Moga: Long chapter, lot of new characters. Don't worry, you don't need to
know most of them since a lot of them won't be in here the a lot of the
story, but they're important for now.
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So close. The smell of dieing was so close. And no one else was any where near the creature. The snake, who, if he had a name, didn't know it, peered down the sandy slope of the dune. He didn't recognize it, but who cared? It was an easy meal, and easy meals were rare, if even that. He bared his fangs and spread open his hood. No other snake would dare try and take this meal. If they did, they would have to fight for it.
Starbolt in hand, Starfire took aim. Concentrating, and praying that she didn't miss, she shot. With natural aim and talent, the starbolt hit its target, the lock. The lock broke and Starfire pulled the cage door open. She pointed firmly into the wilderness, staring at Payacha as if daring her to ignore what she was saying. "Go. Free now. Happy." She said, stringing together some of the few words she knew. This was her moment of glory, and she was going to make it as good as she could. Unbeknownst to her, she would have many more moments of glory when she grew up. But for now, she would get a small sample.
Starrie smirked. 'Good for you, Star,' she thought. Starrie moved out of her hiding spot to one with a more favorable view. Of course, her hiding place was dark. Starrie knew she would be a lot different soon. Angrier and more prone to attack. It was the curse of her race, to have mental and spiritual connections with mortals, who could easily be swayed or changed. For now, she would savor these last few hours of innocents and sweetness. She knew this was most likely the last time she would look at Starfire this way. To know it mattered that she was not seen, knowing the wonderful things Starfire did and would do. Soon, she knew, she would be bitter and jealousy would overtake her. It was inevitable as soon as Starfire had formed her first Starbolt mere moments ago. Starrie let a tear find its way down her cheek. She could already for the changes starting, first being steeled defiance. This would be the last tear she would ever shed for someone else, and also the first of uncountable tears she would shed for herself.
Diablo smiled a wicked grin. Change was in the air, both good and bad. The bad, a sad, lonely creature was spreading true happiness. The good, an innocent creature was darkening with a darkness she could not help. It had been cursed to her in the birth of another creature what she would become.
Unbeknownst to Diablo, Raven cried silently in her sleep. Her powers developing, she was dreaming the memories of everyone she came near, or had been near, and it scared her.
Diablo sighed happily, giving his love a nudge. She stirred, lifting her great white head. "Hmm? Oh you!" She playfully scolded, seeing what he had done. "Put me back to normal!" He grinned, but complied; releasing the spell he had put on her. She shrank back to normal size, and he let himself shrink with her. Blink gave a small lick to a ball of silvery fur, their first child, a female. The pup stirred, before turning her large blue eyes up into the face of her two loving parents. She squeaked happily, a shimmer of stardust raining down upon the three of them. Laughing, Diablo picked his daughter up, hugging her securely.
Silver wrinkled her nose in her sleep, trying to banish the dream without waking. Failing to succeed, she awoke fully. She peered over at the black mass of fur next to her. She poked Daducha and he stirred slightly. "Wake up, lazy." She joked.
"Mmph. Wadda ya want Silvi?" He asked her.
"Just to see you up," she replied, giving him a small lick. "Come on, we can be up before these lazies."
"Silvi its before Dayin's up. Go back to bed."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "No."
"What are you, nocturnal?" He asked with a small moan of annoyance.
"Yup! I'm a creature of the night. Duschin's up an' so am I. Have fun sleeping the day away!" She called as she trotted out the door.
"But it's not dawn yet," Daducha weakly replied. He saw a blurred movement out of the corner of his eye. "Wh- OW!!! DAGI!" Dagi grinned at him, green eyes shining with amusement.
"You need to keep your guard up, Dad. I was up BEFORE you OR mom," he said, practically radiating pride.
"Great. You'll have worse sleeping habits than your mother, just what I need."
"Yup! You need someone ta protect you, an' I'm da Guardian for da job!" He announced, jabbing his thumb into his chest. Daducha rolled his eyes. Dagi was probably the youngest Guardian, and he enjoyed showing off. Needless to say, it was a bad combination.
"Yeah, whatever. Where's your sister, oh-mighty-one?"
"She left with Mom, cowering all da way out. Wimp." Oh yeah. He was the Guardian of Courage; anything less than brave was close to the worst thing in the world for Dagi.
"Uh-huh." Daducha let his head hit the pillow. Why not keep sleeping? Dagi would destroy a hapless punching bag, Silver would and monitor planetary peace, and Xue was with her. What was he going to do if he got out of bed? With a happy sigh, believing to have convinced his conscience, he pulled the blankets up over his head.
Only to hear the sound of a danger alarm blaring. "Oh great." He mumbled, wriggling out of his blanket cocoon. Dagi perked up, eager for 'some action'. He raced out the door to the control room, highly intent on getting his equipment. In his young mind, you could forget organization and planning. Give him weapons and he was ready to go.
Daducha followed, but didn't run. All the army's warriors were taught never to run out side of battle. It just caused panic. In the so- dubbed 'Problem Room', Silver sat next to her friend Zimerei, nicknamed Rei. The red-eyed 'alien' kept his focus; hands sheathed in silver gloves clasped behind his back, occasionally giving orders to the computer, PRC. Besides him, his robotic companion, WIR (although he liked to be called Weap) stood, lasers drawn. The short silver 'bot glared through narrowed solid red eyes at Thicket, who kept one gloved hand on his shoulder. Like WIR, Thicket would happily battle anyone for almost any reason. However, unlike the small robot, she wasn't arrogant enough to simply charge into battle. She knew an attack plan would be needed. Thus, the purple-eyed girl exercised the small bit of self-control she had.
"It's Diablo." Zimerei stated softly, confirming everyone's fear. Diablo was the greatest threat any of them had ever met. They were all in for another raging war.
A boy peered at them through a crack in the door. They were fighting again. Once again, he knew, they would leave him out again. He slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor. They would never understand how much he wanted to join them, to experience the thrill of battle. With a low growl, the boy got up and walked away.
He entered his room but didn't turn the lights on. He hated the lights. Darkness let him see more anyway. "What's up, Weapon?" asked a voice from the shadows of his room. He wasn't startled though. He had seen her eyes shining in the darkness.
Frowning, Connu slid off the desk she'd been sitting on and walked up to Weapon. He looked away, scowling. She smirked slightly. "No mind tricks this time, you've earned my respect." She sighed closing her eyes and turning her head away from him for a moment. It was almost embarrassing to have to give her respect to a four-year-old. But, she knew that Weapon possessed a deep and complete understanding of what he could do. He had drawn on his strength and knew his limitations. He had made a type of Karate-like fighting that let him excel in battle. The use of many seemingly pathetic weapons and gadgets allowed him to give off a fake, weak appearance, luring ego-blinded enemies into his trap. No. It could have been much worse, to have to give her respect to someone else.
From his long silence she knew he wasn't going to say anything. She sighed, running her claws through the fur on the back of her head. "Look, kid, if you wanna fight go talk to Hack. He must have your stats from Meega."
Weapon actually considered this, but quickly dismissed the idea. He wasn't going to depend on anyone. On the other hand, it may be his only way to get into battle. However, knowing everyone around here, they'd probably just stick him in some big, clumsy robot that could only attack long-range. Robot. . .
Connu blinked as Weapon ran out of the room and down the hall. Whatever. Who knew what went through a kid's head. "Wow. I'm getting old if I can't remember childhood anymore." Connu stated aloud to herself. She walked to the door, reaching instinctively to shut the light. 'Heh,' she thought, remembering that the light had never been on in the first place. 'Getting to that age are we?' questioned a voice in her head. She chose to ignore it.
Moga: I have such fun writing Connu. Uh, don't have much to say here..
So close. The smell of dieing was so close. And no one else was any where near the creature. The snake, who, if he had a name, didn't know it, peered down the sandy slope of the dune. He didn't recognize it, but who cared? It was an easy meal, and easy meals were rare, if even that. He bared his fangs and spread open his hood. No other snake would dare try and take this meal. If they did, they would have to fight for it.
Starbolt in hand, Starfire took aim. Concentrating, and praying that she didn't miss, she shot. With natural aim and talent, the starbolt hit its target, the lock. The lock broke and Starfire pulled the cage door open. She pointed firmly into the wilderness, staring at Payacha as if daring her to ignore what she was saying. "Go. Free now. Happy." She said, stringing together some of the few words she knew. This was her moment of glory, and she was going to make it as good as she could. Unbeknownst to her, she would have many more moments of glory when she grew up. But for now, she would get a small sample.
Starrie smirked. 'Good for you, Star,' she thought. Starrie moved out of her hiding spot to one with a more favorable view. Of course, her hiding place was dark. Starrie knew she would be a lot different soon. Angrier and more prone to attack. It was the curse of her race, to have mental and spiritual connections with mortals, who could easily be swayed or changed. For now, she would savor these last few hours of innocents and sweetness. She knew this was most likely the last time she would look at Starfire this way. To know it mattered that she was not seen, knowing the wonderful things Starfire did and would do. Soon, she knew, she would be bitter and jealousy would overtake her. It was inevitable as soon as Starfire had formed her first Starbolt mere moments ago. Starrie let a tear find its way down her cheek. She could already for the changes starting, first being steeled defiance. This would be the last tear she would ever shed for someone else, and also the first of uncountable tears she would shed for herself.
Diablo smiled a wicked grin. Change was in the air, both good and bad. The bad, a sad, lonely creature was spreading true happiness. The good, an innocent creature was darkening with a darkness she could not help. It had been cursed to her in the birth of another creature what she would become.
Unbeknownst to Diablo, Raven cried silently in her sleep. Her powers developing, she was dreaming the memories of everyone she came near, or had been near, and it scared her.
Diablo sighed happily, giving his love a nudge. She stirred, lifting her great white head. "Hmm? Oh you!" She playfully scolded, seeing what he had done. "Put me back to normal!" He grinned, but complied; releasing the spell he had put on her. She shrank back to normal size, and he let himself shrink with her. Blink gave a small lick to a ball of silvery fur, their first child, a female. The pup stirred, before turning her large blue eyes up into the face of her two loving parents. She squeaked happily, a shimmer of stardust raining down upon the three of them. Laughing, Diablo picked his daughter up, hugging her securely.
Silver wrinkled her nose in her sleep, trying to banish the dream without waking. Failing to succeed, she awoke fully. She peered over at the black mass of fur next to her. She poked Daducha and he stirred slightly. "Wake up, lazy." She joked.
"Mmph. Wadda ya want Silvi?" He asked her.
"Just to see you up," she replied, giving him a small lick. "Come on, we can be up before these lazies."
"Silvi its before Dayin's up. Go back to bed."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "No."
"What are you, nocturnal?" He asked with a small moan of annoyance.
"Yup! I'm a creature of the night. Duschin's up an' so am I. Have fun sleeping the day away!" She called as she trotted out the door.
"But it's not dawn yet," Daducha weakly replied. He saw a blurred movement out of the corner of his eye. "Wh- OW!!! DAGI!" Dagi grinned at him, green eyes shining with amusement.
"You need to keep your guard up, Dad. I was up BEFORE you OR mom," he said, practically radiating pride.
"Great. You'll have worse sleeping habits than your mother, just what I need."
"Yup! You need someone ta protect you, an' I'm da Guardian for da job!" He announced, jabbing his thumb into his chest. Daducha rolled his eyes. Dagi was probably the youngest Guardian, and he enjoyed showing off. Needless to say, it was a bad combination.
"Yeah, whatever. Where's your sister, oh-mighty-one?"
"She left with Mom, cowering all da way out. Wimp." Oh yeah. He was the Guardian of Courage; anything less than brave was close to the worst thing in the world for Dagi.
"Uh-huh." Daducha let his head hit the pillow. Why not keep sleeping? Dagi would destroy a hapless punching bag, Silver would and monitor planetary peace, and Xue was with her. What was he going to do if he got out of bed? With a happy sigh, believing to have convinced his conscience, he pulled the blankets up over his head.
Only to hear the sound of a danger alarm blaring. "Oh great." He mumbled, wriggling out of his blanket cocoon. Dagi perked up, eager for 'some action'. He raced out the door to the control room, highly intent on getting his equipment. In his young mind, you could forget organization and planning. Give him weapons and he was ready to go.
Daducha followed, but didn't run. All the army's warriors were taught never to run out side of battle. It just caused panic. In the so- dubbed 'Problem Room', Silver sat next to her friend Zimerei, nicknamed Rei. The red-eyed 'alien' kept his focus; hands sheathed in silver gloves clasped behind his back, occasionally giving orders to the computer, PRC. Besides him, his robotic companion, WIR (although he liked to be called Weap) stood, lasers drawn. The short silver 'bot glared through narrowed solid red eyes at Thicket, who kept one gloved hand on his shoulder. Like WIR, Thicket would happily battle anyone for almost any reason. However, unlike the small robot, she wasn't arrogant enough to simply charge into battle. She knew an attack plan would be needed. Thus, the purple-eyed girl exercised the small bit of self-control she had.
"It's Diablo." Zimerei stated softly, confirming everyone's fear. Diablo was the greatest threat any of them had ever met. They were all in for another raging war.
A boy peered at them through a crack in the door. They were fighting again. Once again, he knew, they would leave him out again. He slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor. They would never understand how much he wanted to join them, to experience the thrill of battle. With a low growl, the boy got up and walked away.
He entered his room but didn't turn the lights on. He hated the lights. Darkness let him see more anyway. "What's up, Weapon?" asked a voice from the shadows of his room. He wasn't startled though. He had seen her eyes shining in the darkness.
Frowning, Connu slid off the desk she'd been sitting on and walked up to Weapon. He looked away, scowling. She smirked slightly. "No mind tricks this time, you've earned my respect." She sighed closing her eyes and turning her head away from him for a moment. It was almost embarrassing to have to give her respect to a four-year-old. But, she knew that Weapon possessed a deep and complete understanding of what he could do. He had drawn on his strength and knew his limitations. He had made a type of Karate-like fighting that let him excel in battle. The use of many seemingly pathetic weapons and gadgets allowed him to give off a fake, weak appearance, luring ego-blinded enemies into his trap. No. It could have been much worse, to have to give her respect to someone else.
From his long silence she knew he wasn't going to say anything. She sighed, running her claws through the fur on the back of her head. "Look, kid, if you wanna fight go talk to Hack. He must have your stats from Meega."
Weapon actually considered this, but quickly dismissed the idea. He wasn't going to depend on anyone. On the other hand, it may be his only way to get into battle. However, knowing everyone around here, they'd probably just stick him in some big, clumsy robot that could only attack long-range. Robot. . .
Connu blinked as Weapon ran out of the room and down the hall. Whatever. Who knew what went through a kid's head. "Wow. I'm getting old if I can't remember childhood anymore." Connu stated aloud to herself. She walked to the door, reaching instinctively to shut the light. 'Heh,' she thought, remembering that the light had never been on in the first place. 'Getting to that age are we?' questioned a voice in her head. She chose to ignore it.
Moga: I have such fun writing Connu. Uh, don't have much to say here..