Xewleer

Chapter 2 The Lokaria was a dingy, bare minimum of upkeep ever lavished upon it; as tasteless a building as ever that started an adventure. He walked in with confidence, practically welcoming the stares. The patrons would see two things: One, this man was well dressed, possibly rich and famous, definitely alone. Secondly, they would see the saber at his side, as well as his stance, which would allow him to kill anyone not extremely skilled in a single sweep. Most patrons turned back to their drinks and tried to find oblivion. The few brave, or stupid ones, either tried to stare him down or began to calculate how, if possible would they be able to bilk this well dressed man out of his money. Dracon felt a little kid try to sneak up on him. Humans wouldn't hear him, but he could. Suddenly, at the last second, he fell to his knees and turned around, staring the boy in the eye. "Nope. Try someone else." The little girl jumped and ran off. The gamblers and salesmen turned around, no money to be had here. One, however, kept looking at him. Dracon ignored everyone and took a table in a darkened corner of the room. Most of the patrons were seated around the bar, where their fetid ale would come quickly and cheaply. The bar maid, who had seen better days some thirty years ago, came hesitantly up to take his order. Few people with his aura of power came here, and when they did, it was usually a precursor to a renovation, and not because anyone wanted to. "Whatever, I've got my own drink. Just bring me some kind of cooked meat. Preferably no blood and DEAD. Here's five Villeins" The waitress nodded and rushed into the kitchen to bring some of the meat out. The one patron that continued to stare at him got up and walked over, acting all cool-like. He hoped... stood out like a sore thumb to Dracon. He was dragging with him someone. He passed by the light and it revealed a slave girl, but he didn't get a very good look. The man sat down across from him, the girl was a half-elf, crying. Dracon could tell that she was very fresh, as the ones who are in the 'business' of slave/consorts have this blank, accept anything stare that barely kept them from being considered the living dead. Half-elves, however, are discriminated against outside of elvish and a few other provinces. They are considered fair game to slavers and treated only better than animals because it was against the law to deny them certain things. That was one of the reasons he was so loyal to The Black Master, because he kept Half-elves like him from a fate like her's. Fortunately, he was in a position to help her. Half-elvens, at least when they are not in mental anguish, can smell each other. That's what drew him here despite his pride. The man was shuffling his feet. He was one of those thin, balding and liver spotted men you knew was evil at first sight. His hands kept rubbing and he kept a very firm grip on the girl's chain. "What say you, sir? I say that you are a rich man... looking for thrills in a place like this. You have your own ale, and plenty of money... these men barely earn five Villeins a day, much less spend them in one. I have a deal. A thrill at a deal that is... an unbroken maiden... you would be her first man. What say you then? Fifty Villeins for the night. Maybe you can buy her if she... tickles a man's fancy..." His hands began to reach for her. "Do you require a demonstration? I'm sure once you see her with her clothes off..." The female began to struggle a little. Dracon could finally see the lash marks on her skin that tried to quell her spirit. "That won't be necessary. Let's say, for my very certain... interest... I have to purchase her for all time. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to giver her back..." "Truly, the rich know more cruelty than even I." "Which is more cruel? The cruel man or the man who sold her to the cruel man knowing what would happen?" Dracon took an air of aloof apathy. The thin man took up on it instantly, he thought this was a man who knew money and power. A little wheedling and bargaining would come next. "Too true, too true. As you know... rare beauties like her... a one time use... that's rather expensive, for even a rich nobleman." He was looking slyly at where he thought he knew where the money was. Jokes on him, it was in a different pocket. "Oh, now I don't know about that. You didn't cut out her vocal cords, did you? Takes all the fun out of it..." The old man was offended. "No sir! She's pristine and *relatively* untouched." Dracon smiled his evil smile. "Then what's your price... I am wealthy." "One thousand Villeins" This number was a direct invitation for a haggling session. "Please, you insult even me. Twenty times the amount for a single night? Three Hundred!" "Eight." "Three-fifty." "Sir! It takes that and a half more to keep these bones together and to... further invest in my business." "Five hundred then. Or does it take even more?" "Hmmmm..." "Five hundred fifty." "Deal!" The man tossed over the girls chain and took the money that he was given. He thanked him profusely. Evil man. "Sit next to me. In the darkness... where few can see us. Hehhhehehh..." He breathed into her ear. She made a funny squeaking sound at the strange tickle. A few of the patrons, the ones within hearing range, giggled at her discomfort. Once they were thoroughly hidden by darkness, he enveloped her with his cape and whispered in her ear. "Pretend I'm feeling you up." He waited. Most of the drunks would focus of the strange noises that emanated from his cape, rather than the whisper in her ear. "I'm on your side. Touch my ears. Yes... I am a... But don't worry. I won't do anything either of us would regret..." She calmed down. She realized that her safety, even if he was just leading her on for his own sadistic amusement, could be very soon. If not... she just hoped it would be quick and painless. However, one man had magically augmented himself, illegally. Among them were super-night vision and enhanced hearing. And he was certainly "You're a HALF-ELF?!?!" He said, half-drunkenly. "I DON'T LIKE HALF-ELVES!!!" He staggered off in the wrong direction, but he turned around. Before he got too close, the saber swished out and ended the drunk man's short, illegal life. But the damage was done. This time, Dracon adopted a great deal of bravado. "I happen to like Half-elves thank you VERY much. And I'll skewer the first person who thinks that, just because I'm a Half-elf, I'm a pansy. So, who wants to test me. Ten thousand years too early! I could kill you all with a spear tied to my neck and all my limbs chopped off and bleeding to death! And live!" He said defiantly. With a roar they rushed him. They began to fall as soon as they were within his weapon's reach. One of them slipped past him and grabbed Dracon's newest acquisition, holding a knife to her neck. "Die or I'll kill her!" He screamed. Dracon didn't even look and tossed the saber over his shoulder. It cut off the man's hand before cutting the man's throat. Blood spewed everywhere, especially over the female Half-elf. He then began to beat them to death with his own two hands. Pretty soon, there were very few left. The survivors ran away. He grabbed the evil old man and strangled him. The bar tender, however, knew better than to debate with someone killing off his patrons, and stoically waited for him to finish. "Thanks for not destroying the place." He said, rather sarcastically. "Have a hundred Villeins." Dracon said. He tossed the money on the bar and helped the girl up from her prone position on the floor. "Hey. Let's go, we have a long way to go tonight. What's your name?" "Lexander. Name?" She said as he took off the last of the chains and retrieved his saber. He cleaned it with a rag. "Call me Douglas. Once we reach the next town on my route I'll get you some proper clothes. But for now, content yourself with my coat." He walked out, shouldering his bag, expecting Lucrecia to follow him. Which she did, she had no where else to go. "Listen, we need to ask around for my brother once we reach the next town, he's sure to be looking for me. Wait... did you really mean what you said... about freeing me?" "Yes. Yes I did." Meanwhile- In another small town, one man held a larger, bulkier man against the wall with his left elbow. He had killed quite a few people, and their bodies lay in various, unfortunate positions around him. "A female, Lucrecia, was seen here in the company of an old man, know him?" He pushed against the man's sternum threateningly. "YES! *Urk* I saw him pass by. Name's Teleh! Slave trader... mostly young women. Not many Half-elves. Was going Lokaria-way! Don't kill me!" "Why didn't anyone buy her here?" "Too much money! Five hundred is a lot after all!" The man let him go. "Where's Lokaria?" The man, nursing a half-broken chest-bone, pointed in the correct direction. "I'll come for you... If I can't pick up a trail there... I'll kill you!" He yelled as he ran off. The bulky man slumped down until he was lying down. Then he remembered something. The kid had a red bandanna on his left arm, hidden in his crew-neck shirt. One of those rebels... that's a 100 Villein reward! He grinned, and he had just sent him to Lokaria! But first... to find a policeman.

Spaghetti and meatballs (and I made it, pretty good cook I am... twas delicious) Writing the next chapter. I'll focus on Dracon (Douglas) for now... in fact, that's all I'm focusing on really.

your wish will be granted. When I write a chapter and eat my dinner, whatever order it occurs in.

Chapter 1 The rain is hard. You are traveling with a large group of people towards the only inn in sight. You are the last one in, Lokaria, strange name. Fortunately, your traveling companions are more interested in a bed than a tale and an ale, so you are able to find a comfortable corner seat in the inn, very close to an old man who is telling stories, both of battles and humor. Eventually, you are full of food and ready to listen. You laugh along with everyone else at the story of the League of Almost Superheroes. Most of the children are asleep, and the old man decides to tell his most dramatic story. You feel interested as he captivates the listeners then begins his story... "The world we live in is a world of heroes and villains. Long ago, though, there was one big villain who controlled all the other villains and fought all the heroes who dared fight him. It was long before he fell but, in the middle of his reign, he had two 'Hands.' One was his foremost general, who died the same year he conquered the world through sheer military brilliance that can only be horribly mangled in emulation today. The other was a personal friend who would die for him at a single word. This friend, indeed, died many times for him but was revived constantly in the now forbidden Resurrection Capsule. It was in the middle of the villain's reign that his 'Dragon,' that is, second in command, left him for love alone. It marked the beginning of the slow end that was nearly a hundred generations long, and is still occurring not one hundred miles from this very inn..." You feel yourself nodding off, half listening to the words... A dark, rather devious looking man, but not without muscles, is sitting on a throne discussing some new type of death-trap to another man, who listens and gives advise on placement. The devious one says that they already placed it, but is interrupted by a man rushing in. He was dressed in normal attire for heroes. Masses of weapons, some kind of object of power and a large, over-sized sword, obviously over-compensating for something. "Your reign of evil is at an end! Black Master! Your time is up!" He said defiantly, posing heroically. "No it's not!" Said Black Master. He then pulled a lever, where upon the trap door opened up one foot in front of the hero's feet. "Hah! You shall have to do more than that to defeat me!" He leaped over the pit, as he was in the air, the second in command pulled another lever. "Always have a spare..." The hero fell into a pit and a great pillar of fire shot up, incinerating yet one more person who thought they were all that. Black Master and his second in command started to laugh, the stupidity of hero's never ceased to amaze them. "Man, when do they ever quit... Captain!" The Captain was a veteran from all the wars of the past fifteen years. Hard and tough, he was a dangerous man that few heroes could best without going through Training from Hell, twice. He was tired and had several daggers stuck to his back. He had made himself immune to most poisons in existence, so a poisoned blade was currently a moot point. "Master!!" He said, bowing as soon as he came in. "Forgive me! We are, even now working to fix the damage." The Black Master wasn't perturbed at all by his minion's failing. The man had been the Captain for fifteen years after his tours of duty, and 'hero incidents' had been cut in half. He learned from his mistakes and was loyal to his very core, notable qualities his unfortunate minions failings. "I forgive you. You have found his entry point?" The Black Master valued and rewarded competent minions and his Legion of Terror knew his blessings were generous. This kept them loyal and competent. "I would prefer this never to happen again..." "Of course, Liege! He used a shrink spell to get through the gates and then sneaked his way through the complex with invisibility spells. The contractor was late in getting the anti-invisibility shield to us and it wasn't up yet. It won't be a weakness beyond tomorrow. Also, we have sent orders to your engineers to ensure that no one ever exploits that weakness ever again." The Captain looked up, expecting some punishment, none was forthcoming. "Very good, Captain. See, Dracon, this is what a loyal subordinate should be, loyal, but with plenty of initiative... I trust the soldiers are okay?" The Captain's chest swelled and he gave his answers with complete confidence. "Only two deaths, two critically injured... and I've got a couple daggers in my back, nothing too bad." The Captain wasn't bleeding, they hadn't even scratched the second-chance armor he wore under his primary armor. "Good. Get yourself taken care of, I wouldn't want my trusted Captain faltering when I need him most. Dracon, go assess the damage. Maybe you can see a few more flaws that need addressing. Let this be another lesson to us. With each attack we become this much more secure. Dismissed!" The Black Master got up and left to his private chambers. As soon as he left the Captain heaved a sigh of relief. "I always worry when I have to report bad news..." Dracon just smiled and told him the story of the rather unintelligent hero. "He was doing pretty well until he ran into us... Poor guy... double check the incinerator." He said, walking with the Captain towards the wall. "Don't I always? Here we are... As you can see, he entered by shrink spell..." He explained the ins and outs of the door and the vulnerability that was now shown to them. The Black Master watched from his window, his consort, 'The Black Widow', stretched erotically then grabbed him from behind. "Come on, baby... Guh... forget it... It's not like I have a choice in this matter... ever since you mind raped me into submission, I'm just glad I can still talk with some little freedom." "Believe me I regret that choice every day. But don't worry, I'll soon tire of you and toss you out, removing the obedience spell, of course. You'll leave a little more used and angry than when I found you." He smiled at his mistress, who was quite disturbed. "Don't you think it's kinda sad the way things are going down?" She said, finally pushing through his disturbing 'slasher smile.' "I mean. At least you have me, as brainwashed and harpy-tongued as I am... Wait... are you growing on me...?" "I sure hope not... Are you referring to my dear Dracon's lack of any mate, mind raped or otherwise?" He said. It had been worrying him to. Albeit the both of them were, to nearly all circumstances, Nigh invulnerable and practically immortal, the Black Master once had a girlfriend, she was murdered. That incident was the reason he decided to be a villain. He then met Dracon and they rose to this height together. He was the master and Dracon forever his servant. "Anyway. it's not healthy for him to have no girl. No real relationship with whom he can sleep next to in complete safety..." "I hardly have that kind of arrangement now! Evil knows I can barely trust you not to stab me in the back!" He said in frustration. He sat at his desk and began to write memos, ignoring the woman behind him. Eventually, she huffed off. When she was out of the room he stopped and looked outside the window. People like her to fulfill his petty lusts were scum. She would be lucky to leave here alive if she continued ribbing him... He let himself a second of regret for his past then moved on to the present, reading reports and making comments. He suddenly stood up. Recently, he had a vacation, but he had left Dracon here to hold the fort. Dracon had not had a vacation in nearly a hundred years. He needed one, whether he wanted to or not. He wrote several letters and called for a pile of cash. As soon as the latest upgrades are done, he would leave for a trip, wandering wherever his heart desires! Yes! The perfect trip for someone like him! So, at dinner, they sat at the normal, small table. While eating, Dracon was briefing on the progress they had made that day. Normal, everything green, no other infiltrations... Boring, normal, nothing surprising. "Well, that's all good, but I have a surprise for you!" He snapped his fingers and servants began to scramble and bring out the gear. "By all that is unholy, I hope it's not another bomb..." He stopped at the sight of what was obviously top of the line travel gear. "You can't be sane..." He paused again, as the full realization came in. "I can't leave!" He said, standing up. "Yes you can! Captain is just as competent as you and everything is fool proof. If you want, I'll put the security to it's fullest, you know that we just let some of those guys in on purpose don't you!? I'll be perfectly fine!" He was smiling! Dracon's jaw dropped, a little stunned. Just as The Black Master had planned! "Quickly! While he's stunned! Get the gear on him..." He directed the clothing of his friend and they tossed him into a transport which quickly drove away to another part of the nearly world-wide empire. Dracon awoke from his stupor and found himself holding a letter. He squinted at it menacingly then opened it. "Dear Douglas! I hope you don't find this too sudden, but I'm sending you on a vacation (as long as you want! :) ) with plenty of money and your favorite weapons. Of course I remembered a hood, my half-elven friend. You don't have to worry about me, already Captain is preparing the castle for the lock out mode that shall surely protect me. You don't have to worry! I'll be fine! If you're bored and see some heroes, tell them about the power crystals, THAT should amuse you. Your ever lovin' boss, Roland." He signed with his old name, and used Dracon's name as well. Dracon had to have a vacation... He sighed then got out of the now halted vehicle. There was an inn nearby. He flipped up his hood and walked in. Inns were notorious for heroes to gather to plot the over throw of the evil Black Master. Lokaria, strange name...

Lady Chey! (is that SHAY (sh sound) or TCHAY (a sound from catch)?) Please hear our cries for more story! I don't know why I call you 'lady' just sounds right, heh.

Glad you're enjoying yourself. My favorite kind of evil. I have a feeling Garland (After he got over his 'impophobia' [by being convinced there was no such thing as forest imps no less]) has become a magnificent villain, albeit that he is the second nicest character for some reason. I wish to be like that some day...

Sephy! Why? Height! Not Hight! Please check your spelling! Intriguing. Though the fight with the assassins is a little confusing. Please mess with it a little. Personally, I believe in order, evil or not, but only evil to a certain point. You know what I mean?

hmmmm... is that a School Days sig there? I recognize the female a bit (the males are mostly the same to me.)

Suddenly, you are transported to a library. In a comfortable chair sitting in front of an inviting, roaring fireplace is the man known only as Xewleer. One hand swirls a glass of red Chianti as the other holds a copy of your poem. "Ah, welcome." He says in a midwestern accent. "A new arrival with something unique and idyllic is always welcome. You may enjoy to your hearts content. But a warning, should you ever raise the dead and past stories from ages past, there will be no forgiveness." He does not say this ominously, but you can tell he means it. You wander off, there are many stories to read here.

Thanatos... isn't that from Gargoyles? Yes, it is a good story, Rick Astley is teh evil!

Arsenic is a poison! No matter. Good story my friend, do more.

Hmmmm... lets look into the psychology of Lopa today... Lopa After the first chapter, 2 days. Lopa had recently arrived from her home. She had been re-purposed and sent back to earth to resume her studying. She was certainly surprised when Jaster was chosen to be her protector. Not that she minded (she secretly had a crush on him, humans and Aliens could interbreed after all), but she thought it would be painful for him after the way Kora had treated her. He met her with Pllakat at the space port that replaced old Lambert Intl. "Welcome back to earth!" Jaster greeted her with a satisfied nod. He seemed a great deal more upbeat and cheerful in manner. Pllakat greeted her in the native language. <"Welcome!"> "Thank you very much, Jaster, Pllakat, would you show me the way to the transport?" She said. She was very pleased at Jaster's change. The car was an old turn of the century Ford, very roomy compared to the cramped space ship. "How's things here, then?" Jaster spoke without turning back. His right hand was noticeably in Pllakat's. "Better. Things have settled down a lot. I think peace can be achieved once you guys start treating us like equals. No offence, of course. But as general to your policies. We could be a great ally to your civilization. No matter no matter... But the people who nearly rioted won't be a problem provided you girls stay in the shadows." "You speak rather harshly..." Lopa felt awkward. Jaster was basically speaking treason... but she had asked for... it's too confusing, but at least it was more settled. "Sorry. I don't like to mince words. But I'm being dead serious. There are a lot of angry people who want to be free, or, at least have you people out of here. Despite the fact there is no physical outward difference between the two cultures, you, and I really, need to tread carefully." He paused. They were at a tricky portion of the highway. Pllakat had a map out and was whispering instructions. "All right... Fortunately, I've been able to smooth you over with the other people... after all, Kora was certainly a problem. Mind telling me things about what happened to you? Pllakat was in a regeneration tank most of the time and she didn't get a lot of news." "I was told not to tell you." Jaster smiled and said something to Pllakat she couldn't quite hear. <"Strawberries? They're delicious!"> She held out the box of sweet red berries. Lopa took a few. She watched a little jealously as Pllakat fed a few to Jaster then ate a few herself. The two females began to talk animatedly as Jaster drove south. It was an hour and a half drive. Eventually Jaster just plugged his Mp3 player into an apparatus and they listened to the varied human and Alien musics that Jaster had collected. He had a wide and varied collection that spanned the peaceful melodies of Kanon in D to an old style of Japanese music called J-pop to the harmonies of the Whispers of the Moons to the strangely upbeat rhythms of Sunstroke. Eventually the batteries ran out but they enjoyed it while it lasted. The gas also dipped to empty and they had to enter a gas station in the middle of Hick-town, Missouri. Worst place for an Alien to be... on Earth at least. Soon enough, a group of five youths with very red necks arrived. They all wore the customary clothes of the Revolutionaries, a red,white and blue bandana with any medley of disreputable and cheap clothing of a rough nature. As for weapons, they all wore a fire-arm and a close range weapon, most had some kind of knife or breathe, but the leader had an old katana from the second Alien-Human war. The blade was notched, but still very dangerous. "Well well well... what've we have here? Boys? No! Girls! and a guy... But that's not the point! They're aliens! Boys? Boys! Focus!" The leader obviously had issues with his subordinates. "But, the one in the front is hot! Hey! She's looking at me!" Said a particularly dim one. "FOCUS!" He laid about with his hand until he had their attention. "Alright!... What was I saying... Oh yeah! they're aliens... Oh yessss... And what do we do to aliens?!? Boys? Focus... FOCUS! Alright! We... uh... Beat the living daylights out of them! Yes!" About this time Jaster came out with some snacks and the receipt for the gas. He didn't even show surprise at their appearance, he knew something like this would happen. The leader noticed him and walked up to him, getting in his face and breathing his foul halitosis into his mouth. "Boys! we have a traitor! Yes! And what do we do to traitors? We beat the living daylights out of them! That's right! We beat the living daylights out of them!" Jaster sighed and shook his head. He opened Pllakat's door and dumped the food on her lap before closing it and turning to face the cretin. "Now look here. You boys should go home and forget this ever happened. Otherwise, you won't live out the day." The leader jeered at him. "Weelelll now... You're pretty arrogant! I'll CUT YOU DOWN TO SIZE!!!" He drew his katana and charged him, swinging it without skill. Jaster waited until the last moment then gave a powerful punch, shattering the leaders fingers and making him drop his sword. "Are we gonna let him do that to me!?! No we are not! Get him!" The dim one ran in first screaming some inarticulate blasphemy before the rest started. Jaster sighed. Four blows later and the attackers were all on the ground howling, nursing broken bones. Jaster got into his car and began to drive, acting like nothing ever happened. "Sorry about them. They're idiots. I forgot to ask you something, how was the flight over? I here hyperdrive ley lines are very psychadelic." Lopa quickly readjusted herself from the object of her affection to talking about the hippy-esque experience of ley line travel.

uh... sorry for your loss and uh... more story please!

Bluejay, I saw this topic last night and I wrote a post so hot he would have incinerated him where he typed. But I didn't to be nice...

My opinion: Fanciful gibberish that doesn't warrant a second go. Oh yes and your story is 11 months old. Please write something else.

Ah, Sephiroth King, your writing is impeccable. Please continue, you have me fully in your grasp.

I've written in the present tense before. It ain't too bad, just gotta remember that it's in the present. that's all. Good luck with your chores! Embrace hard work! It's good for you!

I personally would like longer chapters, but I am satisfied with your writing so far. INDEED! haaa

I'm too manly to watch romantic movies. I'll go if and when I get a girlfriend, but only if it's one I approve of. d(Needless to say, I have yet to have a girlfriend, though I am a 'trusted' friend with several girls I know. Strange... why do bad boys get all the girls!?!! Nice guy over here ladies, guaranteed to be faithful!! Gah... Never mind... I'm too nice to say it out loud...)

yep. Except Jaster cut off her wings in battle (I won't write that one for a long time though... maybe) and well... the rest is history as they say.

Heh, thanks. Anyway. I'm going to divide up the chapters according to the character I'm focusing on. Emperor Black Dragon. The past: final campaigns of the second Human-Alien war. Emperor Black Dragon, as he was known, was a Vietnamese twenty-year old. He was thickly built, down to his very thick thatch of black hair. He was not, however, anything like an idiot. He was not a field commander, but rather an arm chair general, relying on Chivalrous Knight or Berserker King to carry out his strategies. Both were loyal to him, at least, as long as it benefited them. Knight was beginning to be a problem though. After that near debacle that ended with a Pyrrhic victory, when he fought and captured an enemy commander, he had become emotional and all but unusable. Not a good thing in this part of the war. Knight was his loyal pawn, he boosted troop moral, led the charges and could think up strategies on the fly. That commander... Angel? No, that's species... Pllakat, had been a thorn in Knight's side for years... and he FALLS IN LOVE WITH HER?!?! How romantic! He nearly laughed out loud! Of course they would have to interrogate her, but he was certain Knight would be able to overlook that. It was strange though, Knight barely did all the things he was ordered, yet he was bending over backwards for the enemy! He gave up a quart of blood for her! Staying by her side! He blamed pheromones. The Aliens used them to great effect on the weak minded. But Knight was one of the smarter people he knew... He shook his head. Jaster was human. Humans can make anything change for the better. Maybe the God much of humanity now cursed had a sense of humor after all. Knight would flinch at that sort of comment. He walked into the field hospital room. The angel was on her stomach, arrayed that she wouldn't suffocate. The stumps that once held the wings were heavily bandaged and hooked up to apparatuses that would keep the blood flowing through her body. Knight was sitting next to her on a chair, he was tired and very pale from all the blood he had to give. He smiled very weakly as Dragon came in. "Lord Dragon... forgive me if I don't do anything in your honor. Too little blood you see." He said quietly. "Why did you save her?" "I wanted to. No real reason. It felt really good to save someone for a change instead of killing them." He paused. "She'll be alright once she wakes up. I want her to like me... but then again... if she wants to kill me, I'll..." He hung his head, disturbed at the thought. "I'm strong enough for that. But it bothers me a lot. This is the first girl I sacrificed for... and I've liked her for a long time..." "She's been trying to kill you for about the same time..." "Yes... I know the reality of it all. But this is the first girl... It really bothers me that everyone around me has a relationship, even if it is love-hate. I want to try it, for once." Dragon was disturbed at this. It was true, Knight had never had a proper relationship with a girl before. Fine, Dragon would fully support him but... "She's the enemy and she's not even human." "Listen... I've fought for you for years. I've never for asked for anything seriously. Not ever. Nothing even close to this. Honor and death have followed. I want to do something that will hurt me. I want her to like me, but it's doomed to fail... And hurt. But it hurts more because I haven't held anyone in my arms and told them I love them, or asked for forgiveness... it really does." "Fine. But you are in charge of her. I won't save you." Dragon got up and left. He walked back after a minute of reflection. "Listen. I shouldn't..." He was surprised by Pllakat grabbing Jaster around the neck. Hugging him. He was about to turn away when he saw Jaster's face. It was peaceful... happy. Dragon had to disturb it. He didn't want his friend stabbed in the back later on. "Hey! What's your game?" Pllakat spoke something he didn't quite understand. Jaster, however, seemed to understand her perfectly. He had said before that he had a gift for languages... but still, he didn't realize Jaster could speak Alien. "She says that she's mine now. Apparently, when they were created, their wings hold a bit of their psyche. Thusly, cutting them off resets their psychology. But not memories or anything like that. Apparently it's tradition, should the victorious warrior treat the defeated 'Angel' well, they become devoted. We've heard of this from defectors, but we never believed them..." He looked away into Pllakat's eyes. Dragon couldn't see anything malicious in them. He left the room. Later on they would see what would happen. Pllakat was one of the commanders of the Alien army, she had information they needed. Knight had better remember his duty!

too true. I know a guy who keeps trying to get laid. I treat him like scum. (he has yet to succeed) I think we're on the same page. Though it should be noted that Mussolini and Hitler were competent in their own ways, (Hitler was a brilliant speech writer and giver. also, he was able to turn Germany around) (Mussolini was able to 'free' Italy from it's government and, like Hitler, did a lot of good things for it) but horrible generals. Clintons were competent, but once Bill got into the White House... Ugh... Mrs. Clinton would actually be better than Obama for a Democratic choice. Now... You see it's not that all adults are 100% competent or something, just that they all have skills... ah who gives a rip we're on the same page. Hey, have you read Honor yet? Leave a comment...

You try to get inspiration for something you lost the beginning of! I'm working on it... gah... really, I'm trying to get inspiration back. Most of it is stuck in my 'honor' series... I might abandon it... Not before I take some characters... (You'll see Wolf and Mate again, Hermione definitely. Maybe)

Why do the adults have to be incompetent? I mean, I don't many (if any really) truly incompetent adults. I mean... Supposedly there are super teenage crackers (Hackers to lay-folk) that can run rings around adults. But my dad has high level FBI clearance from his job practically running the entirety of Webster Universities network to screw those 'super-crackers' over 5 times to Hell and back. I kid you not. Mom's awesome, she's got a British accent and cooks awesomely. My Grandfather (British, Mom) avoided the British draft during WW2 by being SMART. Grandma (Dad's side) Was the head secretary for a CEO. In her old age! My druggie uncle is the best cook I've ever known. My dad runs a software company. His employee (they're doing beta testing and what-not for stuff I can't talk about) was on the team that designed the fathers of the computer chips YOU ARE USING RIGHT NOW. I can go on if you want. Those are just my closest family/friends. I also know a guy who can influence the Anhueser busch deal, he's 80ish. I'm not lying (maybe exaggerating) but they can do all the things I just told you. Most of them are at least 50! Gah! There are very few incompetent adults! MOST CHILDREN AND TEENAGERS LIKE YOU AND ME ARE THE INCOMPETENT ONES!!!!!! Important!!^^^ Sorry. But I hate it when adults are characterized as idiots. It's stupid. And I'm 18.

Never played it and have all but no clue about the plot or otherwise. Except that there are dating sim elements leading to an alien sex scene... so... um... yeah... (news media... I didn't search for it or anything! It just came on)