In the shadows of the night/When you face the darkness/Call the power of the light/Let your heart be fearless
Never give it up never give it up, if you're strong enough, get the power!
Huntik, keep the faith and you'll survive/Huntik, is the seeker you're inside
Shout it out and make it loud, Everybody huntik go!

There's a secret lost in time/There's an ancient story/One for all and all for one/Fighting for the glory
Never give it up never give it up, if you're strong enough, get the power!
Huntik, keep the faith and you'll survive/Huntik, is the seeker you're inside
Shout it out and make it loud, Everybody huntik go!

Ohh Yeahhhh... Everybody

Huntik!

Their feelings growing steadily throughout their missions, Lok and Sophie have always felt close to each other, but have never entered an official relationship until now. Zhalia and Den have also been keeping up with training, and soon witness the relationship upgrade of their two other teammates. In New York however, Dante Vale intercepts a blurry message from an unknown source, briefly showcasing the form of Eathon Lambert, Lok's father, alongside the Red Comet. With this, events have been set in motion that may change the status quo considerably.

"Influence"

Episode 54

Casterwill Townhouse

Venice, Italy

"You know, I don't think I'll ever understand how boys feel they need to put each other in a headlock to congratulate them."

Lok chuckled, sitting down in a chair with his lunch, even as Sophie did the same on the nearby couch, almost right next to him. "Well, it is kinda silly" he admitted. "But it's mostly an instinctive thing, where we're trying to act tough all the time."

"Oh, so that's what you try to do" she said playfully. "Act tough" she added, then bit into her lunch.

He chuckled, eating as well. "Yeah, it often has mixed results" he said, still munching, but keeping the food to the sides of his mouth. "But it happens."

She gave him the slightest look (probably for food in his mouth while talking), but otherwise ate like normal. "Good thing you don't need to act tough for me, Lok" she said, looking at him. "I already think you're amazing."

He was touched, smiling. "I think you are too, Sophie" he replied. "And I've thought so for much longer, having had a crush on you years before I became a Seeker."

She giggled slightly, eating a few more bites before she replied, "I'm just sorry we didn't become friends sooner". She then gained a playful smirk, "But I guess seeing you asleep a number of times in class made me get the wrong assumption, like that you were a deadbeat or something."

He chuckled, rubbing his hair a little. "Well, you got me there."

To his surprise, immediately after he finished, she took his other hand in hers. "Yes I do" she replied simply.

He smiled, looking at their joined hands, which were softly rubbing against each other by instinct. For awhile, they looked at each other/their joined hands, simply enjoying the feelings as their fingers interlocked. Sure it sounded pretty boring, but in practice, felt really good as you might expect... and they didn't try to keep track of how long they did this. Nor did they notice the screen light up with an incoming message-

"Oh dear" a voice said, startling the two teens. "I seem to have interrupted a lunch date."

"Dante!" they both cried out in surprise when they saw who it was.

Dante's video image merely smiled, with some amusement.

"I- It's great to see you again, Dante, but you could have chosen better timing" Sophie said, slightly embarrassed.

Lok noted this, but agreed inside. "Dante, do you have a mission for us?" he asked, knowing it could be serious.

"That remains to be seen" Dante said carefully. "But new information has come to light, and while the Council's in recess right now, they have agreed that your team should see this."

"In that case, Sophie-" he said quickly, turning to her. "Can you find Cherit, Den and Zhalia?"

She nodded, and soon ran out of the room, leaving Dante to study him with a knowing smile. "So, you finally got clued in?"

He chuckled; Dante hadn't changed at all. "Well, I think we've both known for awhile; we just never talked about it" he said, smiling. "Until yesterday."

"Really? Yesterday?" Dante asked mildly. "And yet, from the brief glimpse I saw, you were both acting like you've been a couple for weeks."

He was a little embarrassed by that, but glad as well. "I guess that's what happens, Dante" he said, shrugging his hands a bit. "You know, when two friends know they like each other, and act like it but never talked about it... so I guess while we're officially new, we're already been 'together' for awhile."

"And I'm happy for you" Dante said in an approving tone. "Sophie's a good woman. I'd say treat her well, but it's unnecessary."

Lok laughed, grinning. "Completely" he said, then directly after that, Sophie came back with Cherit, Den and Zhalia.

Zhalia did a little double-take upon seeing him. "Dante!" she breathed, quickly realized what she just said, and tried to play it off. "Hey."

Dante merely smiled: "Zhalia, Den" he answered simply, apparently recognizing this. "And Cherit, you're looking well."

"Thank you, Dante" Cherit said graciously. "I did just finish grooming myself."

"Cherit's grooming aside, what is it, Dante?" Den asked, standing by Lok's right side. "Another mission for us?"

"I asked him that earlier" Lok answered to him, Sophie standing by his left side, and Zhalia on Sophie's left (Cherit flying where he chose). "We're about to get our answer, right Dante?"

"Correct" he said. "Today, I was in the middle of organizing the Huntik Foundation's resources in response to sightings of the Blood Spirals. The usual stuff, but my Holotome was overridden by an incoming video message, and I was unable to identify who, how or why."

"What about the message itself?" Sophie asked. "What did you see?"

"Not much" he answered, quieter for a moment. "It was badly garbled for unknown reasons. But what I did see warrants concern" he continued, then he reached for something just off-screen, and they heard a few clicks as he worked. "I'm switching screens, so you'll see what I saw."

And within seconds, the video imposed itself over Dante's image... and he hadn't been kidding: there was static everywhere, and very little was able to be gleaned.

"That looks like space" Den said slowly. "Which means that big red dot is a star?"

"I don't think so" Zhalia said suspiciously. "Stars don't leave streaking trails. They don't move fast enough to do so."

"Yeah, only comets can do that" Sophie added, then she gasped. "Wait! That means-!"

"The Red Comet" Lok and Cherit said in unison; the only difference had been tone of voice.

Onscreen, the paused video compressed itself to fit onto the entire left half of the screen, while Dante's image filled up the right. "That was my thinking as well" he said seriously. "Somehow, I didn't think it was that easy to get rid of."

"Which means, the Blood Spirals can still get the power they seek" Den said tightly, his fists starting to clench.

"They can" Dante said, nodding. "Though as far as we can tell, only in the long term for now. The Red Comet is on it's way, but it won't be here for many years."

The others were slightly struck by this, but Zhalia caught on immediately: "So it isn't the immediate threat" she said quickly, arms crossed. "There's more."

He chuckled. "Very good" he said, then his image disappeared off the screen (allowing the paused video to decompress back to full-size), but Dante's voice still talked: "Most of the video had little we could make out. But the ending should be of particular interest, especially to you Lok."

Lok took a step forward, staring at the screen intensely. At first he saw nothing through all the static, but he didn't doubt what Dante said- wait, it started to sharpen. Then a person came into view, the image gaining full clarity for an instant ("Dad!"), followed quickly by another bigger person, though obscured by static. The video paused itself again, and rewound just to the image of the second person, while Dante spoke from off-screen. "Yes Lok, that is definitely Eathon. The second person however, warrants a different kind of concern."

"But it's impossible to make out any kind of details, Dante" Sophie said at the same time, touching the tips of her fingers to Lok's, to show her support. He showed he understood with a glance, but otherwise kept his attention on the video.

"Normally, yes" Dante said. "However, when using the latest imaging technology, enhancements, etcetera etcetera (the video changed in direct response to his words), you should recognize him."

Lok, Sophie and Zhalia tensed in response, while Cherit went "Oh dear". Den however, tilted his head and noticed his teammate's looks. "Uh, guys?" he asked, startling them slightly, "Should I know who that is?"

Lok made a resigned sound, turning toward Den. "Well Den, that's uh, Simon Judeau, former leader of the Organization and the biggest threat before the Blood Spirals came around."

"He goes by The Professor though" Cherit added, now in Den's vision. "And he was a friend of Lok's dad, Eathon, as well as Metz."

Den looked surprised. "Wait, that's the same Simon you talked about, back in the castle?" he asked, to which Lok nodded. "He used to be a good person?" he continued in disbelief, looking around everyone like it might be a joke.

"Used to be, a long time ago" Sophie answered evenly. "Obviously he changed. He was cursed by the Legendary Titan's power, which also changed his appearance."

"Frankly, I'm surprised he's still alive" Zhalia said in a hard tone. "He's far out of reach of the Amulet of Will."

Immediately after she said that, the video disappeared entirely. "Unless he's worked out another deal with Araknos" Dante said seriously. "He did it once, and he could certainly do it again."

"Well, where are they Dante!?" he asked, taking steps forward in his haste. "I know the Professor was sucked into Huntik with the Legendary Titans, and that my dad is there, but what if they escaped?"

"Unfortunately Lok, we don't know yet" Dante said reluctantly. "But you have my word that we're doing everything we can to find them. If they are still in Huntik though, there's a major problem: we have no way to track them from here. Plus, the only currently known Nexus was destroyed."

He looked between his teammates, then back at Dante. "All right then, Dante" Lok started. "We'll do this together. You try and get the Huntik Council to search for more potential Nexus locations, while we seek them out and confirm/deny if they're true, then go from there. And as a backup plan, work on some new spells, both to track my dad and The Professor, and make our own portal to Huntik, if needed."

Dante raised an eyebrow, while the others stared at him in surprise, especially Cherit. "Make our own portal to Huntik" Dante repeated, then he chuckled. "I like your thinking, Lok."

He smiled, a little sheepish. "I know it's not an official mission, not yet-" he started to say.

Dante gave him an understanding nod. "But I'll push for it to become one, Lok" he answered, then looked at all of them. "If either of us get more information, get in contact immediately" he announced, to which they all nodded. Then just like that, his image vanished from the screen. Lok slowly looked around himself, only to find everyone staring at him.

"Our own portal?" Zhalia mused. "That's highly ambitious of you, Lok; I'm impressed."

"Is that even possible though?" Cherit asked, both worried and hopeful.

"I don't know – Huntik is another dimension entirely; the energy drain alone would be enormous" Sophie breathed, thinking. "And thus far, the only being that's really accomplished it was Overlos-"

"Who's no longer here, I take it" Den said, Sophie nodding vaguely.

"Well, don't worry, buddy" Lok assured to Cherit. "If there's a way, Dante and the Huntik Council will find it."

"I sure hope you're right!"

Hours later

Zhalia walked through the halls of Sophie's mansion, back from scouting. She intended to talk to Lok about what she'd seen, when she approached the briefing room.

"-Come on, Harrison" she heard, making her stop in her tracks. "You know you'll do fine."

"Well, well, well" she thought lightly, then stealthily walked closer to the door, peering inside a little.

Den was standing in the briefing room, looking at the viewing screen with Cherit on his shoulder, talking to his brother on there. The kid had done well outside that orphanage and the Blood Spirals: he was no longer quite so pale, and some of the gaunt look had softened. Plus like his brother, he couldn't quite get enough of food sometimes... that orphanage must have been severely underfeeding. Zhalia's lip curved on one side as she observed this.

"You really think so?" Harrison asked.

"Of course I do" he said enthusiastically. "You'll do great on your new team, and I'm not just saying that because I'm your brother."

They shared a laugh on that. "Still, I'm a bit worried" Harrison continued. "Since my time with the Blood Spirals, I haven't used some of their specific spells... but what if I use them again, even if to save someone? How will the team react?"

"Probably with shock" Den breathed, then tilted his head. "In either case, you should probably tell them that you know those spells before anything happens, and make sure they're okay."

"And they should be fine" Cherit added, Den glancing at him. "Those spells may have terrible origins, but if you use them for good, how bad can they be?"

Den nodded vigorously. "Yeah, they should be cool with the team" he reassured. "Whether you use them only occasionally or all the time."

"Yeah" Harrison breathed slowly. "Yeah, that could work. Thanks, Den, Cherit."

"Anytime" he replied lightly, Cherit flying up with his vocal thanks, Den holding up his fist near the screen.

Harrison chuckled, then slowly air-fistbumped him back, said 'Bye, bro', then his screen turned off. After that, Den slowly turned around, only to be startled by the fact that Zhalia was leaning against the wall by the door. "Hey, what are you spying on me?"

"Nah" she breathed, standing up. "I simply came here trying to find Lok, to report back from scouting, and happened to find this room was being used. And since you two were having a brotherly conversation, I thought it best not to interrupt."

"What am I, cut liver?" Cherit asked, flying beside her.

Den slowly breathed out. "It's 'chopped liver', Cherit" he said mildly, then looked at Zhalia. "You still stayed and watched."

"I did" she replied simply. "Is there a problem?"

Den opened his mouth, then chuckled as he realized what she was doing. "If you were a complete stranger, probably" he said, walking past her somewhat. "And also, you were looking for Lok?"

"Yeah."

/

In the mansion's library, Lok sat in an armchair, pouring over everything he could find in his father's notes. Behind him and to his right, Sophie searched through the book titles for any potential hints.

He grunted, briefly clutching his head with one hand. "Nothing!" he breathed. "Come on, Dad. I know there must be something here that you left for me."

"It's only been a few hours, Lok" Sophie said. "We've still got plenty to search through."

"I know, but my dad's out there" he replied, quickly scrolling through his Holotome. "He could be in trouble, and here I am unable to help, feeling useless!"

Sophie slowly looked at him, her gaze faintly sad as she closed the book, putting it back. She approached the side of the chair, where she stood looking down at him slightly.

Lok slowly sighed, passing a hand over his forehead. "I'm sorry" he breathed faintly. "I went a little overboard there."

"You're worried about your father, Lok" Sophie said gently, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Anyone could go overboard in this situation."

He nodded slowly, then looked up at her. "I mean, I've known he was alive for awhile" he started. "True he was in another dimension, but he was alive and not in danger. Now though, after all this time, I see him again being hunted by The Professor, and I'm unable to go help him, or even talk to him. It's like being offered a hand from a ghost, but the moment my fingers twitch, he disappears."

Sophie's look softened, and her hand moved off his shoulder. "I understand, Lok" she whispered simply, her fingers now brushing over his cheek.

He smiled, touching his hand over hers. "Thanks, Sophie" he breathed back, then after she removed her fingers, he brought up his father's notebook again. "Now, what else can I look through?"

"Do you have time for a scouting report?"

Lok looked up in surprise, seeing Zhalia walk in, along with Den and Cherit (well, he flew). "Zhalia?" he said, then he blinked. "Wait, did you see-?" he started to ask, only for her to nod. "Come on, Zhalia, were you spying on us!?" he finished in exasperation.

"It wasn't my intention" she said mildly, especially in response to Sophie's annoyed expression. "But apparently today, it has a habit of happening accidently when I walk in on people."

Lok sighed a bit, then shook his head. "Okay then" he replied, gesturing toward the couch facing his chair. "Let's just hear that report."

"That's the spirit" Den added, moving to a seat near Zhalia.

"Right" Zhalia started, already seated. "So far as as I've been able to determine, the Blood Spirals still don't have a plan, per se, nor have I seen any sign of their elite. For now, all we've seen are sporadic, random attacks."

"Considering the fact that we beat The Betrayer, I'm surprised they're still above-ground at all" Den said, lightly flexing his fingers. "The Red Comet may be intact, but they have no real power anymore, thanks to it being more than a gajillion miles away in space."

"True, at least in the short term" Sophie mused. "But we mustn't let our guard down."

"What else?" Lok asked, looking at Zhalia.

"There are multiple signs of the Organization gathering many of it's members in groups, here in this city at least" she continued, leaning forward. "For what purpose, I don't know."

"The Organization?" Lok asked, looking up at Sophie. "But why? Grier is in charge now, and while we're not exactly best friends, they're not our enemies anymore. What are they planning?"

"I don't think this is Grier's work, guys" Zhalia said quietly, grim.

"Oh great" he thought, but ignored it somewhat, quickly asking: "What did you see, Zhalia?"

"The Organization suits that are gathering, they all seemed mildly detached, almost like robots" she said faintly, glancing at Den. "They would mutter things to themselves, sometimes in whispers and sometimes out loud."

"They're being controlled" Den said in a hard tone, then quickly looked at him. "Or at least, it's a possibility, Lok."

"A very good one" Cherit added. "I can't place the feeling, but I think I've seen this somewhere before."

Lok nodded, "And?" he prodded.

"They all mentioned that 'He' would take Grier's place, and that man would lie dead for all to see" Zhalia finished. "That's all they would say."

"'He'" Sophie breathed, hand near her chin. "Overthrowing Grier, for control of the Organization-"

Then both she and Lok said it aloud, at the same time, with half-a-sec between the actual words: "The Professor!". Then they both looked at each other, startled by this, then both just chuckled a little. Funny how these things tend to happen in serious moments... then after the moment passed, he looked back at Zhalia. "You're sure that's all?" Lok asked, to which she nodded.

"So is there a plan?" Den asked. "Shouldn't we at at least tell Dante about this?"

Lok smiled. "If I know Dante, he's getting multiple reports about this as we speak" he said mildly. "No need to tell him what he already knows, not yet. And as far as a plan, Den, other than our suspicions, we can't confirm who or what is possibly controlling those Organization suits. And without proof, all we can do is watch, wait, see what the next move is."

"Very good, Lok" Sophie said in an approving tone. "You're certainly no Dante, but you're a great leader."

"Hey" he protested, mildly insulted despite knowing it was a playful teasing compliment. Of course, all four of them chuckled at his expense, so he sheepishly gave up after a moment and started laughing with them.

Hours later, he walked with Sophie down a hallway, with it starting to get dark outside. Their hands weren't joined together, but with how often their fingers kept brushing together, they might as well have been. And in the same vein, he couldn't help glancing at Sophie a lot... sure he knew by heart what she looked like, but the new appreciation for her looks hadn't lost it's charm yet.

"You know, Lok" Sophie stated softly, drawing him out of it. "All playful teasing aside, I really did mean it, you being a great leader."

He chuckled a little, stopping and facing her. "I kinda figured, but the tease got me laughed at" he said, both soft and rueful.

"All in good fun" she said simply, looking at him.

After that, their hands finally joined together, even as they stepped closer. Just as quickly, they held each other in a hug, and for quite awhile. Lok randomly thought this would probably make a perfect moonlight moment, but it wasn't even fully dark yet, so no go on that part.

"Lok?" she breathed, soft yet a little shy.

"Yeah?"

"There's something I've been thinking about" she started. "It occurred to me while we were discussing how much we'd do at once, regarding intimate matters."

He pulled them apart, just enough for them to look at each other. "What's that?" he asked softly, despite the fact his heart beat faster.

She glanced down. "An offer" she whispered, with some hints of shy. "If you'd like, you and I could, well uh... sleep in the same room together."

Lok tried to reply, he really did; but his throat wouldn't let him.

Apparently Sophie anticipated this, because her reaction was to giggle a little. "I don't mean in the same bed, silly" she said mildly, despite her own shyness. "That's years away. I simply meant the two of us, sleeping together, in the same room, with standard space rules. That's all there is to it."

Somehow, this broke him out of his paralysis: "I assume you uh, also don't mean me sleeping on the floor?" he said faintly, despite his beating heart.

"Of course not!" she breathed, trying to hold back the laughter, and only partly succeeding. "That'd be barbaric!"

Seconds afterward, despite everything, soon he was laughing along with her; it really helped break him out of it. Then of course, after they stopped, just looked at each other for a moment - he gently took her hand, which she liked.

"So what is it then?" he asked gently. "Another bed? Or even a couch?"

"Something like that" she answered, soft in volume. "I wanted to offer it first, before I actually have it happen. And if you accept, I can have one brought in soon, allowing you to sleep with me then."

"Well, at least I got some warning" he said, rubbing his head for a moment, then he smiled. "But I think I already know what my answer is."

"Perhaps you can show me?" she invited very softly, a little closer.

He leaned in easily, giving her a soft, loving kiss. Then after they pulled away five seconds later, they started walking together again. "There's one thing I'm wondering though."

"And what's that?"

"Isn't this a little, uh, early?" he asked, hesitant, before tilting his head. "And unlike you?"

Sophie glanced down, but still smiled. "Maybe a little, but I also think it'll be okay" she started, looking up at him as they stopped, again. "We both agreed we'd go in small steps, Lok. And considering your plan for us 'far' in the future (he sheepishly rubbed his head), we gotta start somewhere, right?"

"My plan?" he asked with a raised eyebrow - but despite that tease, it was a serious question.

She smirked a little. "Our plan, at least in the future, when we're both prepared" she amended. "Still, I think this small step should do it, for a long while, at least at this level."

"This level" he said slowly, then he briefly grinned. "Multiple levels to keep track of - sorta like a puzzle."

"Exactly" she said approvingly. "Besides, as long as we're careful, I don't think it's anywhere near scandalous. I think LeBlanche will come around to the idea."

"I sure hope so..."

Around the same time

Organization suits were gathering on the rooftops, under the cover of night. Dozens of them could be seen if you looked carefully, maybe even a few hundred.

"This the spot?" one man asked, black sunglasses covering his eyes.

"Yeah" the blond woman answered, as if not interested in the question, or her own reply.

Silent from then on, they joined their companions on the roof, standing in neat rows and columns. They were all completely silent, breathing but otherwise could have looked like statues, unless you looked closely. Before too long, five of the nearby rooftops were occupied by these groups of Organization suits, who appeared to simply be waiting for something. The wind blew slightly as the minutes wore on.

Then a sickly-green glow appeared out of nowhere, directly at the feet of each Organization group, none of whom reacted at all.

The glow intensified, then circular runes inscribed themselves at the feet of each group, five in total.

Green magic swirls wrapped around each person, obscuring them from view, if you could actually see through the bright light... then just as suddenly as it appeared, it was gone.

And so were all of them.

Unknown location

Wind blew over the desolate landscape, which was currently empty of all life, at least above the surface.

Underground though, connected to a series of dug-out caverns was a throne room. Unlike the previous version, this one was less overtly creepy, and instead more cruel-looking. Two large banners with the Blood Spiral mark hung from the ceiling, nailed directly to stalactites on opposite sides. In the center was a large uneven plateau of rock, where the Betrayer's original throne sat, in front of a mysterious pool of water. Shauna fearlessly lounged on the throne, even as Wind stood beside her, arms crossed and silent as ever.

A lone Blood Spiral soldier knelt in front of her.

"Bring me the prisoner" Shauna said dismissively.

"Which one?" he asked after a moment.

"The hot-headed one" she snapped dangerously, which made him quickly stand at attention.

After he left, Wind glanced at her.

Shauna scoffed, "What a fool he was" she said scathingly. "My traitorous brother personally dealt with him, merely because he failed once. He will be of use again, and if he fails, I will deal with him myself. And unlike that traitor, I will be far more permanent."

Moments after she finished, the Blood Spiral soldier returned. He was flanked by two others, who were dragging a former superior with them, a dark purple aura surrounding him. The man in question was bald, but completely still, almost like he was a statue. With grunts, the two other soldiers dragged him to the foot of the rock plateau, then backed away a fair distance.

"We've brought him, sir" the first Silent Soldier said.

Shauna got up at that point. "Very good" she said, then aimed straight at the man. "Shadowlock!"

The same dark purple aura that surrounded the man shot from her fingers, then attached straight to him (the other soldiers hastily stepped back). Instead of reinforcing the original though, the aura fluctuated wildly, then Shauna savagely yanked her arm back. With this motion, the Shadowlock was ripped apart, leaving the target staggered from the sudden return of body functions. He fell to one knee before he recovered enough to be aware of his surroundings, much less anything else.

"Kiel" Shauna said, dispassionate. "Be grateful you're back at all."

Kiel grunted, shaking his head and quickly becoming aware of his surroundings. "Where's Rassimov?" he demanded, then pounded his fists. "I'd like some words with him-"

"He's dead."

This threw him off, as well as confused him. "Last thing I remember-" he said stubbornly, "-he was telling me I had failed him for the last time. What's happened?"

"He put you in a Shadowlock, uh, sir" one soldier said from behind him, missing the death glare from his partner. "You've missed the last few months."

Kiel digested this, then slowly turned back to Shauna. "So what now?" he asked.

Shauna finished observing the Blood Spiral soldier's reaction, having finally noticed his partner's glare, then looked at Kiel. "Now Kiel, I give the orders as The Betrayer commands" she said dangerously. "He has granted me the use of Shadowlock, which is how you are here, because he thinks you might still be of use. But the moment that changes, you'll die where you stand."

He grunted unpleasantly. "Very well then" he said, looking up. "What's the update with The Betrayer himself?"

"When you've proven worthy again, you will get that information. Not before" she said silkily. Wind glanced at her - she told him to shut up with a look, but he wasn't remotely offended.

Kiel visibly struggled with this, but clearly even he knew getting angry would do nothing in this case. "Is Tantras still around?"

"His weakened state could not be cured, so he was useless to us" she merely said. "He had to be taken care of, permanently."

Kiel's expression darkened just the slightest bit, then: "Is the Casterwill girl still around?"

She smirked.

To be continued...

Still mostly the 'start-off' point, but now, things are in motion.

Stay tuned :P