Aero

Easy enough to read, interesting, will watch out for more to come!

In dreams we enter a strange world. A world filled with forgotten hopes and hidden perils, a place where nothing is as it seems, and the "good guys" don't always win. It is a place where our darker nature is revealed to us, a nature we aren't always ready to accept. This place is the forgotten world. Forsaken by the gods we have lost many of our morals in order to survive. And now, in order to survive, we must forsake more. We must forsake that which we hold most dear in order to wake from our dreams. What we forsake will never return, we must choose carefully. To live in sin or to die in hope, what a terrible place waits for us when the fantasy ceases to be; what horrible things we do when dreams can only breath in slumber. There are only seven of us left now and our sole objective is to survive the winter. "Which did you like better, Empire or Return of the Jedi?" Once I recoiled from the sheer stupidity of the question, I gathered myself and replied, "Empire, I'd rather have a dysentaric yak crap in my eye sockets than believe that a universal super power could be taken down by muppets." Said Ezekiel, while he huddled for warmth, waiting for my inevitable defense of Return. "But Return is the ultimate conclusion of the series and reunion of the characters; surely for the sheer value of its happy ending, it must be the better movie," comes the anticipated parry. "Yes, but what of the sheer idiocy of the 'Yub-Yub' song?" chimed a third party. It took me a moment to take in the other's responses before I quickly added, "It may be the summation of the series, but when that summation includes the death star being blown up not by the main character but instead by a space pimp and a chemically altered monkey, it still makes for a totally crap movie." "Leia has a bikini, that obviously fixes it all, now go start the damn fire!" Ezekiel sighed, as it was his turn to tend the fire, he put another log into the 'furnace' and suggested "Where does a New Hope come in then?" Willam stood up to state his opinion, with a sly smark, "I'll tell you where A New Hope comes in at: it comes in at IT'S BLOODY COLD!" Everyone mumbled an agreement at the last statement, and Ezekiel quickly stoked the fire while everyone gathered around. But as everyone gathered close to the warmth, no one noticed in the swirling snow beyond them: a pair of glowing red eyes. Suddenly the swirling snow began to take shape, rising up to form a snowman with glowing red eyes and a charcoal frown. The banter continued, obvlious to the present danger lurking just beyond the group. After Ezekiel tended to the fire and responded, "Doesn't being in the cold remind you of the Hoth Scene with that scary Yeti thing?" "It's a wampa...get it right," Phillip sighed. "Wampa, scary yeti thing... what's the difference? They both eat meat..." Edward retorted.

Nice... I didn't think you'd post this stuff here... but I guees after.. it is you.. so I shoulda figured Good job Adam, tell Andrew the same from me.. thanks <3

In dreams we enter a strange world. A world filled with forgotten hopes and hidden perils, a place where nothing is as it seems, and the "good guys" don't always win. It is a place where our darker nature is revealed to us, a nature we aren't always ready to accept. This place is the forgotten world. Forsaken by the gods we have lost many of our morals in order to survive. And now, in order to survive, we must forsake more. We must forsake that which we hold most dear in order to wake from our dreams. What we forsake will never return, we must choose carefully. To live in sin or to die in hope, what a terrible place waits for us when the fantasy ceases to be; what horrible things we do when dreams can only breath in slumber. There are only seven of us left now and our sole objective is to survive the winter. "Which did you like better, Empire or Return of the Jedi?" Once I recoiled from the sheer stupidity of the question, I gathered myself and replied, "Empire, I'd rather have a dysentaric yak crap in my eye sockets than believe that a universal super power could be taken down by muppets." Said Ezekiel, while he huddled for warmth, waiting for my inevitable defense of Return. "But Return is the ultimate conclusion of the series and reunion of the characters; surely for the sheer value of its happy ending, it must be the better movie," comes the anticipated parry. "Yes, but what of the sheer idiocy of the 'Yub-Yub' song?" chimed a third party. It took me a moment to take in the other's responses before I quickly added, "It may be the summation of the series, but when that summation includes the death star being blown up not by the main character but instead by a space pimp and a chemically altered monkey, it still makes for a totally crap movie." "Leia has a bikini, that obviously fixes it all, now go start the damn fire!" Ezekiel sighed, as it was his turn to tend the fire, he put another log into the 'furnace' and suggested "Where does a New Hope come in then?" Willam stood up to state his opinion, with a sly smark, "I'll tell you where A New Hope comes in at: it comes in at IT'S BLOODY COLD!" Everyone mumbled an agreement at the last statement, and Ezekiel quickly stoked the fire while everyone gathered around. But as everyone gathered close to the warmth, no one noticed in the swirling snow beyond them: a pair of glowing red eyes. Suddenly the swirling snow began to take shape, rising up to form a snowman with glowing red eyes and a charcoal frown. The banter continued, obvlious to the present danger lurking just beyond the group.

"I have no doubt that you can do it. Providing you out-live me...." Leaving the ship, they headed out of the hanger to locate everyone else. "This is becoming annoying. I wish things would start moving along now. All this waiting is making me tense...."

Her anger flared up and she restrained herself from doing anything to him. "You're the fool for questioning me. I have my own reasons and my own motives. Do NOT question me. I'm not going to TRY to get myself killed, but if things get that bad, then I'll have one last resort. I'm not going to let them walk all over me." Turning from him, she grabbed another cloak from a closet. "Look, Krad, there is a time and place for everything. I don't want to die, and I don't expect that I will this time, but precautions must be taken, now will you please forget it until the time comes? Thank you." Looking at her apprentice, she walked over to him and ruffled his hair.

Walking to the cupboards, she unlocked it and pulled out a mercury looking liquid and a siringe. Empting the vial, she placed her hands on her stomach. Moving her right hand across her abdomin, she moved the needle to the spot in her side. Injecting it, she cringed as it emptied into her blood stream and body. Pulling out the needle, she tossed it in a disposal bin and looked to her apprentice. "If this ends up terribly, I want you to get to Naboo and tell Aashi what has happened. I'm going to take as many of those bastards with me as possible. I have the only detonator and only with it can the explosive material be set off. I need you to tell Aashi. It is most important that you get to her if anything happens to me.... Do you understand?"

Alyssa shook her head at her apprentice. His thoughts were so easy to read. Smirking, she lashed out fast and hard, throwing him off guard. Kicking him in the stomach with the aid of the Force, he flew back a couple feet and landed on his feet gracefully. She turned off her saber and placed it back at her side. "Come, I have a couple things I need to do. We must discuss something back at the ship." Grabbing her cloak, she put it back on and walked off to the hanger. She stoppoed only for a moment to acknowledge Nahstaa, "It's been awhile...." Smiling, she continued on her way. She knew Nahstaa and Nurgle had much to talk about, and an intruding Sith Lord would not be welcomed.

Breathing in, she switched on him and began doing light attacks on him. "Barton?...." Sighing she swung upwards and frowned. "He's an explosive character. I met Trowa Barton on Endor, while I was there doign my own thing. I used to be a smuggler, than a bounty hunter. There was an old smuggler base I was visiting, but I stumbled on to his little clearing." Making a couple more strikes, she then spun and attacked lower. "He was wanted by SEED, and he sorta used me as safety insurance. I left me to die on Tatooine when SEED caught up. They realized I wasn't actually with him and they hired me to help them. I eventually decided to go Sith and forget about the explosion-happy idiot. The fates thought it would be funny for us to get the same master named Renin. That was hell." Attacking a bit harder, she let Krad do the same. "During a battle, I killed his darling sweetheart, Shy-Ree. She was a Jedi then. Nahstaa met us and we changed Masters. I don't think Renin was too happy with us...." Blocking more of his quicker and harder hits, she picked up the defence. "In short, events kept rolling together, I thought I ended up loving him, which I think back now, I never really did. He was going crazy, I think he had become multi-personal.... or whatever you call it.... Anyways, I was more mad at the Jedi that I had killed was then his apprentice. He attempted to kill me, but Nahstaa and the Emperor stopped that. We've never seen eye to since. I dont' care if I kill him or not, but I really don't want anything to do with him. He's an idiot, and a traitor...."

Alyssa blocked his attack quickly and ducked away from him. Swinging to the right, the lightsabers clashed and she pulled back and swung again, with him blocking. Raising her eyebrow and smiling she attacked again and then gave him a soft push backwards. "Krad, I want you to attack, but not with anger. Just simple attacks. I want you to see how I defend himself. Then we'll switch, sort of like slow motion combat. Let's just see how that goes. If it's really stupid, then we'll drop it...." She waited until he attacked again, blocking his strike.

Watching as her apprentice came towards her, she placed her hand on her lightsaber hilt. As he stood above her she Force pushed him back igniting her purple blade. Beckoning him to do the same, she stood waiting for his attack. There would have to be more combat practice for sure.

Aero acknowledged Nurgle and left to find Krad. She'd be going through more training with him. Krad... common, we have much to do.

Aero returned a time later to see where everyone else was. She hated how Trowa got to her so easily. She had no feelings for him, but everytime she saw him or thought about their past, it reminded her of Nahstaa, and she hated that. She had never really loved Trowa, but because of him, she'd been charmed by Nahstaa the moment they had met. Must learn to control my anger around him. But geez! He doesn't have to pick my way of training apart.... Sighing, she pushed him out of her mind and continued to Nurgle. She stood by him and the new-comer and waited until they acknowledged her.

Alyssa set her jaw and glared at him. Pointing to the other side of the room, she showed him Nurgle and his two apprentices. "There's an old friend. Why don't you just piss of on over there. I haven't time to be dealing with this crap Zek, or whatever you call yourself these days." Seeing her apprentice she sighed. "Krad, meet Trowa Barton, Lord of Hell and one big pain in the ass." Looking back at the man, she felt her blood rise. There would always be bad blood, and right now, all she wanted was for him to be gone and in his place, Nahstaa. Calling for the droids, she sent them with the bags back to the ship. "Krad, a simple task I want you to do is just going around and picking things up have them fly everywhere, do whatever. Continue to use the Force...." Walking away she didn't dare look back, but headed straight for the hanger.

Alyssa had felt his presence and it made her shudder. She saw him before her and anger rose up. Pushing it down inside of her she smiled sweetly and walked around him. "Sooo.... Has the Spider come to weeve his web of deceit and hatred?" "He trusts me because if he doesn't, he's bound to get killed. He's only 16. And these chemcials are purely home grown. You seem to have out grown the way of the Sith, my dear. How's the woman?...." Alyssa went to the bags and waved her hand over them, shutting them. Looking back at Trowa, she questioned him ... And the twins? Moving back closer to him she gave a quick run over. "Nice outfit, Love. So what have you come here for? To torment me. To make love to me? To kill me?"