Black Waltz (part 6)
By: Chibi Acky
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I'm making absolutely BELOW $0 dollars off of this, so come sue me, you scary rich lawyer man! I'd like to see you try! Mwiehehehehehe....
"Everything, including the present and the future, are in the flames of war. All are enveloped in the struggle---and becomes an illusion. So our lives and the smiles that are fading out, will surely make the new world.."
--Translation from the chorus song of Ai wa ryuusei (Love Is a Shooting Star)
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The weary eyes of a young man studied the woman in front of him. Still unmoving and unresponsive, she would have given anyone the impression that she was too far gone to be saved. Still, he sat.
And still he watched.
And even more still, he waited.
Behind the "plastic bubble" the doctors had set up around her, Relena didn't call out his name. She didn't ask for him to come back and kill her, and she most certainly didn't know that he was there. Sally had taken extra precautions by setting up an environment to save her weak body from any, and all, germs that could be hanging in the air around her.
Relena... you were so full of life, but now... now you don't even make a sound.
Sitting himself down on the chair next to her hospital bed, Heero Yuy, also known as the man with no emotions, sure felt a wave of something pass through him at that moment.
Are you ever going to open your eyes again? C'mon Relena! I need to speak to you. I need to hear your voice again... call my name, Relena, I'm right here! He raked and hand through his untamed hair. He'd been there for three days without having a break for a shower, and he was sure that if she were - No, when she woke up, she wouldn't be pleased with his odor.
I'm such an idiot! I should have just told her... you're a cowardly bastard, Yuy, and she's... she's dying. Gently, his fingers brushed up against the plastic, tent-like thing they had set up around her, "This is all my fault, Relena."
He, almost in a daze, leaned down closer to her peaceful face, "I know this isn't some sickness, and I know something, or someone's trying to hurt you. I'm going to kill them, Relena."
He paused to lean back in his chair, "Will you hate me then? I promised you that I'd never kill again, yet I have time and time again." He shook his head, "This is why we can't be together." Leaning in close, his voice was just slightly above a mere whisper, "Because I'd kill you, Relena. I'd kill you by killing others. You deserve better than that... you deserve better than me."
"Who said I'm going to die? Fate has interesting way of tormenting us just to test our strength. I figure this is mine. This is my test, Heero, just let me try to pass it myself."
His knuckles were gripped so tightly around the arm rests, that they had turned a ghastly shade of white. Relena, you've already passed your damn test. This is not a test, this is real life, and I know that now, because here you are... right in front of me, doing the one thing to promised me you wouldn't.
"Relena-I... don't want you... to..." He couldn't finish the end of his sentence
"But what if I'm in so much unbearable pain, Heero, that I simply couldn't go on?"
"I wouldn't let you die."
"I won't let you die..." he leaned in, so near that he could see the natural rose tint on her cheeks, "... because I love you."
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"You know what sucks? This sucks." Hilde shoved the newspaper into Quatre's face, "Think this is a coincidence?"
Quatre skimmed the title over, "Robert Welsh Elected Minister." He read aloud. From across the waiting room of the hospital, Wufei snorted.
"Sounds like someone got lucky."
"Sounds like someone was planning this." Dorothy corrected. Her eyes sparked up with new-found interest, "You don't suppose this was his plan all along, do you?" Milliardo had a dangerous look in his eyes, but remained silent.
"You're proposing that it was Welsh that poisoned Relena to win her office?" Noin asked. Trowa nodded, "It makes sense... but I don't think we should jump to any conclusions just yet."
"I agree-" Quatre was cut off but a rather loud argument that was occurring down the hall.
"LET ME GO YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS BASTARD!"
Silence.
Wufei raised an brow, seemingly amused.
Appearing no more, or no less than two seconds later, was a girl Duo guessed to be about their age, and she was literally dragging the two security guards after her. Her blonde curly hair was messy, and was constantly falling into her face. Turning to make some rude comment or crack a joke about the girl, his (lame) attempt was halted by the look of almost pure astonishment on Trowa's face.
"Midii?" He called, causing everyone to whip their heads towards him- including the girl.
She studied him for less than a split second before it occurred to her who he was. "Nanashi?" She whispered. He nodded, but the pleasant look in his eyes was vanquished my the resurfacing memory of her betrayal. Duo opened his mouth, obviously for another comment, but Hilde shut it, motioning for him to be silent.
"Let her go, it's okay." Trowa dismissed the guards, but didn't budge from where he was standing. Straightening out her clothes indignantly, Midii uttered something under her breath about "... stupid no good hired guards... not nice 'cause they didn't get their doughnuts this morning..." Finally feeling the pairs of eyes burning into her back, she looked up.
"I have information for you all, is there anywhere we could go that's more private?" She glanced around, almost as if she knew someone was watching from the shadows.
"No, here is fine." Milliardo insisted.
You're wrong... no where is safe... "...Whatever." Midii mumbled before clearing her throat, "There's a man that goes by the name of Paul, he's never claimed to having a last name. He's from the area of Ephesus, Turkey, from what I guess was a very religious family. He's got a small army of oil fleets now, and has thousands of alias', making it nearly impossible to track him down entirely. What we do know, so far, is..." She glanced up sharply towards the window of the third story of the hospital, something akin to a black shadow catching her eye.
"Shit! Who's in the room with her?" She asked frantically. There was something wild- almost terrified in her eyes.
"Heero-wait! Where are you going?" Trowa ran after her down the hall.
*BAM* *BAM* Everyone on the floor above and below heard the two shots fired. Finally having the sense to run towards the noise, the rest of the group arrived to an almost unbelievable scene.
Midii and Trowa were standing next to each other, while Heero was across the room; his gun outstretched, and still smoking from the last two shots. Hilde traveled with her eyes to where a dark figure stood cloaked, and in his arms, was a very familiar figure...
"Relena!" She cried, pulling out her gun, nearly everyone else followed her suit, "Put her down!"
"Puuuuuuut doooooown yoooooouuuuuuur weeeeeeaaaaapooons..." It hissed.
"Dha Werda Verda..." They heard Midii whisper almost in shock.
"Die's herding what?" Duo had a bemused look on his face.
"Booten wooten lanlock vootem. Al a sinkee dunken pooten. Achta werda verda roll. Poonka dunkee loten cho." It called out in a foreign tongue.
"Leeber soong whar tung tach picta! Manner manner migta richta! Scheleht carn toom-soing pa ho-grunten. Gersh ve dala funken mimpa. Droit! Ta Cropen wettkampf Zunken." Midii called back frantically, waving with her hands all over the place.
"What did he say?" Duo asked bewildered, "And what language was that, exactly?"
"The angel is mine. I shall seek her forth to her resting place. There is no way to save her now." Midii translated, "I'm trying to tell him otherwise..."
"Verto verto taplasko ta verto!" She yelled, and then translated for the others, "She is worth nothing to you!
"Kafee kafee xurm doom kaffee! Ausbroll mobist manner mockah! Ssstrung tartung tha stroong tartung!" It inched closer to the windows with Relena slung over it's shoulder.
"She's worth it to us? She will bring us gold? The angel will make us rich, and then we shall kill her-!" Midii Une froze, watching in terror as the shadow creature jumped out of Relena's hospital window, and into the night.
With the former Queen of the World in it's arms.
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"Do you have her?"
"Yeeees, buuuuuut ooooouuuur paaaaay iiiiiis noooo wheeeereee tooo beeee fooouuund."
"You will get your pay, all in good time, my friends... all in good time." Taking the young woman out of the arms of the ugly beast of a man, he gently set her down on his bed, and waved both Shadow Warriors away. Sharing a quick glance, the exited the room, leaving the man, and Relena.
He took a well worn hand to her young cheek, and began to stroke it. "My angel... do you know how long I have waited for you? For this moment?" Paul of Ephesus let a quick laugh escape his lips, but doused it with another glass of wine.
"God has entrusted me with this mighty revelation, to which I cannot disobey." He stared at her hospital scrubs with a mild look of disgust.
"MIDII! MIDII!" He called his servant for several minutes before giving up and deciding to do the task himself. Reaching down into his bottom drawer of his dresser, he pulled out three things: a silk white dress, and golden cross on a chain, and ostentatiously decorated dagger. He slipped the white dress onto her, and sat her up. Taking several strands of her long golden hair, he reached for the brush he had prepared for her on his dresser, and began to stroke the hair gently. After he was successful in detangling her hair, he sorted it out half and began to twist and braid the top half, leaving the bottom to flow over her shoulders to reach the small of her back.
He carefully laid her back down, smoothing her dress around her evenly. With just the faintest touch of white power, and lipstick, she truly appeared to have become someone of a supernatural state.
Relena Peacecraft had become an angel.
His angel.
His angel that would win him a ticket back into heaven for all the wrong things he had done in this life, and his past.
As he shut the door to his room behind him, being careful to lock it, he could find himself trying to only focusing on one thing: Creating the mask of Robert Welsh, yet again.
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"What the hell was that? Huh? HUH?" Duo cried into Midii's face, "You let him take her!" Midii, for once since the last time she had in front of Trowa, looked as if she might cry.
"Duo!" Quatre snapped uncharacteristically, "Stop it! We didn't do anything either!" Duo, knowing that he'd been defeated, seemingly stepped down from the argument he had been about to create.
"Oi, Heero!" He called, trying to startle the Perfect Soldier out of his revere. Heero's arm was still outstretched, as if the Shadow Warrior was still standing there. Milliardo walked over and took the gun from Heero's hand, and tossed it to the floor.
"Snap out of it Yuy!" He shook the younger man's shoulders, at least expecting to get a good punch in the gut. But instead, he was rewarded with an even bigger surprise.
"I... failed." Heero muttered the words as if they had been foreign on his tongue. I failed her again.
Turning swiftly on his heel, he fled the room- almost... embarrassed, maybe?
Midii shook her head sadly, "This is my fault... I should have tried harder, but those damn Taungs... I should have known that Paul would send them after her. No, I knew, but I just didn't know it would be so soon..." She clutched her head and whispered to herself, "Midii, you're such a screw up."
Trowa placed a hand on her shoulder, "Whatever happened, happened for a reason. It's not your fault, that I promise you." Midii gave him a weak smile, but then turned her attention the rest of the group, "That 'thing' you just saw kidnap Ms. Peacecraft is called a Taung. It's an ancient tribe from somewhere deep in the rain forest. It roughly translates out into, 'The Warriors of the Shadow', or 'The Dark Warriors'. They're known for their agility, and almost inhuman-like strength and flexibly."
"How do you know all of this?" Noin asked just as Sally burst into the room.
"Because I worked for Mr. Paul... and I know all of his secrets."
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wahahahahahaha! I like this story again, even though I'm going with a very typical "I must have the angel to return her to God" type of thing. Thank goodness for my creativity, otherwise mine would've been run of the mill along time ago!
Okay, about the Taungs... these are actual things from the Star Wars Universe, highlighted in the BEST Star Wars novel, "Shadows of the Empire"... the spoken dialouge between Midii Une (The character from Trowa's past in Ground Zero... does anyone remember that?) and the Taung is from the poem "Dha Werda Verda"... shall I read you what it says about this stuff? Yeah, I think I will:
Much has been written on this famous text. We are indebted ot the discoveries of space merchant and explorer Mungo Baobab, who found and preserved the Roonstones. Encoded into the crystal structure of the Roonstones was the earlist known text of Dha Werda Verda. It is considered original, and was translated in the Baobab Archives. The text was written five millennium before Coruscant's warlike primitive ancestors, a warrior race celled the Taungs, invaded and conquered the indigenous peoples. Dha Werda Verda recounts in epic poem fashion the legendary story of a batlle between the Taugns and the vanquished people, the Battalions of Zhell. The tid of the final battle was turned when a sudden volcanic eruption rained destructive ash onto the Zhell, smothering their city. Th epluem of ash rose kilometers into the sky, and cast a giant shadow over the land of the Taungs for two standed years. Thousnads of years of continual construction have turned the orginal site of this epic battle with Imerial City. Heceforth, the Taungs became known as "Dha Werda Verda."
Ta dah! Did anyone REALLY read that? It was taken from the cover of my Shadows of the Empire CD... don't kill me...
Thanks for the patience, and keep the reviews coming!
Luvs,
Chibi Acky
http://www.mimarin.net/xela
By: Chibi Acky
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I'm making absolutely BELOW $0 dollars off of this, so come sue me, you scary rich lawyer man! I'd like to see you try! Mwiehehehehehe....
"Everything, including the present and the future, are in the flames of war. All are enveloped in the struggle---and becomes an illusion. So our lives and the smiles that are fading out, will surely make the new world.."
--Translation from the chorus song of Ai wa ryuusei (Love Is a Shooting Star)
+++++++++++++++++++++++
The weary eyes of a young man studied the woman in front of him. Still unmoving and unresponsive, she would have given anyone the impression that she was too far gone to be saved. Still, he sat.
And still he watched.
And even more still, he waited.
Behind the "plastic bubble" the doctors had set up around her, Relena didn't call out his name. She didn't ask for him to come back and kill her, and she most certainly didn't know that he was there. Sally had taken extra precautions by setting up an environment to save her weak body from any, and all, germs that could be hanging in the air around her.
Relena... you were so full of life, but now... now you don't even make a sound.
Sitting himself down on the chair next to her hospital bed, Heero Yuy, also known as the man with no emotions, sure felt a wave of something pass through him at that moment.
Are you ever going to open your eyes again? C'mon Relena! I need to speak to you. I need to hear your voice again... call my name, Relena, I'm right here! He raked and hand through his untamed hair. He'd been there for three days without having a break for a shower, and he was sure that if she were - No, when she woke up, she wouldn't be pleased with his odor.
I'm such an idiot! I should have just told her... you're a cowardly bastard, Yuy, and she's... she's dying. Gently, his fingers brushed up against the plastic, tent-like thing they had set up around her, "This is all my fault, Relena."
He, almost in a daze, leaned down closer to her peaceful face, "I know this isn't some sickness, and I know something, or someone's trying to hurt you. I'm going to kill them, Relena."
He paused to lean back in his chair, "Will you hate me then? I promised you that I'd never kill again, yet I have time and time again." He shook his head, "This is why we can't be together." Leaning in close, his voice was just slightly above a mere whisper, "Because I'd kill you, Relena. I'd kill you by killing others. You deserve better than that... you deserve better than me."
"Who said I'm going to die? Fate has interesting way of tormenting us just to test our strength. I figure this is mine. This is my test, Heero, just let me try to pass it myself."
His knuckles were gripped so tightly around the arm rests, that they had turned a ghastly shade of white. Relena, you've already passed your damn test. This is not a test, this is real life, and I know that now, because here you are... right in front of me, doing the one thing to promised me you wouldn't.
"Relena-I... don't want you... to..." He couldn't finish the end of his sentence
"But what if I'm in so much unbearable pain, Heero, that I simply couldn't go on?"
"I wouldn't let you die."
"I won't let you die..." he leaned in, so near that he could see the natural rose tint on her cheeks, "... because I love you."
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"You know what sucks? This sucks." Hilde shoved the newspaper into Quatre's face, "Think this is a coincidence?"
Quatre skimmed the title over, "Robert Welsh Elected Minister." He read aloud. From across the waiting room of the hospital, Wufei snorted.
"Sounds like someone got lucky."
"Sounds like someone was planning this." Dorothy corrected. Her eyes sparked up with new-found interest, "You don't suppose this was his plan all along, do you?" Milliardo had a dangerous look in his eyes, but remained silent.
"You're proposing that it was Welsh that poisoned Relena to win her office?" Noin asked. Trowa nodded, "It makes sense... but I don't think we should jump to any conclusions just yet."
"I agree-" Quatre was cut off but a rather loud argument that was occurring down the hall.
"LET ME GO YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS BASTARD!"
Silence.
Wufei raised an brow, seemingly amused.
Appearing no more, or no less than two seconds later, was a girl Duo guessed to be about their age, and she was literally dragging the two security guards after her. Her blonde curly hair was messy, and was constantly falling into her face. Turning to make some rude comment or crack a joke about the girl, his (lame) attempt was halted by the look of almost pure astonishment on Trowa's face.
"Midii?" He called, causing everyone to whip their heads towards him- including the girl.
She studied him for less than a split second before it occurred to her who he was. "Nanashi?" She whispered. He nodded, but the pleasant look in his eyes was vanquished my the resurfacing memory of her betrayal. Duo opened his mouth, obviously for another comment, but Hilde shut it, motioning for him to be silent.
"Let her go, it's okay." Trowa dismissed the guards, but didn't budge from where he was standing. Straightening out her clothes indignantly, Midii uttered something under her breath about "... stupid no good hired guards... not nice 'cause they didn't get their doughnuts this morning..." Finally feeling the pairs of eyes burning into her back, she looked up.
"I have information for you all, is there anywhere we could go that's more private?" She glanced around, almost as if she knew someone was watching from the shadows.
"No, here is fine." Milliardo insisted.
You're wrong... no where is safe... "...Whatever." Midii mumbled before clearing her throat, "There's a man that goes by the name of Paul, he's never claimed to having a last name. He's from the area of Ephesus, Turkey, from what I guess was a very religious family. He's got a small army of oil fleets now, and has thousands of alias', making it nearly impossible to track him down entirely. What we do know, so far, is..." She glanced up sharply towards the window of the third story of the hospital, something akin to a black shadow catching her eye.
"Shit! Who's in the room with her?" She asked frantically. There was something wild- almost terrified in her eyes.
"Heero-wait! Where are you going?" Trowa ran after her down the hall.
*BAM* *BAM* Everyone on the floor above and below heard the two shots fired. Finally having the sense to run towards the noise, the rest of the group arrived to an almost unbelievable scene.
Midii and Trowa were standing next to each other, while Heero was across the room; his gun outstretched, and still smoking from the last two shots. Hilde traveled with her eyes to where a dark figure stood cloaked, and in his arms, was a very familiar figure...
"Relena!" She cried, pulling out her gun, nearly everyone else followed her suit, "Put her down!"
"Puuuuuuut doooooown yoooooouuuuuuur weeeeeeaaaaapooons..." It hissed.
"Dha Werda Verda..." They heard Midii whisper almost in shock.
"Die's herding what?" Duo had a bemused look on his face.
"Booten wooten lanlock vootem. Al a sinkee dunken pooten. Achta werda verda roll. Poonka dunkee loten cho." It called out in a foreign tongue.
"Leeber soong whar tung tach picta! Manner manner migta richta! Scheleht carn toom-soing pa ho-grunten. Gersh ve dala funken mimpa. Droit! Ta Cropen wettkampf Zunken." Midii called back frantically, waving with her hands all over the place.
"What did he say?" Duo asked bewildered, "And what language was that, exactly?"
"The angel is mine. I shall seek her forth to her resting place. There is no way to save her now." Midii translated, "I'm trying to tell him otherwise..."
"Verto verto taplasko ta verto!" She yelled, and then translated for the others, "She is worth nothing to you!
"Kafee kafee xurm doom kaffee! Ausbroll mobist manner mockah! Ssstrung tartung tha stroong tartung!" It inched closer to the windows with Relena slung over it's shoulder.
"She's worth it to us? She will bring us gold? The angel will make us rich, and then we shall kill her-!" Midii Une froze, watching in terror as the shadow creature jumped out of Relena's hospital window, and into the night.
With the former Queen of the World in it's arms.
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"Do you have her?"
"Yeeees, buuuuuut ooooouuuur paaaaay iiiiiis noooo wheeeereee tooo beeee fooouuund."
"You will get your pay, all in good time, my friends... all in good time." Taking the young woman out of the arms of the ugly beast of a man, he gently set her down on his bed, and waved both Shadow Warriors away. Sharing a quick glance, the exited the room, leaving the man, and Relena.
He took a well worn hand to her young cheek, and began to stroke it. "My angel... do you know how long I have waited for you? For this moment?" Paul of Ephesus let a quick laugh escape his lips, but doused it with another glass of wine.
"God has entrusted me with this mighty revelation, to which I cannot disobey." He stared at her hospital scrubs with a mild look of disgust.
"MIDII! MIDII!" He called his servant for several minutes before giving up and deciding to do the task himself. Reaching down into his bottom drawer of his dresser, he pulled out three things: a silk white dress, and golden cross on a chain, and ostentatiously decorated dagger. He slipped the white dress onto her, and sat her up. Taking several strands of her long golden hair, he reached for the brush he had prepared for her on his dresser, and began to stroke the hair gently. After he was successful in detangling her hair, he sorted it out half and began to twist and braid the top half, leaving the bottom to flow over her shoulders to reach the small of her back.
He carefully laid her back down, smoothing her dress around her evenly. With just the faintest touch of white power, and lipstick, she truly appeared to have become someone of a supernatural state.
Relena Peacecraft had become an angel.
His angel.
His angel that would win him a ticket back into heaven for all the wrong things he had done in this life, and his past.
As he shut the door to his room behind him, being careful to lock it, he could find himself trying to only focusing on one thing: Creating the mask of Robert Welsh, yet again.
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"What the hell was that? Huh? HUH?" Duo cried into Midii's face, "You let him take her!" Midii, for once since the last time she had in front of Trowa, looked as if she might cry.
"Duo!" Quatre snapped uncharacteristically, "Stop it! We didn't do anything either!" Duo, knowing that he'd been defeated, seemingly stepped down from the argument he had been about to create.
"Oi, Heero!" He called, trying to startle the Perfect Soldier out of his revere. Heero's arm was still outstretched, as if the Shadow Warrior was still standing there. Milliardo walked over and took the gun from Heero's hand, and tossed it to the floor.
"Snap out of it Yuy!" He shook the younger man's shoulders, at least expecting to get a good punch in the gut. But instead, he was rewarded with an even bigger surprise.
"I... failed." Heero muttered the words as if they had been foreign on his tongue. I failed her again.
Turning swiftly on his heel, he fled the room- almost... embarrassed, maybe?
Midii shook her head sadly, "This is my fault... I should have tried harder, but those damn Taungs... I should have known that Paul would send them after her. No, I knew, but I just didn't know it would be so soon..." She clutched her head and whispered to herself, "Midii, you're such a screw up."
Trowa placed a hand on her shoulder, "Whatever happened, happened for a reason. It's not your fault, that I promise you." Midii gave him a weak smile, but then turned her attention the rest of the group, "That 'thing' you just saw kidnap Ms. Peacecraft is called a Taung. It's an ancient tribe from somewhere deep in the rain forest. It roughly translates out into, 'The Warriors of the Shadow', or 'The Dark Warriors'. They're known for their agility, and almost inhuman-like strength and flexibly."
"How do you know all of this?" Noin asked just as Sally burst into the room.
"Because I worked for Mr. Paul... and I know all of his secrets."
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wahahahahahaha! I like this story again, even though I'm going with a very typical "I must have the angel to return her to God" type of thing. Thank goodness for my creativity, otherwise mine would've been run of the mill along time ago!
Okay, about the Taungs... these are actual things from the Star Wars Universe, highlighted in the BEST Star Wars novel, "Shadows of the Empire"... the spoken dialouge between Midii Une (The character from Trowa's past in Ground Zero... does anyone remember that?) and the Taung is from the poem "Dha Werda Verda"... shall I read you what it says about this stuff? Yeah, I think I will:
Much has been written on this famous text. We are indebted ot the discoveries of space merchant and explorer Mungo Baobab, who found and preserved the Roonstones. Encoded into the crystal structure of the Roonstones was the earlist known text of Dha Werda Verda. It is considered original, and was translated in the Baobab Archives. The text was written five millennium before Coruscant's warlike primitive ancestors, a warrior race celled the Taungs, invaded and conquered the indigenous peoples. Dha Werda Verda recounts in epic poem fashion the legendary story of a batlle between the Taugns and the vanquished people, the Battalions of Zhell. The tid of the final battle was turned when a sudden volcanic eruption rained destructive ash onto the Zhell, smothering their city. Th epluem of ash rose kilometers into the sky, and cast a giant shadow over the land of the Taungs for two standed years. Thousnads of years of continual construction have turned the orginal site of this epic battle with Imerial City. Heceforth, the Taungs became known as "Dha Werda Verda."
Ta dah! Did anyone REALLY read that? It was taken from the cover of my Shadows of the Empire CD... don't kill me...
Thanks for the patience, and keep the reviews coming!
Luvs,
Chibi Acky
http://www.mimarin.net/xela