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Remeberance City, Neo-Dracun, Homeland for the Dracun Remnant
When troubles run deep, and the earth scorched,
A child will be born to save us all,
He will fit the description of your greatest foe,
But only through him will redemption be done,
He will bring you to an age unlike any other,
Through him none of you will suffer
Dracun Prophecy, Dated 427 A.D.


It was only 5:00 AM when he was born. Kacin Elkins, the now declared savior and fulfiller of the Dracun Prophecy was born. His skin, eyes, everything matches the look of the former tyrant, Desciver. Not only that the prophecy was said to be fulfilled soon since the "earth was scorched." People gathered around the hospital. Gazing into the room where he was protected from the fame and glory that would soon control his life.

His mother just held him. He looked so innocent, how could he bare the resemblance of the "Tyrant." She knew she would never see him again after this day and held him close. A few officials entered. She recognized one instantly, Guardian Manstara.

"Hello, Mrs. Elkins" He spoke softly, "You know why were here, but no we are not taking him away from you"

She looked shocked, "Your not, but the prophecy-"

"You will come with us, we will not separate the chosen one from the little family he has."

She shed tears of joy, "Thank you, thank you"

"No problem" He said with a large smile, "Let us know when your ready to come to the Government Palace." With that he turned and walked out.

For now though she would spend these few precious moments with her newborn son.

To be continued

OOC:This is a character rpg, you can send a representative to visit the chosen one which will raise your standings in the Dracun's eyes. If not I hope you enjoy the story

"My Lord Sean." The Director of Intelligence said
Sean bookmarked his book, "Yes Director, what is it?"
"The people of the Dracum Remenant claim that thier savior has been born."
"A savior, sounds intresting. I think I will go see this savior. It's about time for both a state visit and I need a vacation."


TO: Guardian Manstara
Lord Sean wishes to pay a state visit to your nation and to pay his respects to both the ruler of Dracum Remenant as well as it's savior.

To the Nation of Theoa
Your reverance, and respect for our nations is greatly appreiciated. A plane will be reserved for you at the International Airport.
Guardian Manstara

The Kingdom of Malkyer congratulates Mrs. Elkins on her new son, and wishes to wish the Dracun people luck for their future.
-Official Statement from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Dear Guardian Manstara,

I would like to personally commend you on the reconstruction of your nation. Our nations have been enemies in the past, but I see nothing but friendship ahead of us. On this note, I would personally like to visit your country, and if possible, see this little savior. Your prophechy certainly sounds interesting, and I hope this little one will lead your people to glory. Please, let me know as soon as possible if you will accept my proposal. There are many things I wish to discuss!

Best Regards,
Dayan Saarad

"My Lord are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, is the plane ready?"
"Yes My Lord."

Prince Sean boarded his personal plane and settled in for the flight to the Dracum Remenant while the plane was escorted by two fighters.


A short time later: (they are about 1.5h away from the captial of DR)

"This is the Theao Aircraft RoyalOne requesting landing vectors. On board is Prince Sean of Theao."

Official Statement from The Grand Imperial Empire of The Island of Rose:

The Island of Rose has never had interaction with the Dracuns, much less when it was an Imperium. But now, we are willing to trade Embassies with your nation, and I would personally like to see this "savior" of the Dracuns. Call me skeptical yes, but if a baby is going to change world affairs I must at least see it. Well, may I? I will come alone if need be. And yes, we'd like to discuss a treaty with your nation. May your god bless you as God has blessed me.
Sergei Ilyanov
Imperial Counciller of Foreign Affairs (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Byeltsin.jpg)
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Protector of the Seven Stars

[This is Remnant flight control, you will be escorted down Theao Plane, escort fighters are to leave immediately
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To the nation's of TIoR, and Malkyer
As said before your reverence is well appreciated. We thank you. The Savior is currently on his way to the government palace now where you will meet him.

On another note, TIor, we would gladly exchange embassies and discuss a possible treaty.

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A heavy caravan of armed cars, and tanks passed through the capital city of Remembrance. People crowded the streets in hope of seeing the chosen one. They ran to the armored cars pounding on them.

The baby, Kacin(Ka-sin, free of sin in Dracun) ignored it and just smiled his big smile. He even giggled. The mother, Jessica smiled back and held her baby tight.

They arrived at the palace and were quickly escorted into the palace and were brought to the room reserved only for people of the chosen one's stature. The excitement and anticipation was so fluid in the air one could taste it. Yet for now, the innocent one simply slept soundly. Jessica ordered everyone out of the room but here and anyone with guns to be kept away from the baby. They all listened of course, because the Mother of the Chosen one was the appointed ruler until the savior's age reached 16.

She watched the baby sleep and she herself fell asleep

serect IC: The Black Agent looked on with interest at the newborn

OOC: I have no interest inany hostile actions, no fear

The flight carrying Dayan to Neo Dracun was making good time, thanks to headwinds, and would arrive at the island in about three hours. Dayan thought about what he wanted to say, and what he hoped to accomplish. Naturally, he wanted to see this baby, though he didn't really buy into the prophecy. That was due to his skeptical nature. However, it would be important to do so, for PR reasons. He got out of his seat to get a beverage. Something soft, can't be drunk when I arrive, can I? Ah, a Coke sounds good, he thought to himself. When he sat back down, he frowned, realizing he'd forgotten to get some food. His stomach grumbled. Meh, I'll eat later. He sipped his drink, thinking about the future.

OOC: I'm signing off for the night, so I'll post the King's arrival tomorrow sometime.

"And so the cycle begins yet again, with the people of Dracun vesting power into a man due too fear and superstion. I laugh, my friends, to see this. A baby is now a king. But our goal now, my friends, is to make that kind a marionnette."


(Could I possibly join in? I had meant to do an RP with you a while ago, but not had time.

Is there a new Alexian Embassy in Dracun Remanant?

Oh, and could you update me on the Dracun situation? I'm a bit behing the times, as it were.)

"This is Remnant flight control, you will be escorted down Theao Plane, escort fighters are to leave immediately"

"This is Captain Mioto Yoshiro to escorts. You are to brake off and return to Theao."
"Yes Sir"
Both fighters peel off and return to Theao.

Later(on landing decent):
"Remnant Flight Control This is Captain Yoshiro please provide final landing vectors."

ooc:Alexias of course you could

IC: Theao plane you are cleared for landing welcome to Neo-Dracun, landing vector 2-47, 3-02

Major Janus, official investigator of the occult for the Jeruselem Inquisition was interested in the news from Dracun Imperium. A prophecy had been fulfilled when Kacin Elkins was born and he was to be an important person for the future. He liked prophecies as long as they weren't horrible and nasty but you couldn't do anything to stop them anyway. He added this news to his list of fulfilled prophecies.

His favourite was one when an old country priest written to the Latin Patriach of Jerusalem at the time


The house of David shall have a daughter.
Her faith is not of the Jews, but the Church of Peter.
The Kings of Gaul is she cast
The Kings of Israel is she born
Her beauty of Isis
Her gown of Burgundy


This was before the civil war and everyone thought the prophecy was false.
King Cyrus I, son of King Henry I, the 2nd Catholic ruler of Jeruselem since the Crusades was expected to marry an European. He was descended from the old French kings, but most never too noticed the prophecy could come true.

Instead he married a young Jewish-girl turned Catholic from a suspected line from King David. They had a daughter Mariah-Rebekka Penelope Stuart, raised a Roman Catholic. While her mother was not much of a beauty, everyone knew her daughter was a stunner and by 18, desired by many. Under Mariah I, Jeruselem joined the region of the Kingdom of Burgundy. Then, the pundits worked out the prophecy was true.

He wrote an elaborate letter to the new ruler of Dracun Imperium on behalf of the Jeruselem Catholic Church.

Around 10,000 people had gathered outside the palace gate in pure awe. They couldn't believe the prophecy was to be done. Suddenly on a balcony the window slowly opened and the mother, Jessica step out carrying a baby, no the baby, the chosen one.

The people bowed on one knee, but the mother spoke, "Arise he is your savior, your guardian not a king."

The people seemed shocked that someone of such power would show them such ... humbleness. She then continued "Guardian Manstara has agreed to become my advisor until my son, your chosen one reaches the age of 16. I am now your Queen Mother, and I hope you will all love me as you did to the former Guardian."

The people cheered "Our savior is born, long live Dracun, Long Live the Queen Mother"

She exited the balcony onto the stairs, "It is now the time for you to meet the chosen one, he will be carried among you."

The people were absolutely shocked. All the supposed "chosen ones" had been kept away from the people. This one walked, well was carried next to them. They reached out and gently touched the baby, some even fainted. It was truly a wonderful experience. Kacin barely even made a sound, his round eyes poking out to see what was going on.

"Hush my child, these are your people, may you forever serve them and not serve you"

Bump

I do something soon.

"Remberance Flight Control, this is Royal Air Force flight 35 requesting permission to land."

Dayan left the cockpit after the pilot had begun the transmission, so he could get ready to land. He sat in his seat, and looked out the window. Behind the aircraft flew two Royal Navy F-15 Eagles, which had flown escort for the Galaxy V carrying the King. He turned his gaze back into the plane, and leaned back in his seat, waiting to arrive.

This is Remembrance Flight Control, you are cleared to land

They aircraft began it's descent to the airport. The plane touched down on the runway, and taxied to its designated spot. The door opened, and six Royal Marines disembarked, and formed up at the bottom of the stairs. As Dayan stepped out of the door, the Marines saluted. He returned their salute, and walked down the stairs. Once he reached the bottom, the Marines fell in step behind him as he walked to the building to head inside and meet whoever had been sent to meet him.

At about the same time the Malkyer jet touched down, Prince Seans craft landed. Exiting with his guards he set off headed off in the same direction Dayan went.

Now, Grand Advisor Manstara, waited with a honor guard of close to 40 Dracun Marines. As the two leaders approached the entire guard saluted "Welcome to Neo-Dracun, a place you helped realize".

Jason walked forward to both men "A pleasure to finaly meet you both in person" He said holding his hand out.

Dayan grasped Jason's hand. "A pleasure to meet you, my friend. Truly I am glad we meet this day in peace and friendship, rather than on opposing sides of a negotiating table. There are many things I wish to discuss with you, and of course I want to see the little child. And I am glad to meet you," he said to the man from Theao.

Sean shaked Manstara's hand. "Thank you for your welcome Grand Advisor Manstara." he said with a slight grin. "Do you feel upset at being deposed?"

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well." Sean said to Malkyerian

"So true, Dayan so very true," He then looked over at the Prince "Of course not, if it is better fulfill my people's dreams and hopes then I would do anything, now if you will follow me I will take you to your respective Limo's where you will be driven to the Govermnental Palace."

He turned and the Honor guard moved with him, moving quickly. They arrived at the streets. Armed baricades prevented anyone from getting closer then 500 feet.

The Empire sends it's congratulations to the Imperium on the birth of the Dracun savior, and wishes your people the best on whatever course they have set for themselves. May he be blessed with strength, conviction, and morality in his rule.

Regards,
Gerard-Jacques Deron
Deputy Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs
For his Imperial, Catholic, Sovereign Ruler Napoleon VII

OOC/ Starting out on a note of semi-arragance. :)

Message to L Empire Napoleonien
We thank you for your congratulations, and wish the same to you
Queen Mother Jessica

bumpbump

Segar Gator lightly sat at his desk.

Typing up a communique to be more percise, to the Dracun Nation, mostly the one who protected the one called 'Savior'. The letter began has it stated;


Queen Mother Jessica,


We wish you praise and happiness that your nation now has a Savior. I would perfer to grace your land and meet this savior to give my best wishes and pride to it. I wish you great luck and I wait for my information invational.


Signed,

Segar Gator
President of the Nation of Jurrik.

[/end letter]

He smiled lightly and sent it via a encrypted transmission to the one who currently was responsible for that lovely child. Leaning back in his chair and looking over the lands that reminded him of his people. The gators were rising. Rising rapidly.

They had plotted for years...and now it was coming to pass.

Eladrum, a Paktuu warrior, was nervous as he sat down. He was in a great room, filled with blue, gold, ivory, and amber crystals. Before him was a giant framework of metal: decorated with ornate pictures, writings, and stories. In front of this metal beauty was a single chair. In front of the chair was a large, red orb. Eladrum's hands shook as Eladrum pressed on the red orb: moving his mind to and fro energizing the machine. All the while, he was forced to ignore the thing inside of him: screaming instructions.

As his mind's energies met with the machine, the metalic framework was covered with a brilliant emerald light. The light twisted and turned, forming domes, cubes, prisms, helixes, and thousands of other small shapes as it sprang up and down the framework. Soon it looked as though the framework was some giant piece of art rather than a machine. Eladrum closed his eyes and relayed a message to the Dracun Imperium:

I, Eladrum of the Paktuu, wish to come and pay respects to your young prophet. As you know, the Paktuu are a peaceful and kind race at heart: we would be honored if we could feel your prophet's psychic energy as well. This would prove his potency, and we might be able to give him instructions in how to develope and expand his power. May the Power of the Mind guide you.

Eladrum sent the transmission and took his hands away from the orb. Immediately, the Emerald light vanished and the machine died down. Eladrum stood, shaking violently, hearing the thing inside of him:

Good... it said Good...You have done will Eladrum. You will be saved, do not worry. You and your family shall be spared.

"Yes...yes, my lord." Eladrum said, feeling the thing squirm inside of him. He knew what was happening. The Paktuu were an honorable and peaceful race: his invitation would most likely be accepted. Then, when he arived, something will happen. He did not know, but if they had anything to do with it...it would be sinister.

Eladrum left the room, and walked to his personal spacecraft. He entered it, and began to cry.

To all invited Nations
You have been granted access to Neo-Dracun. We eagerly anticipate your arrival

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Meanwhile in the palace something strange was happening. The young baby slept and in it his mind raced. Death...destruction....death...
Images of these things flashed through his head. Causing him to awake and scream. Although the adults would not understand he did.
They must be stopped

His mother arrived and instantly held him to her chest. He quieted feeling safe, yet another image flashed into his mind Death He saw his mother die. But where was he? Something was going to happen and they were clueless to it.

In a few days time, the glowing spectacle of the Paktuu transport hovered above the Dracun Imperium. It had not metallic outside: for it was created from pure psychic energy. It danced colors, blue, red, orange, green, even gold, over and over again; as if the colors were slender fish in the great sea of energy. The only recognizable shape within the confines of the ship was a small metallic frame. Within it sat three Paktuu.

To a human, a Paktuu would seem ferocious. Standing at four meters tall, a Paktuu looked like a cross-bread between a bird and a sloth. It's beaked face had no mouth: only a small orifice with a spear-like tongue. Its eyes were deep charcoal, and the back of its neck (looking almost like armored plating) was a pale, earthy beige color. In fact, a Paktuu was prominently composed of earthy colors; save for two shards of blue crystal that protruded from its shoulders. It had two six-jointed fingers with fiercem talons at the end, and large rubbery three-toed feet. It's stomach seemed to be composed of two sacks. These sacks, vein-covered on the outside, were the Paktuu's lungs.

Paktuu were strong creatures. They could tear a man in two with their bare hands if they wanted. Instead, the Paktuu had become peaceful in recent years. Their unique technology rendering military unnecessary until a conflict erupted. For the Paktuu were gifted in the psychic arts. In fact, some said they were the origin of all psionics in the universe. The Paktuu do not share their beliefs.

As the ship made contact with the Dracunic landing platform, the shimmering died. The colors faded. The energy left. All that was left was the frame of the ship, and the three Paktuu inside. There were two Paktuu in the front, both wearing long, green robes, with tatooes on their faces. The Paktuu in the back was thinner, and gaunter than the other two. The largest one, whose tatooes depicted moonlight and fire turned to the Paktuu in the back.

"Eladrum," the largest of the three Paktuu said, "are you sure this is the planet? You said the child would posses great psychic potential, yet I do not feel anything as we approach."

"Of course, Honorable Ha'lal," Eladrum said, looking significantly gaunter than he did the day of the transmission, "the child simply has not manifested its powers long enough. We must see it first."

"Ha'lal," the third Paktuu said, "I do not believe it would be wise to simply abandon this find. We do not know how much potential the child has. It is possible it is the A'kapaktuu. If that is the case, we must be sure to find it and teach it."

"I believe your points are correct, Yalna," Ha'lal said, turning to face the young Paktuu in the eyes. "You are correct, as always. We should find the child and monitor it."

Yalna felt a jolt as Ha'lal's eyes his. They were in a private psychic connection, one which Eladrum could not hear.

I do not think it is wise to travel blindly into this place, love mate. Ha'lal thought, his eyes glimmering as he did so. We do not know why Eladrum called us here, or how he found this child. Eladrum has been acting...strangely as of late. I worry about him.

As do I, love mate. Yalna replied. I suggest we bring a Ta'layum in case.

Agreed, love mate. Ha'lal replied. You are as clever as you are beautiful.

I certainly hope not, love mate! Yalna said, an emotion of laughter transmitted as well. I certainly don't wish to be an ugly old monster!

With this, Ha'lal broke the connection.

"Eladrum," Ha'lal barked sharply, causing Eladrum to jump to his feet, "introduce yourself to the Dracun. They use dialect 19 standard. Remember, they won't understand our language. Use that well."

Eladrum walked off the Paktuu deck onto the platform of the Dracun. He set his translator to 19-Standard and spoke:

"We are the Paktuu delegate, here to see the Prophet Child. We are honored to have arived in Dracun."

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Deep within Eladrum, it was ready. It was waiting.

Good...good Eladrum. Get closer...Get closer. Soon, our plan will succeed. And you will be spared.

I...I am weak, my Lord. Eladrum thought, his body convulsing slightly as he did so. You...you are taking too much nutrients. I need more.

Then eat more, foolish one.

I...I cannot! If I do, then the others will notice something. I ate not a few days ago. To eat this frequently would make them notice. It would make them...

Silence! I grow weary of your talk. I hope your hunger makes you appreciate what you must do. You must reach the child quickly.

It knew what was to happen, and that fool Eladrum was playing the perfect pawn. For the child would prove to be the Salvation of them. He would break the Veil the Young Races constructed. He would lead the hordes to greater and greater victory. He would finally complete the revenge they had saught for billions of years.

It would soon come to pass...so very soon...

*Bump

ooc: It seems, this rp has died except me and you, I want to post a coming of age thread. Im real sorry! I mean your rping very well. Yet I need to post this thread. My apologies.

ooc: im still here
theres just been nothing for me to do yet

OOC: me too. Just kinda waiting...

OOC: It seems there are still people here.

Listen, before you post that thread, can you at least RP up to when Eladrum meets the child? I kind of have something planned...which you may or may not approve of...

We wish to send a representative to meet the baby.

OOC: Dracun, keep it going. It's barely a week old.

ooc:Let's skip right to the party

IC: The guests had been escorted in the royal hall room, where it was decorated like no other. It sparkled like a diamond, it's beauty could never be described. Suddenly the Dracun Anthem begin to play, and slowly but the now appointed, Grand Advisor and Queen Mother Jessica entered, she carried the baby in her arms closely.

"We thank you all for coming, it is now time for presentation of the chosen one" Jason, the advisor announced. The Queen Mother brought the child up holding her hands up high, arms extended. A glimmering light shown down upon them, an obvious stage effect but no less grand and mystifying.

"Prophecy once told of the coming of the chosen one, though we have been wrong in the past we believe this one to be forever true. Let the celebration begin!" and triumphant music blasted.

Dayan smiled. However skeptical he was about this prophecy, it was hard not to be glad that the Dracun people had finally found hope and joy among the ashes of their ruined nation. He made subconcious decision to help these people as best he could. They had seen too much suffering already.

OOC: I’ve already talked to Dracun about this, so I’m not God Modding:

The three Paktuu, towering above the crowd, stood near the back. They looked, on the outside, politely intrigued by the events. Whenever someone addressed one of the Paktuu, he or she would kindly address him or her back. However the Paktuu were not simply enjoying the party. They were talking to each other via psionics, and their talk was quite serious.

I do not sense a strong Pyschic presence from the child, Eladrum. Ha'lal thought, looking directly at the Lady Jessica and her young offspring with his deep, charcoal, penetrating eyes. Are you sure this is the one?

Perhaps the child has not yet matured enough, Ha'lal. Yalna thought back, his eyes trained on the baby as well. We won't know what his power is until we truly test him.

I will test him, if you two Honorable Ones would not mind. Eladrum offered, his hands damp with sweat. I will need to get the experience, and if this child has no power it would be good for me to learn.

You are correct, Eladrum. Ha'lal said, gripping his Ta'layum tightly in his hand. He didn't trust Eladrum...something was wrong with him. All you need to do is touch the child and feel for his psychic aura. If it is strong, then we shall test him. If he is weak...then we still shall test him. I want you to make sure you do it correctly.

Perhaps Eladrum simply wishes to prove himself to us, Ha'lal thought, his mind easing a bit, he is simply nervous and wishes to impress us. That is all.

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Eladrum was nervous, but not because he wanted to look good. The thing inside of him was crawling, slithering, and wyrming around in his body. It felt like his chest was a gigantic pool in which a huge school of fish swam continuously in circles. Eladrum would have thrown up, had he not been gripped by so much fear.

WALK FORWARDS, ELADRUM. the Thing commanded GET ME CLOSE

Eladrum began to walk towards the young prophet, hoping he looked calm and charming, and stopped about ten feet in front of the Lady Jessica. His heart was pounding.

He raised his arms and said, "My dear...uh...Lady Jessica..." he said, his voice faltering, “I come to you to…uh…um…”

Eladrum’s body began to convulse slightly. Everyone around the room looked puzzled, even a little alarmed; especially Ha’lal.

I have seen that convulsion before, Ha’lal thought, his mind racing to remember what it was, I saw it when we took in A’lsa’y years ago…He suffered from wounds inflicted by a strange weapon, and we realized it was the I-"

Ha’lal froze, realizing what was inside Eladrum. Realizing what was about to happen. Ha’lal began to make his move.

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Meanwhile, Eladrum felt the thing moving inside of him more powerfully, more hungrily. The Thing was beginning to leave his body. But, as soon as it lessened its grip on Eladrum’s neck, Eladrum began to view into the Thing’s mind. What he saw terrified him.

YOU…YOU…YOU CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO DO THIS!!! Eladrum though to the thing, suddenly fighting it trying to escape, YOU WILL DOOM ALL OF US!!!

It is already too late, dear Eladrum, the Thing thought back, easily overwhelming the Paktuu’s weak mind, Goodbye, and die knowing your universe is doomed.

The Thing wretched itself from Eladrum’s body, and began to turn on the child.

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To the onlookers, it was a terrifying sight. A giant cloud, crimson, yellow, purple, and darker than night, had come out of the Paktuu’s body. As it left, the Paktuu named Eladrum collapsed onto the floor, his eyes glazed over in death.

The cloud began to move ponderously at first, almost as though it were observing its surroundings, before diving with a blinding speed at the child and Jessica. It was only a few feet away from the two, when something stopped it.

Standing before the child and mother, his Ta'layum (a crystalline sphere about 4” wide) glowing yellow and white, stood Ha’lal. He blocked the Thing from the prophet child and his mother, a great sphere of light covering them. The Thing began to smash itself against it, pressing all of its might against the barrier. Ha’lal’s eyes began to close in concentration, his hands began to shake and his legs began to move uncontrollably.

Yalna looked on in horror. Is he mad!? Yalna thought, as she was frozen with fear, Not even a master Paktuu can deflect a creature like that single-handedly! He will surely perish!

Ha’lal knew that as well. He was obviously putting all of his effort into keeping the Thing at bay. He fell to his knees, sweat pouring down his face and back, his hands shaking violently as though the Ta’layum was caught in an earthquake. The Thing began to penetrate the barrier; long, thin tendrils reaching out towards the child trying to touch it. Ha’lal was about to black out…

Then, suddenly, Ha’lal felt a strong power aiding his. A very strong power. Ha’lal stood to his feet, his hands stopped to shake. The creature’s tentacles were cut off, and it was being forced back. Ha’lal felt the presence behind him and thought that Yalna had finally begun to help him. Ha’lal turned around, expecting to gaze into Yalna’s deep, charcoal eyes.

Instead, his eyes met those of the child, looking intently at him though the crack in his mother’s arms; yet it was not the eyes of a child that looked back, but the hardened eyes of a warrior.

It is though the child has seen battle, Ha’lal thought, Yet, that is impossible unless…unless…

Ha’lal paused, gazing up at the Thing as it twisted and turned futelessly against the barrier.

Unless…he is the A'kapaktuu.Ha’lal thought, his heart flittering as he said it, By Dals’apaktuu, I have found him!

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Just then the Thing flew back, its black cloud form shimmering in the half-light that surrounded it. It looked around the room.

If I cannot take the child, then it shall not live! the Thing thought, its “eyes” racing around the room. It gazed upon a pack of guards armed with strange weapons.

Yes… the Thing thought, Yes…that shall do.

The Thing dived towards the guards, its tendrils unleashed yet again.

OOC: Describe the guard that I will hit (if I do hit it) and its weapons. Also, for everyone else, please have a retro-active response. Comment on everything that happened so far.

EDIT: Typos...typos everywhere, so now let's get a drink.

Dayan swore mentally as the thing leaped at Kacin and his mother. He reached to his belt for his pistol, only to remember that he was unarmed. Then another of the strange aliens moved to protect the child, and there seemed to be a battle of light between the two.

Suddenly, the alien seemed to gain strength, and threw the thing back. Dayan slowly started to breath again, only to watch the thing attack one of the guards, obviously going for a weapon...

He saw a Marine on the other side of the room with a gun, but signaled for him to hold his fire. He didn't want him to fire a burst at the thing and accidently hit Jessica or her son.

"What the hell." Sean swore. Seeing Dayan going for his gun and coming up short, Sean realised he was also unarmed. Seeing the freaky thing going for a guard he ordered his personal guard to prevent the thing from getting a weapon and if he couldn't do that to guard the child.

ooc: You can describe him, consider it an award for your excellent rping :) Ing basicly did the posting for me, so until I can post my side of the story continue on.

ooc: You can describe him, consider it an award for your excellent rping :) Ing basicly did the posting for me, so until I can post my side of the story continue on.

OOC: Wow...thank you ^_^

I didn't mean to do your posting for you though...so sorry...

However, I need to know what types of weapons your guards carry. If you don't want to, don't be specific, all I need is a general idea. I don't want to RP getting Boltguns off of your guys when they have Phasers, so I'll just wait until then.