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| The Vidit of Light | Sep 10 2008, 09:37 PM Post #1 |
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(Okay, maybe not the most original title, but now, B&I's sequel begins!) Galactic Forum, Presidium, United Terran Republic embassy, military garrison commander’s office (Didymus’s office) Didymus’s office was what you may expect from a military officer’s office. Bookshelves, containing all sorts of books, from the Bible to the Communist Manifesto, from Holo-gaming Monthly Magizine to books on real warfare, and plenty of vid disks and such. On either side of his desk was a flag, one of which was obviously the U.T.R.’s, and on the walls hung several works of art, some of which depicting Biblical events, others depicting events of wartime heroics from Earth’s history and even in the more recent wars that even Didymus himself had fought in. His office also had a window overlooking the Persidum’s Terran Gardens, and allowing him to see them, who was there, and the roof of the Presidium itself, through which a vast expanse of stars were visible, as was the occasional ship passing by. His own flagship since the start of the war against the mobains and black arms, the massive Paladin-class T.R.S. Crusader, was docked at the Forum, but rarely flew by where he could see it from his office. He had arrived at his post as commander of the U.T.R. military garrison on the Galactic Forum two days ago, fresh from a post in Station Square (the human military garrison city on Mobius), and his dress uniform had several more medals and ribbons on it than were there during the Fornax Rebellion. His rank, however, was (technically, at least) the same. Still, he was given responsibilities usually reserved for men decades older than he, and he was grateful that he had been blessed in his endeavors. Outside, in the military “embassy”, a subdivision of the U.T.R.’s embassy, Rachel worked happily at a desk, going through letters and such. She was still Didymus’s batwoman, but, unlike during the Fornax Rebellion, her uniform now sported a single medal, one that could only be presented for action while under fire…her rank and attitude toward military life remained the same, but she had proven herself in combat now, and she thought better of herself for it. So, amidst the recruitment posters, historical articles, etc., she continued to work on a report. Suddenly a sound beeped in Didymus’s office, and a hologram appeared. Didymus, seeing who it was, stood up from his desk and saluted. ”General Braxton, sir!” he said. ”At ease.” The general replied. “Listen, you may have heard, but Sally Acorn is going to be coming arriving on the Forum from Mobius today. Now, obviously, the politicians will have their part, but the most important part of this meeting, remember, is YOUR appearance. We want people to see that we’re making up, and Acorn shaking hands with the man, or boy, should I say,” he said with a slight grin “who was at the forefront of the campaign against Mobius is exactly the kind of image of friendship and making up we want to send. I don’t think I need to remind you, but the point’s worth hammering in-be on your best behavior. And do what you can to ensure NOTHING goes wrong. If something does, unlikely as it is…guard the squirrel with your life.” “Yes sir.” Didymus replied, despite how silly the words “guard the squirrel with your life” sounded. That, and the fact that his last dinner with Mobius’s “upper crust” was not too pleasant for him, put him at ease, but he did not complain about the orders concerning his dinner arrangements for that evening. Braxton nodded, and simply said, “Braxton out.” Braxton’s hologram disappeared. Presidium-Earth/Terran Gardens A cheerful voice cried out. “Oh! What lovely flora! Their odor is most pleasing! What beautiful plants grow upon the human homeworld! And how very diverse they are! So many climates on a single planet!” Floating about the gardens below Didymus’s office was a certain cheerful tameranian girl, smiling at all the various plants surrounding her. Having never been to Earth (in this RP’s “universe/timeline/whatever it may be called”), Starfire was thoroughly enjoying herself, sniffing flowers, feeling leaves, and talking with whoever may happen to be passing by her. --- (Some info on the Galactic Forum: The Galactic Forum is a massive station constructed jointly by many races in the known galaxy. It contains the "Presidium", a relatively small section of the station that treats visitors and residents to well-kept gardens, fountains, etc., while also housing the various rooms that serve as the embassies for the various species on the Galactic Forum. In addition, it contains the Assembly Hall, where the all of various ambassadors on the Forum meet to discuss matters of galaxy-spanning importance. Each embassy also features cultural and historical sections for the purposes of educating visitors of other races on the culture, history, government, etc., of the race whose embassy it is in. A tour guide VI (virtual intelligence, a non-sentient program designed for user interaction) can be accessed throughout the persidium. The persidum is well-lit, but a glance at its ceiling will remind the viewer that it is still just on a space station. The majority of the Galactic Forum is known as the "Wards". It contains all sorts of things: living quarters, corporate offices, markets where both corporate and individual salesmen come to offer their wares, barracks and dock facilities/hangars for the various military garrisons on the Forum, hotels, resturants, casinos, etc. It's a busy place, and a visit to it almost guarantees an encounter with multiple species besides one's own. People can roam the Forum, in either the embassies, wards, Flux club (food, dancing, music, even a little gambling, but not a sleezy place), etc.) (Let the RPing here begin!:D) |
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| AGodofIrony | Sep 10 2008, 10:08 PM Post #2 |
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-Presidium/Earth Gardens- <I don't see why I can't meet this human with you...> a young...voice...said, as two Andalites walked along the grass. <You are still young brother> the older of the two said with a mouthless Andalite smile. <So is this human!> Aximili exclaimed. Elfangor just shook his head, <Just wait out here.> Aximili grumbled and walked over to the grass, tasting it with his hooves. At least it was pretty good. Not the best he ever had, but good. War-Prince Elfangor made his way to the military embassy, showing his credentials, then proceeded towards a certain young officer's audience... He was looking forward to meeting Didymus before actual talks were started. Both of them were military heroes in their respective wars, and Elfangor himself started off when he was young. Aximili gave no attention to Tamarian flying around, though he did notice her. -Food Court- "The problem," an elderly Asian man said, picking at a salad with his fork, "turned out to be that I needed to go left, and not right, as it looked like I should." A small gray alien, a Galvan, stood across from him on the table, raising an eyebrow. "And the point of this game is to collect small dots, and continue into more difficult challenges?" "Correct," Old Man Sensei nodded, taking a bite of his salad. -Storage Facility- In the storage facility of the Presidium was a large blue police box, tucked in the back... -Mobius: ???- A blue figure figured frowned to himself, wrapped in a dirty brown cloak. "Sorry Sal..." the figure sighed, "Wish things could have turned out differently..." -Somewhere in Space- "That lousy U.T.R.!" Eggman roared, pounding his fist on a control panel with a growl, "I've been trying to take over Mobius for years now, and they go in and do it themselves!" Of course, the U.T.R. had not taken over Mobius...Just fought them, for the most part. But that didn't matter to Eggman right now. "At this rate, there's going to be no planets left for me to start my Eggman Empire!" Eggman said to himself, rubbing his chin, "Maybe I should think about terraforming..." |
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| The Vidit of Light | Sep 11 2008, 10:18 PM Post #3 |
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Forum-U.T.R. military embassy Rachel was a bit surprised. The andalite war prince? Here? Asking to see Didymus? Talking to her? Being on the Forum may be more exciting than she thought. Inside Didymus's office, from a communicator/intercom thing, Rachel's voice sounded out. "Sir? I have the andalite war prince here...he wants to see you." Me? Didymus thought. Wow... "Alright, send him in." he said. The door to his office opened, and Didymus stood to greet his visitor. "Welcome to the United Terran Republic military embassy, Elfangor-Sirinial-Shamtul." he said smiling cordially. "Is there something I can do for you?" he asked. Presidium-Earth Gardens "Sir. Sir!" A human guard said, approaching Aximili. "Please refrain from eating the grass." he said, familiar with andalite dietary practices. "I believe Earth grass is available in the Presidium Cafeteria. " Starfire, meanwhile, was laying down on said grass. "Oh, how soft a lush!" she said out loud. "Would you not agree, human and andalite?" she asked, regarding Aximili and the guard. "Uhh...yeah, it's pretty nice." the guard said. Mobius and Acorn Service (M.A.S.) Acorn Tree (Sally's personal liner) In her quarters, Sally, clad in a elegant blue gown, heels, and even eyeliner, it was a far cry from her simple blue vest and boots. But that was another time. A time when she was an underground resistance member. A time when their entire race was threatened with robotization (or however you spell that). A time when she and Sonic were...she couldn't think like that. She needed to be a princess, a queen, she told herself, now, not some heartbroken teenager. Even if...no. She pushed those thoughts out of her mind. But not before a whispered "I'm trying to fix it, Sonic. I'm sorry, and I'm trying to undo it..." came out of her. A voice called her over her ship's intercom. "Princess? We will be arriving at the Forum shortly." She inhaled deeply, and stepped out of her quarters, to make her way to the Acorn's Tree's bridge. Galactic Forum-Wards-Flux On the dance floor, a tameranian girl was weaving and dancing, laughing, but not saying anything. She had a twinkle in her eye, though, one that may not be constrained as a positive thing... |
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| AGodofIrony | Sep 11 2008, 10:38 PM Post #4 |
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-Forum: U.T.R. Embassy- <Call me Elfangor. It's easier when you can't use thought-speak> the War Prince said to Didymus. <And I thought it might be a good idea to talk a bit before the actual forum. I've heard a lot about your species.> He peered into Didymus' office, and faltered, <Would it be okay to talk outside? We Andalites aren't all to fond of enclosed spaces like these rooms.> -Forum: Earth Gardens- Aximili stared at the man with his main eyes, as his stalk eyes continued to keep track of everything else around him. <The grass you offer at the cafeteria is an insult> Aximili said, somewhat haughtily <Good grass can only be eaten from the ground. Serving it like you humans do ruins it...Besides...> He moved to the side, and showed that the grass was still green <I am not absorbing enough nutrients from this grass to kill it. What would the point in that be?> -Council of Thirteen: Location Unknown- "It still seems like a bad move to send him...After all, the Andalites might try something." "No, they won't. That Elfangor has been put in charge of the diplomacy, at least for the forum. Visser Three and he may be old nemesises, but if the Andalites try something, then they show themselves as the aggressor...Not a good light for the other species to see them in." "But still, the U.T.R. seems to favor the Andalites. We can not fight them both, not as we are now. And our knowledge of humans is still fairly limited. Visser One has warned us that-" "Enough! The decision has already been made. Visser Three will be representing us at the Forum...If he does a good job, we will consider him for a promotion...If not, well, you all know..." Their were hurried nods all around from the group of aliens... -The Forum- Appearing from Z-Space, it's codes and all that checked through, appeared a twisted black ship...Visser Three's Blade Ship. But instead of doing battle, it moved to the forum to disembark a few passengers... It seems that the Yeerks had decided to come after all... |
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| The Vidit of Light | Sep 13 2008, 07:34 PM Post #5 |
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U.T.R. Embassy "Very well...Elfangor." Didymus said. "As for talking "outside", as long as you don't mean stepping out of the station, or some such as that, then certainly. Shall we walk in the gardens?" he asked. Presidium: Earth Gardens The guard sighed. This wasn't the first time an andalite had given him attitude had given him attitude. "Look, sir, it's policy." he said. "There are other places here that you can have Earth grass, I think there's a cafe for andalites in the wards that raises Earth grass for your consuption, but here, please, refrain from eating the grass." Starfire had lost interest in the grass now, and was examining a palm tree growing in the Earth garden's "tropic" zone. M.A.S. Acorn's Tree Sally had made her way to the bridge of the Acorn's Tree. Its pilot, a walrus mobian, briefly glanced away from his view to greet her. "Oh, hey Sal-I mean, princess Acorn. Sorry. I'm just not used to formalities." Sally smiled at him. "Don't worry, Rotor. I may have all the trappings of my title now, but your still my friend." "Thanks, princess Acorn-er-Sally-er-uh...-" Sally laughed a bit, and Rotor spoke into a comm channel. "Forum control, this is M.A.S. Acorn's Tree, requesting docking clearance." "M.A.S. Acorn's Tree, your ID checks out. Clearance granted. Welcome to the Forum. Transferring you to a mobian operator now." The Acorn's Tree approached the Forum's mobian area, and its escort ships began to break off. |
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| AGodofIrony | Sep 13 2008, 08:48 PM Post #6 |
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(Most Andalites are arrogant. Elfangor is a rare one who's not.) -U.T.R. Embassy- <Just out of the room> Elfangor said, <Tight spaces and Andalites don't mix well. And the gardens sounds like a good spot.> He gave that mouthless Andalite and backed up to wait for Vidit. <I've heard much about you. A young human who's helped fight a number of battles and quickly rose in the ranks. I had a similar experience in my early career.> -U.T.R. Embassy Gardens- Ax was about to protest again, when one of his stalk eyes caught site of something through the top of the station, which showed the stars. <The Yeerks are here!> he shouted in thought-speak <This is not good...> He knew, Elfangor had told him, that the Yeerks had been invited as well, but it wasn't sure whether they would come or not... Of course, they had decided too... -Forum: Disembarking Bay (Yeerks)- A hooved foot stepped forward, and several Hork Bajir accompanied it. Visser Three took note of the area, stalk eyes swiveling. He was under orders not to kill anyone, which greatly annoyed him. But with several U.T.R. ships, and an Andalite Dome Ship in dock, and probably ready in case they tried anything, he would have to repress his urges. "Errr...welcome, Yeerk Ambassadors," a nervous looking man said, stepping forward. Visser Three let off the aura of someone you did not want to piss off. <Show us to our quarters, human> Visser Three spat, as though the word 'human' was a curse <We wish to prepare for the forum!> "Of course," the man said, and began to bring Visser Three and his Hork Bajir entourage to their quarters... Off in a corner, watching them with mild interest but not attracting attention was a brown haired man in a brown coat. "Interesting," he said, "So the Yeerks decided to come...Maybe they're not what I should be worried about then..." He glanced downwards, as if in thought, "Hope Ben is having better luck..." |
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| The Vidit of Light | Sep 13 2008, 09:22 PM Post #7 |
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Forum-U.T.R. military embassy "About me? I'm honored." he said. "Rachel, you know how to call me if something comes up." "Yes, sir." Rachel replied, smiling sweetly at both Didymus and Elfangor. Walking along, (with Elfangor, I take it), he spoke up: "And I've heard much about you. The sturdy andalite general who's been at the tip of the spear against the yeerks for years, decades even. To be honest, I'll admit, it's an honor to have caught your eye. I mean, I've only served, well, about two years. Anyway, so...again, an honor." He paused. "So, what do you wish to discuss? Anything in particular?" he asked. They soon arrived at the gardens. Forum-Mobian embassy Sally stepped into her quarters, and looked herself over. Some human politicians had been at the docking bay to meet her, but the main pic op was to come later...at a formal dinner. It was a little bit away, but she was ready to go now. Having time to spend, she sat down and began to read over some news headlines...the crog blockade of Nourasia. Wow... she thought, reading about it. At least the humans were civil in warfare... she had admitted it already, and was going to tonight ...the crog are...are... She was glad that it wasn't the crog who had invaded Mobius. Forum disembarking bay (yeerks) Blackfire eyed the newly-arrived visser. She grinned, and followed after his entourage. |
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| AGodofIrony | Sep 13 2008, 09:38 PM Post #8 |
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-Forum: U.T.R. Gardens- <I read up on a number of humans> Elfangor told Didymus, <Along with some recent history...> He paused, then was silent for a few seconds, before continuing, <I found it interesting that you actually stood up for that other human, Peterson, even though you two were on different ends of the spectrum. That would never have happened with the Andalites...We are a very proud race.> His stalk eyes looked towards the ceiling, looking at the stars. <In particular, I would like to discuss the Yeerks. I have been fighting them for years, but our war started before my time...It is something our people must accomplish...To atone for our sins> Elfangor said, then looked towards Didymus. <Tell me, what the humans general think of our war and the two sides, of us and the Yeerks. Please, be honest. I simply wish to know general consensus.> -Forum: Yeerk Disembarkment- "Hey, you!" a Hork Bajir said in a gruff voice, turning to Blackfire, after a word from Visser Three. It's clawed hand reached for the Dracon Beam (like a laser, basically), holstered to it's side, glaring at the Tamarian. It didn't draw it though, but of course, with all it's blades, it's muscles, and size, it was intimidating as it was, "What do you want?" -Forum: Common Room- "In recent news," a television said, "The self exiled Peterson has apparently run into trouble with the local law of the outskirts planet he is on. It seems this forum military genius was caught trying to break into an office building." Ben Tenneson sighed to himself, looking around at everyone who was there. Maybe he needed to scout someplace else, or find The Doctor... |
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| Crystal Rose | Sep 14 2008, 01:20 PM Post #9 |
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(Finally I get some time to post! horrah!) Housing Complex 309-Earth Two teenagers sat on a carpeted floor, books and scattered around them in a messy fashion along with pencils and a few pieces of blank lined paper. A young man was sitting on the left, going through one of the books, while a much younger girl was sitting next to him, focusing on writing something on one of the sheets of paper. Both figures looked extremely alike, their raven hair and blue eye signaling that they were in fact related. The brother and sister, Jason and Melanie, were studying for entrance exams. "Do you understand Mel? Just divide the 16 and square it." Jason explained, shifting his spot in the carpet. Melanie frowned and wrote out his directions in a quick scribble. "I guess" she said quietly, still busy writing. Jason raised an eyebrow and looked over her shoulder to see what she was writing. "Are you even paying attention kiddo?" "I am! It's just hard okay?" She stated with a tired groan. Jason sighed and stood up, going to the window of their new home. They had only lived here for two days and tomorrow they would be entering their third high school in the last year. In every school previous Melanie scored high enough on her exams to be moved to high school with her brother (since usually 13 year olds would attend nearby middle schools) so it was extremely important that she scored high enough to be skipped ahead. It was not only Melanie who was obsessed with it, Kanna demanded that the two siblings stay as close as possible at all times. Jason frowned and wondered where their mother had gone. She always had a way of disappearing. (Gah! Will write more asap!) |
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| The Vidit of Light | Sep 14 2008, 02:00 PM Post #10 |
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Forum Presidium-Earth Gardens Didymus took a deep breath. His position was both a military and a diplomatic one, and as such, he wasn't supposed to say anything that could ruin relations with anyone. That didn't mean he had to be quiet, however. "Well," he said. "my position is a diplomatic one as well as a military one." he said outloud. "However, I can remind you of public knowledge. Most of the human race is...unfavorable toward the yeerks." He didn't go into detail, or even state his own personal opinion on the andalite-yeerk war, but left it at that. "As for standing up for Peterson...well, I would have had him tried as a traitor myself up until he ordered the dark matter solidifier to destroy itself. That weapon was basically the rebellion's last shot at winning their insurrection, and instead of using it to drive us into retreat and continuing the war, Peterson had it destroyed. In effect, he himself played a major role in destroying the rebellion, and as such, I thought, and EarthCom (Earth Command, the U.T.R. military's central and/or "high" command) and president Riley (more on him later, you can probably guess his position, though) agreed, that he should be granted at least some amnesty for that. But thank you." "And the yeerks? Your sins? Hmmm...you've got my curiosity, but I won't ask you to say anything more than you will." Starfire had noticed them, however, and was watching them intently. She had heard a bit about both of them, and decided to try to listen in on their chat...which meant that she only got about half of it, unless Elfangor was "thought-speaking" to the general area. Forum-Yeerk Disembarkment bay Blackfire grinned at the yeerk (even if it was in another body) agent. "You people look all important. You can't blame a girl for getting curious." She laughed a bit. Earth-Housing Complex 309 (or whatever you may wish to call it) A man in a red uniform slowly approached Kanna and co.'s house, his red uniform setting him out as an agent of NERV. Around the house, soldiers clad in something that looked like this were getting into position, around the windows and such. The man knocked on the door. Depending on who answered, he would ask "Melanie Narroh?" or "Jason Narroh?" |
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| AGodofIrony | Sep 14 2008, 04:55 PM Post #11 |
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-Forum: Earth Gardens- Elfangor, was in fact, only speaking towards Didymus with his thought-speak. <The Andalite law of Seerow's Kindness> Elfangor said, <We are forbidden to give Andalite technology to another species, no matter the reason...> The Andalite War-Prince paused once more, then nodded to Didymus, a very human trait. <If you excuse me, I must be off now. I simply wished to have a chance to talk to you one on one...And if what I saw in the sky is true, an old sin of mine is here...It appears as though the Yeerks decided to come.> He turned to Didymus and raised his tail blade in a show of respect, then turned towards his younger brother, who was looking worried. They had a short conversation in thought-speak, and the two headed off. <Good luck, young human> Elfangor said to Didymus as the two Andalite brothers headed off. -Yeerk Disembarkment Bay- The Hork Bajir was about to make another comment, when Visser Three stepped forward. <A Tamarian> he said, <A Class Four species...Quite suitable for infestation, but difficult to take...> Visser Three looked at Blackfire. While arrogant and headstrong many times, he could be crafty and manipulative if he wanted to. <If you are curious, why don't you accompany us for now? We can discuss something...Blackfire, estranged Princess of the Tamarians.> |
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| The Vidit of Light | Sep 14 2008, 05:25 PM Post #12 |
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Forum-Presidium-Earth Gardens "Very well, Elfangor. An honor to have spoken with you. Thank you." Didymus said. He considered saluting Elfangor, returning what was but decided against it, not out of any lack of respect for him, but more so because if he was filmed saluting such a key andalite, it could sour the already-cool relations with the yeerks, and, well, such political sensitivities were a part of his post. However, as Elfangor raised his tail blade, he hoped his own expression conveyed his own respect well enough. Starfire was hovering still, watching the exchange. Didymus's communicator beeped, and when he answered it, Rachel let him know it was time to get ready for the dinner he was to attend. He made his way back to the U.T.R. military embassy. Forum-Mobius Gardens Sally was ready for the dinner already, but she had some time to spend until it began, so she was out walking in the Mobius Gardens. They had much in common with the Earth ones. She walked about, and tried to keep a sturdy, but sociable demeanor. Forum-Yeerk Disembarkment bay Blackfire smiled slyly. "Okay." she said. "I'll come along...just who are you, anyway. I mean, you're clearly a slug living in a stolen body, but I don't know much more than that." Intimidation of government figures, regardless of their species, or attempts at it, at least, was part of her idea of fun. |
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| Crystal Rose | Sep 14 2008, 07:08 PM Post #13 |
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Nourasia Nourasia, one of the largest hubs of culture and tradition in the known galaxy, was slowly dying. The once tall and proud holy city of Dahll was fading in color and life and the kingdom that resided inside of Dahll was perishing as well. What once was an amazing place to live was now avoided by many travelers of galaxies. The Crog empire had not been kind to Nourasia.... A teenage boy stood silently, a dagger in one hand and a bow in another. He was currently in front of dozens of elders, each wishing to hear him speak. Beside him on one side sat his mother Queen Nori and on the other his father King Lao. Both stared in front of them, neither speaking. All eyes (except for his mother and father's) were on him. The boy, Prince Aikka of Nourasia, frown and gave a slight cough to gain attention (though he felt it had been on him all night) before speaking. "My people" the alien started, his voice even and calm. "I wish to tell you that our times of hardship and pain will soon end. Our country has been in the grasp of the Crogs for many years, but soon I will gain the throne and end their tyranny once and for all" With this the crowd cheered. "Our time has come, we will defeat the Crogs! We will rule our own county! We will prevail!" The crowd now cheered louder, voices echoing throughout the chambers. The elders were hailing Nourasia left and right. Aikka turned away and exited the room. He hated being a liar. Housing Complex 309-Earth At the doorbell Melanie and Jason looked at each other, wondering who could be at the door. They hadn't yet met the neighboors and they didn't have any friends in this part of the city. Melanie stood up quickly. "I'll get it! Maybe one the neighbors brought us some brownies like last time!" the girl rushed to the door and opened it with a smile. Jason sighed and followed closely behind, leaving their studying behind them. When the door finally opened Melanie's smile somewhat faded. He didn't look like one of the neighbors. "Umm...May I help you?" |
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| AGodofIrony | Sep 14 2008, 07:29 PM Post #14 |
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-Yeerk Disembarkment Bay- <My name is Visser Three> the Yeerk in the Andalite body said, <The only Yeerk ever to infest an Andalite body...As for being just a slug...> He gave an Andalite smile, <We Yeerks are a sentient species, just as much as you, these humans, those Andalites. Do we not deserve the same freedoms as you? To be able to see, to hear? To communicate with other species?> He swept his arms upwards, <Our enemies, the Andalites, wish to deprive us of these gifts they have in spades.> Esplin 9466 Superior, more commonly known by his rank, Visser Three, glanced towards Blackfire, <Things are not black and white...> |
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| The Vidit of Light | Sep 14 2008, 07:36 PM Post #15 |
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Housing Complex 309-Earth The man regarded Melanie and Jason, looking them over curiously. They did not deny his reference to them, and they matched the profile. He pressed a small button on a transmitter he was holding. He gave the NERV commandos around the house the go-ahead. The windows smashed as the men clad in power armor broke in, and made their way toward the front door from whatever angle they entered from. The man in the red uniform himself drew a gun. "Come with us." he said. Yeerk Disembarkment Bay Blackfire laughed a bit, and spoke. "Relax, slug, I'm not into the whole "right and wrong" thing anyway. I could really care less if things were black and white." |
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