a moment, she had to shut her eyes, close out the images flashing before her, unable to watch any more. Was all this suffering really worth it? Was it really for the ‘greater good’? Could she simply sit by and let these travesties happen?

Before she had the chance to mull over an answer, the comlink in her ear clicked as one of the leaders of the attack switched to her frequency. ”We’ve secured most of the targets, but I’m afraid one or two of them may have escaped. Should we pursue?” Silver eyes flicked open once more to rest on the panel of screens again: The violence had mostly died down, thanks to the use of the clubs and tasers, and many of the men and women were working on shackling and gagging their victims, pulling burlap sacks over their heads, perhaps to make for easier transport. ”No,” Zion replied after a moment’s pause. ”They’re not worth the effort, and the longer you stay there, the more likely someone will try to stop you.” She had to bite her cheek as she spoke, carefully grinding out each word. ”I’m sending in the extraction forces now, so hold your position.”

”Very good, ma’am,” the man replied, and the link cut off with another soft click. Zion took a deep breath as she examined the feed, trying to settle herself once more. She knew that the escapees would seek out reinforcements, but that the likelihood of them being able to trace the victims back to the facility was extremely low, if not impossible. She also knew that once the doctor discovered she had let his “assets” slip away…well, she didn’t want to try and imagine what he would do. Nonetheless, she couldn’t let the thugs run down and forcefully take out the runaways, especially considering the fact that at least one of them was a child. Despite the objectives and importance of her own mission, there was only so much injustice she could turn her head away from in one day. Her expression was grim as she watched the aircraft appear on-screen, hovering several hundred feet off the ground as it lowered a cable with a cage-like contraption attached to lift the victims and their captors up to the body of the craft. It lowered the likelihood of someone latching on, sneaking aboard, or attaching a tracking device to the vessel, which helped to ensure a safe getaway. Once the quarry was secured, the craft all but vanished, whisking its victims away towards an uncertain doom.
Godspeed, the young woman murmured under her breath. But it wasn’t meant for the aircraft.

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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby MillietheWarrior » 11/11/2009 3:32 AM

Kai didn’t want to leave his mother behind. It wasn’t what Jaing would’ve done. His father would never have run away from a fight; he would’ve stayed and protected Amala, Runi and Kotep. But Kai knew there was nothing he could do. As his mother took out the man who was trying to pry him off his arm, Kai fell to the ground, landing hard on his back. He let out a breath of air as the wind was knocked out of him, and then leaped to his feet. Kotep! Runi! Where were Kotep and Runi? Kai looked around, and caught a flash of his brother’s white hair as he disappeared after Runi. Kai bunched his muscles, springing from his spot as quickly as he could. He knew he had to obey his mother, he had to run and get away from the bad people.

But Amala’s scream stopped him dead in his tracks, and Kai whirled just in time to see her struck down by a club. “Momma!” he cried, and turned to run back to her. He wouldn’t let the bad men take her away. He wasn’t going to disappoint his father. The men were putting binders on his mother’s hands, checking her pulse, making sure she was alive and still breathing. Kai rushed at them, and plowed straight into the legs of one of the larger men. The man didn’t even move, and looked down to see the little boy beat furiously against his legs. “Looks like this one came right back to us. What a sap.” Kai cried out as he was lifted up by the back of his shirt, little fists still swinging wildly as he growled like an angry lion cub.

“Let my momma go!” he snarled, eyes blazing. The man chuckled, shaking his head. “In your dreams, squirt,” he laughed, before Kotep felt the binders go around his own wrists and he was thrown down next to his mother. He wriggled angrily, trying to break free. What was going to happen now? Where were the men taking his family? Kai didn’t want to think about it; he only hoped his father would realize what had happened and come save them.

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Momma had told him to run. But Jori couldn’t move. He stood there, watching in horror as his mother rushed forward and unleashed a wave of ice on her attacker. Jori flexed his fingers; why couldn’t he do something like that? Why couldn’t he help? Jori pressed himself against the shop window, trying to stay as still as possible. The bad men couldn’t see him. Maybe they’d forget about him. But Oyala…And momma…and Lee…and auntie Chayah…He couldn’t just let them be taken away from him! Corr would have fought; his buir would have never let this happen! Jori’s eyes snapped towards his mother as the men overtook her and she lost consciousness; he whimpered softly, reaching one hand out as if to try and bring her back. The club that struck her was then turned on Jori, and he widened his eyes as the man advanced on him, stepping over the fallen form of Ruach as one of his cohorts began to bind her and drag her off. “No…”

Oyala had been scooped up into a woman's arms and hauled off. Jori whimpered, trying to press himself closer to the wall. He closed his eyes. He wanted his buir. He wanted his momma. Who were these bad people? Why were they doing this? Jori felt a tingling in his fingers, and his body felt like it was freezing. He wanted to make them stop. He shivered as he opened his eyes; the man was getting closer. The club was raised above his head, ready to strike. Jori raised his arms and pushed with all his might as a strange sensation of being ice cold overwhelmed him. He heard the man grunt and looked up to see his midsection was encased in ice. Jori looked at his hands, wide-eyed, before a wave of dizziness swept over him. He stumbled, using the wall for support, and barely had more than a moment’s consciousness before a second man scooped him up into his arms.

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The men were tougher than they looked. One was incapacitated with broken ribs. But there were still three left, and Kom’rk was finding it difficult to fight off the two that kept trying to blindside him with the tasers. This should have been simple; a piece of cake for an ARC who’d spent his entire life training to be a solider. But these men…There was something odd about them. They were as dangerous as he was, and Kom’rk knew it all too well. His left arm was limp, hanging uselessly at his side. Corr was in a similar situation; his metallic arm had been decimated by the punch to the first man’s stomach. But he was holding his own against the final attacker. The man swiped with the club, and Corr ducked, before he whirled around and caught the man across the neck with his good arm. There was a sickening crack as the man went skidding along the sidewalk, and Corr let his arm fall to his side, panting softly.

Corr turned instantly to the two men who had stilled completely in their fight with his brother, and snarled. “Let us through,” he growled, his eyes flashing darkly as he stepped up beside Kom’rk. The men exchanged look, and then smirked. Clearly, something had happened to make them less cautious of the two men. “Go right ahead,” the first one said as the two casually strolled around Kom’rk and Corr. They began melting into the panicky crowd as the second called over his shoulder; “And have fun!” Corr and Kom’rk exchanged look. What did that mean? Kom’rk had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he took off, Corr right behind him. Corr could hear his heart beat in his ears as the wind rushed past him. He cradled his broken arm close, though he couldn’t feel the pain. Kom’rk was ahead of him, boots slamming against the pavement as the two raced to the spot where they were supposed to meet Chayah, Ruach and Corr’s small family.

The scene that met their eyes was pure chaos. Kom’rk’s hear froze instantly as he looked around; scattered papers and shopping bags littered the streets. Near the candy shop, there were gumballs and butterscotch candies all over the pavement. Kom’rk gaze roved over the square, until it landed on the charred remains of what might’ve been humans at one point in time. Kom’rk strode forward, arm hanging loosely at his side, intent on examining the remains, before his gaze landed on a head of strawberry blonde hair. Kom’rk was worried he’d have a heart attack before the day was over as he rushed to Chayah’s side. Her skin was unnaturally warm, and when Kom’rk touched her cheek, his fingers very nearly sizzled. “Chayah,” he murmured, grabbing hold of her shoulders. He winced slightly at the heat, but didn’t let go. “Chayah, what happened? Are you all right?”

Corr, meanwhile, was looking frantically around for his family. Where was Ruach? Where was Jori and Lee and Oyala? His eyes roved over the square, but there was nothing. Nothing…They were gone. Corr felt tears sting at his eyes, but refused to let them fall as he ripped a comlink from his jacket pocket and commed the only person he knew who could help; Ordo.

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Jaing’s private comlink beeped, and he opened it to see an incoming call from Amala. He smiled lightly to himself, figuring Ordo wouldn’t mind if he took it. He pressed the comlink to his ear, expecting to hear Amala’s melodious voice on the other side. But instead, there was the sound of chaos. Heavy breathing, sharp cries, the sounds of boot steps all around. Jaing instantly went rigid, and across the room, Ordo stiffened, his head jerking up automatically as if he sensed the fear that had begun to course through Jaing’s veins. Am’ika?” Jaing asked softly, shooting to his feet. What was going on? He furrowed his brows, listening desperately and wishing he knew what was happening. Then there came a sound that made his heart nearly seize in the back of his throat; Amala screamed. Am’ika?!”

Ordo was at his side, a concerned and confused expression on his face. He placed a hand on Jaing’s shoulder, but Jaing was already up and moving to the door. “Jaing, what’s wrong?” Ordo demanded, following him and putting a palm over the door panel to keep his bother from opening it; this was the only safe place to discuss what was happening. Jaing turned flashing orange eyes onto his brother, a low snarl rising deep in his throat. “Something’s happened,” he said hoarsely, and Ordo was surprised at how much fear he heard in his brother’s voice. “Something bad has happened. Amala wouldn’t have commed me like that if it didn’t. I’ve got to go, I’ve got to get back home!” Ordo placed a hand on Jaing’s shoulder, but this time, he squeezed almost painfully.

Vod, I know your worried, but don’t do anything rash. You know you can’t leave without someone asking questions.” Jaing curled his hand into a fist, closing his eyes tightly; he was trying very hard not to just clock Ordo in the face and take off running. This was his family they were talking about! Something had happened. What if they were hurt, or…No. No ‘or.’ He didn’t even want to think about what ‘or’ could be. Jaing let out a long breath, willing himself to be patient. “All right…” he murmured. “What do we do?” Ordo always knew what to do. He never let any of his brothers down. Ordo nodded curtly as he began to speak. “We’re going to-” he began, but a beeping from his comlink caught his attention, and he looked down to grab the small device from his belt. The name flashing across the top said ‘Corr.’

Ordo blinked; what did the bomb disposal technician want with him at a time like this? Flicking the comlink open, Ordo was nearly bombarded by an angry, hysterical voice form the other side. “Ordo! They’re gone! They’re all gone!” Ordo blinked and exchanged a look with Jaing, who’s eyebrows were beginning to furrow again as he began to put pieces of the giant puzzle together. Udesii, Corr. Who’s gone? What are you talking about?” Corr proceeded to explain everything; the men, the attacks, the missing family, and that Chayah was still there and Kom’rk was with her. Ordo exchanged another look with his brother, and saw Jaing closing his eyes tightly. “Gone,” his orange eyed brother whispered hoarsely. “All of them…Then…Amala and Runi and Kotep and Kai…Then they’re gone…too…They must be…it’s too coincidental…”

Ordo agreed. It was too coincidental. What was going on? He growled in the back of his throat; whoever had done this would pay for messing with his family. Ordo was going to cut them in half, if Jaing and Corr didn’t get to them first. “Corr,” he said, speaking back into the small device in his hand. “You and Kom’rk get back here immediately. We’ve got to figure out what happened, and right now, Chayah is the only one who knows. Bring her back here. Now.” He heard Corr suck in a dry breath on the other line, and what sounded like a soft, broken sob, before he agreed. There was the sound of boot steps, and then Kom’rk voice as the two spoke in hushed tones. Corr’s voice came back over the comm, sounding shaky and broken. “We’ll be there,” he murmured. “Corr, out.”

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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby Jessari » 11/11/2009 1:42 PM

Balisarda struggled as the woman pulled her away from Auntie Chayah, beating her about the head with Kandosii, but the adult was far too strong. As the woman's arms wrapped around her, restricting her movement, the little girl went still. Her slight body shook with fear and confusion, but her sharp mind raced on, plotting, planning, looking for a chance to escape. She didn't know why this horrible woman and her friends were hurting her and her family, but Lee wasn't going to make it easy for them.

Twin screams of pain sounded behind them, and the woman turned to investigate, giving Lee full view of her aunt's resistance. Lee's eyes widened even more at the sight. Chayah was the least aggressive person she knew, and it boggled her mind to see the damage she had inflicted upon her attackers. Her aunt looked up at them, began to rise... And the woman turned again, blocking Lee's view of her.

The woman's grip had relaxed a bit, maybe because Lee had stopped struggling, or maybe because of the unusual sight they had left behind them. Whatever the reason, Lee took advantage of the opportunity. She bit down hard on the hand that covered her mouth, eliciting a yelp from the woman as the sharp baby teeth sank into her fingers. Twisting her body in the woman's grip, Lee drove her elbow into the woman's face. Her small fists landed on any target within their reach.

"This how you want to do it, brat?" The woman snarled a string of curses that would have burned her ears, had she been listening, and delivered a slap that made Lee see stars. Next thing she knew, she was face-down on the ground, the woman's knee pinning her to the hard asphalt as her hands were bound roughly behind her back. The position tugged painfully at Lee's shoulders, and she couldn't keep a whimper from escaping as the woman rose and tossed her over one shoulder.

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Although everything within her wanted to run, either towards the captors or towards the possibility of help, Chayah forced herself to remain where she was. If Corr or Kom'rk made it through, this was the first place they'd look. She had to stay here, to let them know what had happened. The stench of burnt flesh stung her nostrils, and despite what they had been attempting to do to her and her family, Chayah couldn't suppress the guilt that shuddered through her. She wrapped her ash-dusted arms tightly about herself, as if it would soothe the pain inside.

An aircraft flew overhead, hovering some distance away. Chayah watched, helpless, as her sister, nephew, and nieces were carried into the cage that had been lowered, and lifted up into the belly of the craft. Fresh tears streaked her cheeks as it took off. Unanswerable questions haunted her: Could she have done more? Could she have saved them somehow? Would she ever see them again?

As she stood there, staring upward at the emptiness where the craft had been, quick footsteps approached her. Chayah flinched back, expecting to see more attackers. Instead, her eyes fell upon her Clone. For a breathless moment, she seemed to look through him. The past half hour had been so dark and chaotic that the feeling of security and hope that he brought felt...surreal. Then his hands brushed her cheek, gripped her shoulders, and her world refocused. Kom'rk was here. Somehow everything would turn out right.

“Chayah, what happened? Are you all right?”

With a quiet sob, Chayah closed her eyes and stepped forwards. The solid, uncomfortable feeling of basic armor under his clothes couldn't dissuade her from tucking herself close to his chest. Her ash-covered hands left dark streaks as they clutched the cloth of his shirt. Although she knew that she had to answer his question, had to tell him what had gone on before he had arrived, she needed this brief moment to compose herself.

He smelled of soap and sweat, and she breathed it in. The scent was comforting, replacing the stench of the corpses behind her, and Chayah's emotions began to lower themselves to a manageable level. Her skin began to cool, dropping down to a slightly-feverish temperature. She could hear the panicked voice of Corr nearby as he consulted someone on his comlink. Although she wished she could make this brief moment of security stretch out forever, she knew Ruach and the kids were getting farther and farther away by the second.

Pulling back, but not too far, Chayah took Kom'rk's hand in hers and looked up into eyes filled with as much worry and concern as her own. I'm not injured, she said, not quite answering his question. We were on our way to meet you when we were attacked. Lee and I were separated from the others, and they were taken. Then they took Lee away from me, too. Chayah sniffled, her mouth tightening into a hard, unhappy line. Maybe she had been too far away to help Ruach and the others, but Lee had been right there. She should've been able to save her, at least, but she hadn't. She'd failed all of them in her hesitation. They were taken away by some type of aircraft. Kom'rk, we've got to go after them before they get too far!
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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby Kallile » 11/12/2009 10:32 AM

Quivering with the effects of the shock and the blow of the club, Amala was powerless to keep the kidnappers from binding her. She could feel someone lift her into the air, but she couldn't see them. In fact, she couldn't really see much of anyone. Blackness had swarmed into her vision and she could feel her mind willing to shut down and save her from the pain for a short time.

She could see Kai--coming back to try and save her--and she wished for that fleeting moment of consciousness that they hadn't instilled such a sense of 'right' and 'wrong' into their children. He should be running for home--running to some sense of safety. Not coming back to try and accomplish an impossible mission.

She couldn't see much of what happened to him next, but she cringed and felt hot tears slide down her face. She became aware of her sons breathing right beside her and she tried to ward off the urge to give in and allow her body to pass out for a while.

"Kai..." She whispered softly, leaning on her hip a little so she could feel him against her.

~*~

Kotep could see the men around Runi--his younger sister on the ground and trying to scramble away from their clubs. Had this been a different situation he might have found the 'whack a mole' immitation amusing. But the 'mole' was his sister and these men were swinging with intent to do damage.

He was tired, the only real source of energy was from his fear and adrenaline. But momma had wanted him to keep Runi safe, and now was his time to act. Throwing his little body onto the first man's back, Kotep scrambled up as best he could and hooked his arms around the man's neck. Then he let himself drop, still hanging in the air by the man's neck, and hear the attacker gurgle slightly as he fumbled to remove the source of his choking.

The second man took a moment to realize what was going on, but once he did he stalked over with a dark smirk on his face, looking Kotep in the eyes.

"Nice try, kiddie."

Kotep snarled at him as he watched the club come down on him He was out cold before he ever hit the ground.

~*~

Runi shrieked as she watched her brother fall into a crumpled heap, scrambling to regain her footing. She as torn now--she was so afraid but she couldn't just leave Kotep like that with these bad people...Feebly, she fisted her little hands and stood her ground as the first man placed bindings on Kotep's wrists and the second came towards her--thumping down his club into his open palm.

"You want a little punishment too, girlie?"

Runi gulped but did nothing for the moment--just watched the larger man approach. Her mind and everything jaing had started teaching her had gone right out the window--she didn't know where to begin on protecting herself other than running. And running was not an option anymore.

She watched the club raise into the air--her eyes following it rather than the taser the man pulled from his belt. She barely heard his gruff voice as he jabbed the contact points against her side and watched her electrified body dance for a few seconds.

"Have it your way, princess."

~*~

The two men came running back to the airship--grins on their faces and a child on their shoulder.

"Gotcha a few stragglers." One remarked as he hefted an unmoving Kotep down by Amala and Kai. Runi was deposited in much the same fashion. Amala watched their little form laying on the cold floor and felt more hot tears flow down her cheeks. Why....and how...could anyone do such a thing to innocent children?
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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby Flame » 11/13/2009 10:46 PM

As the attackers wrapped up their assault, Zion watched the multiple feeds with a clenched jaw, determined to keep her countenance blank and professionally unconcerned. She watched as the women and children were dumped like unwieldy packages into the crude lift, and hefted into the main body of the craft. After a moment, a blinking speck on a screen nearby appeared, a radar scan showing the position of the ship and its estimated time of arrival. 20 minutes. Already linked to the aircraft, the feed coming from the plane, as well as the attackers who had also hopped in to make a quick getaway, added to the deluge of images and videos already on her panel. Many more armed men and women stood on standby near the prisoners, who had been extracted from their temporary enclosure and rolled out into the middle of the floor of the ship after being checked to ensure that all of their bonds were secure. Zion did notice though, that the group seemed to be lacking in number: It appeared as if the attackers had missed one of the targets in the frenzy to bundle up their cargo and get away safely. She bit her lip: Hopefully, the doctor would not notice…after all, he had most of his important subjects, didn’t he?

”I think that this operation is going very well, don’t you?” Only with the strictest of self-control did Zion manage to keep from jumping in surprise. She glanced over briefly at the doctor, who was now standing beside her, a small, cryptic smile on his features. He seemed to have the uncanny knack of being able to appear, seemingly out of thin air, at the most inopportune of times, and he knew it. ”Indeed, sir,” Zion replied, her gentle voice carefully guarded as she continued to stare straight at the screens. ”Oh, be sure to tell them to de-bug our guests, will you?” Donovan smiled humorlessly at the young woman. ”We wouldn’t want any…accidents, to occur, now would we?” By his posture and position, he was making it very clear that he would not leave until he had been assured of the fact that Zion had given the order. Without a choice, she did as he asked, and watched as several of the guards approached with scanning devices to check for any electronics and other equipment that might allow for outside communication or allow others to track the location of the captives. Any that were found were promptly confiscated and destroyed: After all, there was no sense in taking unnecessary risks.

Donovan smiled again, his expression quite unnerving, although it was doubtless that he was pleased with how things were turning out. ”I believe I can trust you to take care of things while I’m gone,” he said simply to the seemingly-taciturn young woman standing next to him. ”I must go and prepare to receive our…guests of honor.” With that, he strode off again, leaving Zion alone with her feed and her thoughts.

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20 minutes apparently passed by much faster than Zion had expected, as not long after the doctor had taken his leave, she got the message that the ship was docking in the facility’s hangar. Her mind had strayed from the feed in front of her, so it came as a bit of a surprise when the news got through, and she scrambled to find the screen that depicted the hangar. The prisoners had been returned to their makeshift prison again, the cage that had lifted them up to the aircraft, and were currently being transported up to one of the interrogation rooms. Once inside, the cage was fixed in the center of the room, connected to an apparatus that looked as if it could conduct an electrical charge…through the metal-wrought cage. Several solitary cells branched off from the walls, tiny little white closets (for lack of a better term) with only one door that led to the main interrogation room. The whole room was glaringly whitewashed, the stark fluorescent lights installed in the high ceiling almost blindingly bright. Little did the captives know that this room had been built just for them, and had been awaiting its occupants for far too long.

A moment later, a door opened, and the doctor swept out, looking for all like the average middle-aged man one would find on the street, on a crazed scientist. He sported jeans and a gray shirt, several gold-buckled belts spanning his waist. An unsettling smile decorated his features as he approached the cage holding his long-awaited ‘guests’. ”Welcome, welcome, to my humble abode,” he said in a deep, rich voice that sounded as if it were more suited to an actor than a scientist. His brown eyes studied the prisoners with a mild curiosity. ”My most sincere apologies for the discomfort and trouble this may have caused you…you know the thugs these days.” He shrugged noncommittally, seeming strangely conversational for one who had earned the nickname “The Mad One”. Not that his ‘guests’ knew that, of course. Yet. ”Dear me,” he said after a moment’s pause. ”It appears as if we’re not in full attendance here, now are we?” Obviously, he had noticed that one of his targets was clearly missing. Although his expression still remained twistedly pleasant, there was a dark flicker of what looked like sinister anger in the depths of his eyes. Someone would pay for that slip-up…but now, he had an ‘audience’ to entertain. ”So…where should we begin?”

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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby MillietheWarrior » 11/14/2009 1:05 AM

Kai wasn’t sure what was going on. He had no idea where he was, or why he was here. He had no idea why the bad men and women had captured him and his family. When they were lifted into the airship, they were thrown into a cage with more people. More kids, who were a few years older than him by the looks of it, and a woman. All of them had been knocked unconscious, just like his own brother and sister. He curled up next to Amala, trying very hard not to cry as things zipped by too fast for him to understand. The bad men checked their bindings, and Kai whimpered as he was pulled to his feet. He was trying to be brave, trying not to cry. He knew his father wouldn’t have cried. Jaing would’ve probably head butted his captors as soon as they got within range; a good kov‘nyn. But Kai was too small, and the bad people were too big. He settled for feebly butting his head against their legs when they pulled him out to check his bindings, but that was quickly put to an end when he was thrown back into the cage with his mother.

He landed hard, and on top of someone else. He wriggled off of them, and looked down to see a young girl who was clearly, a couple of years older than him. It was Oyala. Kai knew her by name only. Jaing had described Corr’s small family to him and his siblings once, saying that one day they’d be neighbors. Judging by her braids, and distinctive pink and orange hair, she was Oyala, Corr’s daughter. Definitely. Kai turned to look over the other occupants; this must be Corr’s family. Jori, Lee, and Corr’s wife, Ruach. Kai fought the urge to cry all over again as he realized they weren’t the only ones taken. He crawled back over to his mother and his brother and sister, squeezing in between them as he waited for whatever fate had in store for them.

Oyala woke to the sound of squeaking metal and swinging doors. Her eyes fluttered open, and she sucked in a deep breath, before the day’s events all came flooding back to her. With a soft gasp, she sat up, eyes flying wide open. A low growl rumbled in her chest as she staggered to her feet. All around her, the other captives were bound in the same way. Oyala reached for Jori, the closest to her, and yanked him up. Jori wobbled unsteadily, before blinking bleary eyes up at his sister. “Oyala?” he murmured. The ship lurched as they docked, and Oyala and Jori were nearly thrown into the side of the cage. A small voice came from behind them as Kai crawled a little closer. “Your ba’vodu Corr’s kids,” he said, matter-of-factly. Oyala looked Kai up and down, wrinkling her nose. “You must be one of ba'vodu Jaing’s kids. And judging by the two others with you, they got your family too.” She lowered her gaze, eyes narrowing.

“But why? What do they want with us?” Jori, meanwhile, had crawled over to Ruach and Lee, nudging them softly as he tried to nestle closer. “Momma…Lee?” He gasped softly as the cage they were in lurched violently, as if they’d been thrown. He grabbed onto the hem of Ruach’s shirt, trying not to fall over as they were transported to the small containment room. Oyala and Kai were staring at the door as the doctor swept in. Kai shrunk back, hurrying to stand beside his mother as Oyala bravely stepped forward. This man, with his unsettling smile, did not scare her. So what if he was bigger than her? Buir had always told her to stand up for herself and her family, no matter what.

“You can begin by letting us out,” she snarled. “You shabla chakaaryc.” Jori squeaked at the man, hiding behind his mother’s legs. Oyala didn’t seem phased by anything, but inside, she was shaking with terror. “Let. Us. Go.” She glanced over her shoulder at Ruach, as if looking for some kind of backup. Kai lowered his head, watching the doctor with a scrutinizing, almost unnerving stare; buir always said never to trust people like this. If the kidnapping and the pain of his family wasn’t enough proof, then just seeing this man would have been enough to know that he wasn’t someone they wanted to mess with. And he terrified Kai.

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“Delta isn’t ‘us’ Jaing. You can’t go around telling them about our problems!”

“Don’t lecture me, Ordo. I know what I’m doing.”


Jaing tromped down the hall towards the briefing room where Boss, the only member of Delta Squad available, waited patiently for them to arrive. Kom’rk, Chayah and Corr were also present, and Jaing would bet his left sock that Corr was very nearly beside himself with worry. Jaing was as well; he was just really good at hiding it. Jaing felt a hand descended on his shoulder, and he was yanked around to face his red-eyed brother. “Jaing, I’m serious.” Ordo’s face had become stone, his eyes flashing dangerously. “This. Is. Dangerous. Boss is part of Delta squad; you and I both know that they’re in ‘uncharted’ territory. They don’t answer to Kal’buir, or to any of us for that matter. They’re outsiders; dragging Boss into this is dangerous. He’ll out you the first chance he gets.”

Jaing grabbed Ordo’s arm in a vice-like grip, yanking his brother forward so that their noses nearly touched. Listen, Ordo,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. Jaing would never, ever have said something like this to his brother; Ordo was, if not just his brother, also his Captain, his commanding officer. He was stepping way out of line here, but right now, he could care less. “I’m going to do what I need to do to get my family back. If that includes sending out a thousand parties of search and rescue troopers who don’t even know their heads from their shebs, then so be it. I don’t care. Amala and my children are out there. Who knows what’s happened to them by now. So kindly either help me find them, or…Shut. Up.” He turned on his heel and stalked the rest of the way to the briefing room, Ordo following blindly in his wake. It seemed as though Jaing’s defensiveness over his family had thrown him for a loop; Ordo wondered when, or if, he ever had a family, would it change him the same way?

Jaing stepped through the doors, and was nearly pounced on by Corr, who had a frantic look on his face. “Did I miss anything?” he asked. “Any calls? Any Comm messages? Anything?” he asked, pink eyes wide. Jaing looked down to see him cradling his mangled metal arm. He patted Corr on the shoulder, knowing exactly how he was feeling. Corr was emoting on the outside everything Jaing felt on the inside. Corr’ika…You need to have that arm looked at, vod. Why don’t you-” He was cut off by a growl form his pink eyed brother. “I don’t think so. I know what your going to say, and no. I’m not leaving until I know what’s going on.” Jaing sighed, and nodded. He’d have said the same thing. His gaze traveled over to Kom’rk who was holding a very bedraggled looking Chayah against him. Kom’rk wordlessly pointed to Boss, who was monitoring a console beside him.

As he did, the Delta sergeant looked up, brown eyes narrowing slightly. He stood, and immediately saluted, nodding to Jaing, and then to Ordo, who had stepped up beside his brother. “RC-1138, reporting for duty, sir. You requested my presence at this meeting. Lieutenant Kom’rk has had me monitoring certain civilian channels to check for any abnormalities.” He turned and picked up a data pad, handing it to Jaing. Jaing’s orange eyes scanned over the data; it was live feed from the comlink. It was a device of Jaing’s own creation, given exclusively to Amala. No other device had the same signal. It had been monitored for only a few seconds, before the device had been shut down. Whether by force, or by accident, Jaing didn’t know. But the fact remained that they had little to no idea where they were, where they were going, or even who had done this. Boss was waiting patiently for Jaing’s assessment of the data, and the Null eyed him quietly.

“Sergeant,” he said quietly. Boss was instantly at attention; despite what military buffs said, it wasn’t the yelling that got a man’s attention, it was the soft, dangerous tones that made them sit up and take notice. “Whatever is said during this briefing, does not leave the room. Am I understood?” Boss was part of the covert Ops group; it was what all commandos had been created and trained for. He was used to orders like that. “Yes sir,” he replied automatically, before Jaing seemed to completely ignore him. His focus was now on the woman beside Kom’rk. Ordo stepped in front of Jaing, shooting his brother a meaningful look as he stepped forward. Kom’rk eyed Ordo warily, but he trusted his brother explicitly, and simply waited to see what he would say. Ordo folded his arms across his chest, unaware of how imposing he might look to an outsider. Social graces were neither his concern, nor his forte, and awkward situations like this usually cropped up because of it.

“Chayah, is it?” he asked, his voice a low growl. “Right. Tell me exactly what happened, now. Spare no details. The sooner we know who did this, the sooner we can plan our next move.” Boss looked on in confusion; why was that woman here? And why was he being forced into this? He sighed mentally; all he wanted was a good nap after a long mission. Scorch, Sev and Fixer were on Utapau, rigging a droid factory for demolition. Boss grumbled under his breath; some guys just got all the luck.

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Kov‘nyn: Head butt
Chakaaryc: Rotten, low-life - generic adjective to describe an undesirable person of dubious ethics
Shabla: Screwed up
Ba'vodu: Uncle or aunt (In this case, uncle)

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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby Jessari » 11/14/2009 11:49 PM

Waking was not a pleasant experience for Ruach. Consciousness came slowly, but not softly. Pain came first, a heavy, poisonous weight that wrapped itself about her neck and nestled against her cheek. Had anyone been touching her skin, they would have heard her moan. She found herself unable to move, and the first of her lucid thoughts was that whatever had hit her had snapped her spine and left her paralyzed.

Memory followed thought, dragging fear and worry in its wake. Her children-were they safe? Had any of them escaped? She forced her eyes open, wincing at the new pain the light brought. The first thing to meet her eyes were bars, not a reassuring sight at all. Something wriggled against her stomach, and she looked down (not paralysis, then) to find her son curled up next to her. Her heart sank. Oyala's voice, followed by that of another child, came from some point out-of-sight. Ruach struggled to move, and this time her body responded.

Only her arms remained stubbornly in place, bound securely behind her back. This terrified her even more than waking up in a cage, even more than the pain in her face and neck. Her grey eyes widened, her mouth going deathly dry as she fought down the overwhelming urge to panic. From childhood, her sense of touch had been the most important thing to her and her sister. Besides providing them with a multitude of sensations, it was the only method of communication they had. In taking away the use of her hands, her captors had effectively silenced her, cut her off from speaking freely with her children. She couldn't even hold them and comfort them.

Ruach closed her eyes tightly, her chest heaving up and down as the panic ran its course. She had to pull herself together. She had to be strong for her children. The cage shook and she knew that she'd have to get up and face whatever was coming. She sat up awkwardly, pausing to collect her bearings as the world tilted. Whatever had hit her had left her feeling as if her head had been split open. Moving slowly, using tender muscles, she looked about. Lee stood by the closed door, staring out with a look of deep concentration on her face. Oyala stood talking to a young boy, and Ruach was surprised to recognize him, and those with him, as Jaing's children and wife. This brought more questions, none that she was able to answer. Chayah was nowhere in sight. Had she gotten away? Had she found Corr and Kom'rk?

Lee glared around the large room, memorizing every feature of their surroundings. It was too...open. It was all sharp corners and flat walls, with nowhere to hide even if they did manage to get out of the cage somehow. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the woman who had put her in here. "Di'kut," she muttered, half to her captor, and half to herself. She wasn't stupid; she should be able to figure a way out of this, but she couldn't. Her lower lip puckered out in a small pout, and she retreated to Ruach's side. Maybe if she hadn't dropped Kandosii when the woman had grabbed her, she'd be able to think better.

Neither of her siblings looked as if they had been injured. Oyala looked defiant, unsurprisingly, and Jori looked frightened. Lee scooted over closer to him, wanting to thrown an arm around him, but unable to. "It's okay, Jor'ika." Her eyes turned upon her mother next. The club had torn her skin, creating a wound that traced a jagged red line from her right earlobe to her cheekbone, directly under her eye. The skin around it was puffy, sporting several alarming shades of black and purple. The bleeding had stopped, finally, but it still frightened and angered Lee. These people had no right hurting her buir like this! They had no right taking them away from Auntie Chayah and scaring her brother. If that woman came near her again, she'd scratch her eyes out(if she could find a way to reach them).

Then a door opened, and Ruach swayed as she rose to her feet. Lee stood as well, pressing against her mother's side in an attempt to steady her. A man, a rather normal-looking man, entered the room. He addressed them, and if the situation had been any different, Lee might have found his deep voice soothing. Instead, it made her shiver. Something told her she was looking at the man who had given the order to have them captured. Her tiny body tensed, her scowl carving even deeper lines into her expression.

Ruach had the same feeling. Her eyes narrowed, and once she felt a bit steadier, she stepped forward, imposing herself between her outspoken daughter and the cage bars. Even if he had been closer, and her arms had been free, she didn't think she could've touched this man in order to speak to him. He didn't look scary, a fact that made him even creepier in her mind. She glared at him, hard, conveying with her eyes what she couldn't with her mouth. She hated him for what he had done, and would not cooperate with him willingly. Her eyes flickered to the other children and the white-haired woman. What did he want with any of them?

* * * * *

Chayah felt nearly as frazzled as she looked. The trip to the base, although not long, had seemed like an eternity. They were going the wrong way! She knew that waiting for backup was the smart thing to do, but she'd never been good at waiting for anything. There was nothing she could do except worry....and plan. Now that they had arrived Chayah found herself surrounded by imposing soldiers who looked exactly alike. Kom'rk and Corr she knew, but it would take a while to pick up the differences that set the new Clones apart from each other. Her mind was just too tired to work at it now.

For a time, she hung back, half a step behind Kom'rk. Apart from the odd glance, no one seemed to take notice of her. The air was thick with tension as everyone worked on locating the missing people. Then something changed. Suddenly, everyone was looking at her. One of the new Clones addressed her, his voice and stance nothing if not intimidating. Her first instinct was to shrink behind Kom'rk's solid form, but the plan that had been taking form in her mind since they left required her to look brave.

Though she quivered inside, she squared her shoulders and took a small step forward. She took Kom'rk's hand and gave it a light squeeze. Would you mind being my voice? Even if his arms hadn't been firmly crossed, making his hands practically unreachable, Chayah wasn't brave enough to reach out and speak directly to the scowling Clone. She wasn't that good an actor. Taking a deep breath, she tried to recall every detail that might give them a clue to the captors' identity. There weren't many.

We were on our way to meet Kom'rk and Corr. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary until these men and women began pulling out weapons. They wore civilian clothes, no uniforms. The crowd panicked, and they used the chaos to corner us. They used guns, tazers, and, uh, clubs. She blinked as the sight of her sister being struck down flashed across her mind's eye, pausing briefly before she continued. I managed to get away, but the others were tied up and put in some sort of big cage that lifted them up into an aircraft. They headed...north, I think.

She'd never been good at directions, and the Clone's direct stare was unnerving her. Glancing up at Kom'rk, lips quirked, she said, I don't know what kind of aircraft it was, but I'll try to draw it. In the meantime, Kom'ika, tell Mr. Rigid to look somewhere else. His glaring isn't helping things any.

Reaching out to the nearby desk, she took a blank sheet of paper and a pen. Then, she began sketching. It wouldn't win any awards, but it caught the essence of the craft. She handed it to the Clone who had originally addressed her, then took her place at Kom'rk's side again.
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Re: In The Beginning... [P. Kal, Flame, Ere and I] PG-13ish

Postby Kallile » 11/25/2009 1:44 PM

Hazily, Amala watched the activity move at what seemed an 'as usual' pace on the airship as they were transported. She was aware of others around her, and of Kai'tome at her side, but there was little else she could find the will to focus on. She sat still and nearly unblinking for minutes at a time, trying to piece together what had happened and what might be happening.

By the demenor of the crew--they'd done this numerous times before. Professionals, she supposed she could call them despite how deeply she hated their profession. They moved much like Jaing and his brothers did--only they did so in greter numbers to use the chaos to their advantage. They used fear and confusion to their advantage rather than planned out, skillful moves. Sadly, it had worked wonders.

She tried moving her wrists until she felt the binding bite into her pale skin. At Kai's familiar voice she looked around her for what was truly the first time to see other children and another woman of perhaps her own age. This in itself was troubling, but even more troubling was the way Kai and Oyala spoke to one another. Uncle Corr...so this was Ruach and the only other three clone-sired children currently in known existance.

It was that fact that snapped Amala's deep blue eyes open painfully. The only two mothers of clone children had been captured together...suddenly the situation in her mind elevated from horrible to devestating. There was no way it had happened by chance. She looked to Ruach rather than the scientist looking man as he spoke, watching the other woman and the way she held herself. Jaing had told her that there was something special about Corr's wife...but Amala couldn't bring herself to remember what it was.

"Why not begin by explaining what the meaning of all this is." Amala answered the madman coldly ,refusing to look at him.

~*~

The voices of Kai, their cousins, and their mother did well to stir both Runi and Kotep. The older boy bolted up to a sitting position and began surveying the surroundings with quick and calculated movements of his eyes. His small hands were fisted behind his back, his mind working to think of a way out of this cage. Buir had always told him that there was an answer to every question. Kotep was determined that he would find that answer. When his eyes fell on Donovan, they narrowed and stopped scanning. Kotep had one of those goosebumpy feelings as he looked at this strange man, and he didn't like it at all. Slowly he looked over to Kai and Corr's small family, shifting a few times to get closer to his brother.

"What's happened?"

His bright orange eyes went to Kai, conveying that he wasn't talking about the whole thing. He knew they'd been attacked and captured and that hed' been out. But he needed all pieces to the puzzle if he was going to solve it.

Runi was slower to get up, wincing and making faces as the scored marks on her sweater hid the equally scorched marks on her skin. They hurt worse than anything she had ever felt before and it was all she could do not to cry. Daddy wouldn't be proud of her if she cried...if she ever got to see her daddy again.

She paid no attention to the other children or the strange lady she knew distantly as her aunt--Runi was instantly focused on what seemed like the biggest threat in the building. It was strange that the biggest threat she could see was a small man that seemed to be talking to them. Runi shook her head slightly, her ears ringing maddeningly. She let out a pained whisper, moving her arms to force herself into a sitting position. Why would this man want to hurt them so much?

~*~




In a seperate cell, closed off from the goings-on in the main chamber, sat a woman and a rather wolf-like canine. Or, rather, the canine was hanging a few feet off the ground by a wickedly hooked device that pierced either side of her hips. The chains hoding the dog up swun slowly, the canine herself lazily moving her front paws to make the entire structure supporting her sway slightly.

The woman at the front of the room, pacing impatiently, looked less than amused with the animals antics. Her long, almost seaweed-like hair hung damply around her face and shoulders, the bright seafoam green hue darkened by such dampness. Her purple eyes stayed trained to the door, the tattoo-like portals under her eyes almost seemed to shine in moving, bored waves. She was wrapped in a gown that fit tightly around the torso and flowed around her feet. Even it seemed damp. She stopped her pacing, angry eyes flickering over to the more captive roommate as the portal patterns under her eyes flickered more quickly and dangerously.

"Stop that ridiculous action."

The lupine beast smirked toothily at the woman, opening her muzzle to unleash a very human voice from within.

"What's the matter, siren, not having fun at this freak-show convention?"

In a blur of pale green and flowing material, the damp woman was in front of the wolf with her hands clasped on either side of it's face. Wickedly pointed nails dug beneath the fur to find the soft flesh and call forth small trickles of blood.

"Don't dare insult my true heritage by comparing it to your pitiful, man-made existance. If there wasn't blood in this for me later I would gladly have yours now."

The wolf let her head rest in the angry woman's hands, still grinning.

"Legeia, wasn't it? You really think your little claws scare me when I already have two giant iron spikes in my hips? You're only brave because I can't even touch the ground."

Her purple eyes shining hatefully, Legeia roughly released Saya's face and marched over to the mechanism that held her suspended in the air. She cranked the knob one click tighter, eliciting a pained yelp from the wolf.

"You inferior pest. You're not even worth my time..."

((I'm so sorry this post is terrible and took so long to get up. x_x Good news is we're all moved into the house so my replies shouldn't take so long. Sorry again!))

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"I have been hidden, scorned, adored, worshiped, forsaken, coveted and banished more times than I care to count. But the one thing all those experiences cannot steal from me is the gentle soul I was born with, the kind heart I have molded, and the bright ideals for the future that have lit my way through the darkness of the past."




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