Post by Queen's Assassin on Jul 13, 2009 18:00:31 GMT -5
ooc - So I'm probably going to have evil brain blocks every now and then and need some help out. If I haven't written anything in a while give me a mental slap. Thanks.
Oh and the Hannah Montana song Rock Star is really good!
I might even be a ROCK STAR. I ran like 7 miles this morning.
ROCK STAR! do do do do whoa ho o The stars are lights and the moon is a vibe from above! *Dances around wildly*
bic - Vamir Fabien rocked through the sky in his Delta fighter. One More fighter to take down before he would could go back to the battle cruiser waiting in orbit. One more fighter. Vamir lined up his targeting computer and fired. The fighter ahead of him burst into flames as the planet's gravity pulled it down. It crashed.
'The pilot couldn't have survived that crash.' Vamir thought. 'Too bad. He was good. We could have recruited him.' "The enemy's gone." Vamir reported through the mic in his fighter. "Nice job today, Sir" The temporary commander of the battle cruiser said. "I always do a nice job." The handsome Knight said as he headed beck to the cruiser. 'Back to the Spara for some well deserved rest.' Vamir thought.
***
Lady Crysta sighed. Another day of endless sitting and listening to petty borderline disputes and watching war heroes get medals was about to begin. Coming to Spara had been her choice after her parents had died. She had always known her cousin had been high-ranking in the Spara Empire, but she had never known he had been the Emperor. Her cousin, Vorgam, had insisted she sit with him as he had his daily audiences. At first sitting with Emperor Vorgam at his daily audiences had sounded like fun. At first. Now to Lady Crysta, only twenty, it was a tedious job that had to be done. Lately, Vorgam had started telling Crysta she needed to start looking for someone who would be a suitable husband. So many young knights had passed through; none of them were to Crysta’s liking. Crysta roused herself out of her thoughts and finished tying the sash around her dress.
She walked down the many halls to her cousin’s audience chamber. “How are you, Crysta?” Vorgam asked his cousin as she entered and took her seat beside him. “Quite well, thank you.” Crysta said sweetly. “We only have one audience today.” Vorgam said. “Really,” Crysta said, immediately perkier. “Yes, it’s with a knight a year or so older than you.” Vorgam glanced over at his cousin. “Oh,” Crysta said. She let her disinterest show in her voice. “He should be here on the next minute or so.”
A Knight with dark brown hair and a navy blue knight’s uniform strode in a minute or two later and kneeled before the Emperor. “Rise, Knight Fabien.” Vorgam said to the knight. “Yes, my lord.” Fabien said as he rose into a rigid military stance. “How were your expeditions in the Rim territories, Sir Vamir?” “Very successful, Sir. I was able to eliminate eight Opposer bases.” “Very good.” Vorgam glanced over at his younger cousin. She looked completely unimpressed. Vorgam stood up and walked over to Vamir. “As a token of the Empire’s appreciation I award you the Crux Heart.” An attendant scurried up to the Emperor and handed him a velvet box. Vorgam opened the box and pulled out a medal with a glittering gem in the middle. He pinned it to Vamir’s uniform. “And as a token of my appreciation I invite you to the Marauder’s Banquet in two day’s.” Vorgam glanced at his cousin and saw a flicker of annoyance cross her face.
“Thank you, Lord Vorgam.” Fabien said. He nodded at his lord and risked a glance over at the young girl that was seated in a chair by Lord Vorgam’s left hand. Fabien wondered if the girl would be the emperor’s cousin, Lady Crysta. Tales of the girl’s stunning beauty had reached even to the Rim territories. All the knights that had seen her had said she looked like an angel and had a heart of gold to match her long, golden hair. She had firmly rebuked every knight and nobleman’s son that had looked her way. “I hope we will see you there.” Vorgam said. “Perhaps I will see you there.” Fabien said. He looked directly at Crysta as he spoke. “Perhaps.” Crysta said in an unenthused, flat tone.
***
Scarlett Ahara stood on a windswept bluff overlooking Spara’s capital city. Her dark brown hair whipped around her face in a twilight breeze. The sun cast an unnatural red glow over her, causing her crimson outfit to look the color of fresh blood. Staring at the city below, Scarlett set her jaw. Below lies the enemy, the heart of the enemy. Scarlett blinked.
She was four, walking through the city. She walked with a woman and a blonde haired girl. The woman was no one in the organization. The blonde girl, about six years old, exclaimed at everything, but Scarlett walked solemnly, disciplined. Her red cloak billowed in the breeze.
Scarlett blinked.
She was twelve again, walking through the capital city. Scarlett walked beside her master, her stride long and purposeful. She was on a mission. One of her first. Her master walked at a brisk pace. Scarlett had no trouble keeping up. A bright red ribbon kept her hair back. Her black cloak covered most of her red outfit. Brown hair flew behind Scarlett like streamers during a parade. A café ahead was her destination. “Get your gun ready.”Scarlett’s master murmured. Scarlett let her hand rest on the gun by her hip. They reached the café.
Scarlett blinked. She was back on the windswept bluff. The city was before her and she was no longer a little girl. She was eighteen. She no longer wore ribbons in her long hair, not normally anyway. She wore hair ties. Scarlett never wore her hair down like the girls and ladies and nobility in the city. She had been taught to be as different from them as possible. They were the enemy. They rejected her. Scarlett had led somewhat of a sheltered life.
Her life had been sheltered in different ways than most children. Most children, especially nobility, were sheltered from death, blood, war, and anything considered below them. Scarlett, however, hadn’t been sheltered like that. She had hardly ever been pampered or coddled. She had been sheltered from the hierarchy of society and the scorn of nobles. Scarlett had not been sheltered from blood or war or death. She had been taught that they were part of life and we learned to live with it, to flow with it. Scarlett had been trained. She had been trained to fight weakness and to purge it from herself. See, Scarlett was not like other children. Scarlett had a purpose. A purpose that rivaled even the purpose of the chivalrous Knights.
Scarlett sneered. The Knights. The fools was more like it. Anyone who did what they were to told without question, with-out improvising if needed, was a fool in Scarlett’s eyes. Yes, Scarlett took her orders. Yes, Scarlett did not argue, but she did ask for explanation if she did not understand why she had to do something. “Hey, Scar, ready to get moving?” Kima asked. Kima was Scarlett’s second in command and her best friend. Kima had black hair and bright blue eyes. Her fair skin was a shade or two lighter than Scarlett’s.“I’m ready.” Scarlett said as she took one last look at the city that was below her.
Siron Kei watched Scarlett and her scouting party return. They had gone to scout out a safe route to Spara’s capital. Scarlett, of course, was in the lead. She glanced up at Siron. He lifted his chin, motioning for Scarlett to come up and meet with him. Scarlett said a few words to her second in command, Kima, and walked up to where Kei stood. As his second in command approached, Siron looked her over. Her crimson outfit was spotless, as usual, and her long hair was pulled back. “Were you successful?” Siron asked Scarlett as she stood beside him, overlooking the huge hanger.
“Quite successful,” Scarlet said in her ever-present composed tone, “The route is mapped out and clear, as far away from humanity as possible until it’s absolutely necessary. All we need now is someone to infiltrate the Marauder’s Ball in two days. One day after tomorrow. Have anyone in mind? I was thinking Checks and maybe Phantom. They have some manners.” “I have a few people in mind.” Kei said, “None of them Checks or Phantom.” “Who were you thinking?” Scarlett asked. “I was thinking you and Kima.” Siron told his second in command.
Scarlett’s grip on the rail tightened until her knuckles turned white. Scarlett looked like she was fighting an internal battle. “Scarlett?” Siron asked, “Scar? Scarlett?” “You’re kidding right?” Scarlett asked. She looked straight forward, not even glancing at Siron. “As my second in command you’re in the perfect position.” Siron told the girl standing at his right, “I want the complete and whole facts. I don’t want mistakes. I know you won’t make any mistakes and you’ll have the facts. Kima because you’ll need backup. Even the great Scarlett Ahara needs backup. You’re not invincible. Maybe you’ll meet one of those glorious Knights there.” “I might just get arrested if I see any Knights.” Scarlett said jokingly.
“I’m glad to see you accept.” Siron said. “I don’t accept, but I’ll do it.” Scarlett countered. “Good.” Siron said as he turned and started walking. Scarlett followed. “I already have a way for you and Kima to get into the ball without having to sneak in.” he continued, “You have a dress I presume?” “Me have a dress? That’s a good joke.” “I’m not joking.” Siron stated. “Do you have a dress?” “Dresses are the one thing I don’t have in my wardrobe.” Scarlett said. “I counted on that. Come with me.” Siron said. “You counted on me not having a dress?” “I know you well, Scarlett.”
ooc - I'll finish this l8er
Oh and the Hannah Montana song Rock Star is really good!
I might even be a ROCK STAR. I ran like 7 miles this morning.
ROCK STAR! do do do do whoa ho o The stars are lights and the moon is a vibe from above! *Dances around wildly*
bic - Vamir Fabien rocked through the sky in his Delta fighter. One More fighter to take down before he would could go back to the battle cruiser waiting in orbit. One more fighter. Vamir lined up his targeting computer and fired. The fighter ahead of him burst into flames as the planet's gravity pulled it down. It crashed.
'The pilot couldn't have survived that crash.' Vamir thought. 'Too bad. He was good. We could have recruited him.' "The enemy's gone." Vamir reported through the mic in his fighter. "Nice job today, Sir" The temporary commander of the battle cruiser said. "I always do a nice job." The handsome Knight said as he headed beck to the cruiser. 'Back to the Spara for some well deserved rest.' Vamir thought.
***
Lady Crysta sighed. Another day of endless sitting and listening to petty borderline disputes and watching war heroes get medals was about to begin. Coming to Spara had been her choice after her parents had died. She had always known her cousin had been high-ranking in the Spara Empire, but she had never known he had been the Emperor. Her cousin, Vorgam, had insisted she sit with him as he had his daily audiences. At first sitting with Emperor Vorgam at his daily audiences had sounded like fun. At first. Now to Lady Crysta, only twenty, it was a tedious job that had to be done. Lately, Vorgam had started telling Crysta she needed to start looking for someone who would be a suitable husband. So many young knights had passed through; none of them were to Crysta’s liking. Crysta roused herself out of her thoughts and finished tying the sash around her dress.
She walked down the many halls to her cousin’s audience chamber. “How are you, Crysta?” Vorgam asked his cousin as she entered and took her seat beside him. “Quite well, thank you.” Crysta said sweetly. “We only have one audience today.” Vorgam said. “Really,” Crysta said, immediately perkier. “Yes, it’s with a knight a year or so older than you.” Vorgam glanced over at his cousin. “Oh,” Crysta said. She let her disinterest show in her voice. “He should be here on the next minute or so.”
A Knight with dark brown hair and a navy blue knight’s uniform strode in a minute or two later and kneeled before the Emperor. “Rise, Knight Fabien.” Vorgam said to the knight. “Yes, my lord.” Fabien said as he rose into a rigid military stance. “How were your expeditions in the Rim territories, Sir Vamir?” “Very successful, Sir. I was able to eliminate eight Opposer bases.” “Very good.” Vorgam glanced over at his younger cousin. She looked completely unimpressed. Vorgam stood up and walked over to Vamir. “As a token of the Empire’s appreciation I award you the Crux Heart.” An attendant scurried up to the Emperor and handed him a velvet box. Vorgam opened the box and pulled out a medal with a glittering gem in the middle. He pinned it to Vamir’s uniform. “And as a token of my appreciation I invite you to the Marauder’s Banquet in two day’s.” Vorgam glanced at his cousin and saw a flicker of annoyance cross her face.
“Thank you, Lord Vorgam.” Fabien said. He nodded at his lord and risked a glance over at the young girl that was seated in a chair by Lord Vorgam’s left hand. Fabien wondered if the girl would be the emperor’s cousin, Lady Crysta. Tales of the girl’s stunning beauty had reached even to the Rim territories. All the knights that had seen her had said she looked like an angel and had a heart of gold to match her long, golden hair. She had firmly rebuked every knight and nobleman’s son that had looked her way. “I hope we will see you there.” Vorgam said. “Perhaps I will see you there.” Fabien said. He looked directly at Crysta as he spoke. “Perhaps.” Crysta said in an unenthused, flat tone.
***
Scarlett Ahara stood on a windswept bluff overlooking Spara’s capital city. Her dark brown hair whipped around her face in a twilight breeze. The sun cast an unnatural red glow over her, causing her crimson outfit to look the color of fresh blood. Staring at the city below, Scarlett set her jaw. Below lies the enemy, the heart of the enemy. Scarlett blinked.
She was four, walking through the city. She walked with a woman and a blonde haired girl. The woman was no one in the organization. The blonde girl, about six years old, exclaimed at everything, but Scarlett walked solemnly, disciplined. Her red cloak billowed in the breeze.
Scarlett blinked.
She was twelve again, walking through the capital city. Scarlett walked beside her master, her stride long and purposeful. She was on a mission. One of her first. Her master walked at a brisk pace. Scarlett had no trouble keeping up. A bright red ribbon kept her hair back. Her black cloak covered most of her red outfit. Brown hair flew behind Scarlett like streamers during a parade. A café ahead was her destination. “Get your gun ready.”Scarlett’s master murmured. Scarlett let her hand rest on the gun by her hip. They reached the café.
Scarlett blinked. She was back on the windswept bluff. The city was before her and she was no longer a little girl. She was eighteen. She no longer wore ribbons in her long hair, not normally anyway. She wore hair ties. Scarlett never wore her hair down like the girls and ladies and nobility in the city. She had been taught to be as different from them as possible. They were the enemy. They rejected her. Scarlett had led somewhat of a sheltered life.
Her life had been sheltered in different ways than most children. Most children, especially nobility, were sheltered from death, blood, war, and anything considered below them. Scarlett, however, hadn’t been sheltered like that. She had hardly ever been pampered or coddled. She had been sheltered from the hierarchy of society and the scorn of nobles. Scarlett had not been sheltered from blood or war or death. She had been taught that they were part of life and we learned to live with it, to flow with it. Scarlett had been trained. She had been trained to fight weakness and to purge it from herself. See, Scarlett was not like other children. Scarlett had a purpose. A purpose that rivaled even the purpose of the chivalrous Knights.
Scarlett sneered. The Knights. The fools was more like it. Anyone who did what they were to told without question, with-out improvising if needed, was a fool in Scarlett’s eyes. Yes, Scarlett took her orders. Yes, Scarlett did not argue, but she did ask for explanation if she did not understand why she had to do something. “Hey, Scar, ready to get moving?” Kima asked. Kima was Scarlett’s second in command and her best friend. Kima had black hair and bright blue eyes. Her fair skin was a shade or two lighter than Scarlett’s.“I’m ready.” Scarlett said as she took one last look at the city that was below her.
Siron Kei watched Scarlett and her scouting party return. They had gone to scout out a safe route to Spara’s capital. Scarlett, of course, was in the lead. She glanced up at Siron. He lifted his chin, motioning for Scarlett to come up and meet with him. Scarlett said a few words to her second in command, Kima, and walked up to where Kei stood. As his second in command approached, Siron looked her over. Her crimson outfit was spotless, as usual, and her long hair was pulled back. “Were you successful?” Siron asked Scarlett as she stood beside him, overlooking the huge hanger.
“Quite successful,” Scarlet said in her ever-present composed tone, “The route is mapped out and clear, as far away from humanity as possible until it’s absolutely necessary. All we need now is someone to infiltrate the Marauder’s Ball in two days. One day after tomorrow. Have anyone in mind? I was thinking Checks and maybe Phantom. They have some manners.” “I have a few people in mind.” Kei said, “None of them Checks or Phantom.” “Who were you thinking?” Scarlett asked. “I was thinking you and Kima.” Siron told his second in command.
Scarlett’s grip on the rail tightened until her knuckles turned white. Scarlett looked like she was fighting an internal battle. “Scarlett?” Siron asked, “Scar? Scarlett?” “You’re kidding right?” Scarlett asked. She looked straight forward, not even glancing at Siron. “As my second in command you’re in the perfect position.” Siron told the girl standing at his right, “I want the complete and whole facts. I don’t want mistakes. I know you won’t make any mistakes and you’ll have the facts. Kima because you’ll need backup. Even the great Scarlett Ahara needs backup. You’re not invincible. Maybe you’ll meet one of those glorious Knights there.” “I might just get arrested if I see any Knights.” Scarlett said jokingly.
“I’m glad to see you accept.” Siron said. “I don’t accept, but I’ll do it.” Scarlett countered. “Good.” Siron said as he turned and started walking. Scarlett followed. “I already have a way for you and Kima to get into the ball without having to sneak in.” he continued, “You have a dress I presume?” “Me have a dress? That’s a good joke.” “I’m not joking.” Siron stated. “Do you have a dress?” “Dresses are the one thing I don’t have in my wardrobe.” Scarlett said. “I counted on that. Come with me.” Siron said. “You counted on me not having a dress?” “I know you well, Scarlett.”
ooc - I'll finish this l8er