Casey Taylor: Yes I will be continuing the story about the Sovereign Colonies Armed Forces. Just that nothing is gonna be posted in a while cuz I'm having to develop their tactics and strategies, their hardware, software, math, science, armor and armament, etc etc etc. Maybe if you want, I can post some quick notes about what I imagine my S.C.A.F. is gonna be like so you can get some sort of insight into them. What their land forces are like, what their galactic naval forces are like, how each was developed and how they work together, etc etc etc. What is their ftl like? Does that appeal to you? Instead of waiting for me to develop the story, I post notes?

For everyone else interested, let me know. Also, just as a pre-note, SCAF will be using Imperial. Don't worry all you metric lovers, the evil Earth Gov still uses it.

With all that being said and done, I look forward to your reply. Now onto the story.

After a while, Naryn groggily woke up. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was . . . a fight between red and blue and one of the red people grabbing her. As she came to, she realized she was laying against something soft. Slowly pulling her head about, she came to set her eyes on a fierce looking female. One of the blue people. Turning around, she looked at the others, two other blue people, a brown and a grey. The blue she was laying against noticed her stir.

Taloa: "Hey little one. You okay?"

Naryn: "I . . . I'm fine. Where are we? Why did they grab you, why did they grab me, what are they gonna do to us?"

Kaloa: "Easy little girl. Just breathe."

Doing just that, Naryn started to just breathe in. Using her ancient hereditary magic to breathe in the calming aura of nature. Letting the morning dew hidden in the shadows moisturize her, seeping into her skin and her lungs. Letting the little creatures that run unseen by most delve into her body and nest. She is one with nature, she accepts natures in the deepest part of her being. She finds great comfort in the bond her family has with the natural world.

Taloa: "Better?"

Naryn: "Better."

Ralof: "So who are you? Why were you in the forest alone?"

Naryn: "My name is Naryn Natureguardian, heir to the throne of the Natureguardian Dynasty. As for why I was in the forest alone, well . . . for one, the forest has been the home of my family for as long as the world has existed. Two, I wasn't alone. All the natives of the forest were with me. The wolves, the bears, the crabs, the spriggans and all others."

Imperial: "Shut up back there."

Naryn: "Why are the Reds so mean?"

Ralof: "The 'Reds'? You mean the Imperials?"

Naryn: "The 'Imperials'? Is that what the Reds are called? Then what are the Blues called?"

Taloa: "Us? We're called the Stormcloaks. In honor of Ulfric Stormcloak. Our leader and the one who'll help us to freedom."

Kaloa: "Yeah. You see, the Imperials are evil cowardly slaves. And as such, they are a very nasty people as they do not know themselves. We Stormcloaks might be nasry ourselves but nowhere near their level. And at least we know who we are, unlike them."

Imperial: "General Tulius, the Headsman is waiting."

Tulius: "Good. Let's get this over with."

Naryn: "The 'Headsman'?"

Taloa; runs finger over throat: "The Reaper."

Naryn; pales: "Oh Aldyn help me."