NationStates Jolt Archive

A single tear rolled down the Saurons cheek as time passed, it was not because of the Butt of the weapon, not of his general treatment, but purely for his longing... His heart was getting more and more despondant... The only question now was... "What's next"

That question was answered when the convoy came to a halt. The back door of the truck opened to reveal a desert scene, and what looked like a deserted motel, simply put, in the middle of nowhere. As the men got out, one of the paramilitaries ordered the Sauron, "Get moving!"

The video footage, and the terror leader himself, meanwhile, were rushed into the complex. There, they began dubbing the footage into video, to be then sent off to the government....


"Pyron, Pyron Studios... It was the name on the car that we were bundled into... um... ... What else... We... don't know... can't remember... Why can't we remember....... It's all our fault." He buried his face in his hands and started to sob uncontrollably...

Agent Forster nodded, and wrote down the details Kry'tch had mentioned. However, noticing his returning outburst, she then said, "I'm going to need you to control yourself, Mr. Hawdon. It will be fine, but I need you to calm down in order to keep this investigation going."

Forster then spoke again, saying, "What of any means of communication? Did you have some way of communicating with your partner on you before the seperation? Perhaps we can track him that way. Also, what was the person who kidnapped you like?"

"That should be fine but I will not require that much rest."

Ceilia grabbed her plate and rose from the table. She made her way over to the sink and placed them in water. "Do you require assistance with cleaning dishes or the table?"

Jane then said, "Nope. Not really. I think I'll get the kids to do it." She then turned to the two youngsters at the table, and said loudly, "Somebody's gotta do the dishes!"

The result was the kids began playing rounds of rock-paper-scissors against one another, until eventually Howard lost. He then sighed, and then walked up to the sink and began cleaning the dishes....

after parking the HMMWV both Lady Lack and Man dress like the troops and with face mask back up walk in with his arm around her waist along with the tiger and five wovles

"dosst naut wearing unberwear ph' dos"said the Man in Imperial as they walk toward the front desk
"no" Lady Luck said before giggling as they got to the desk

"hi"said the Lady luck to the person at the desk

The HMMWV was a sight to behold at the hotel. But the sight of all those animals was a even more fantastic. The man at the reception desk could only swallow air in awe as he said, "What can I help you with?"

That question was answered when the convoy came to a halt. The back door of the truck opened to reveal a desert scene, and what looked like a deserted motel, simply put, in the middle of nowhere. As the men got out, one of the paramilitaries ordered the Sauron, "Get moving!"

The video footage, and the terror leader himself, meanwhile, were rushed into the complex. There, they began dubbing the footage into video, to be then sent off to the government....


The Sauron snarled at the paramilitary and then got up and started on his way... He had left the only thing that could bridge the gap between them behind... but he knew that if they found it on him they would destroy it and it would be just like another part of himself that was destroyed. He was basically compliant despite grumblings


Agent Forster nodded, and wrote down the details Kry'tch had mentioned. However, noticing his returning outburst, she then said, "I'm going to need you to control yourself, Mr. Hawdon. It will be fine, but I need you to calm down in order to keep this investigation going."

Forster then spoke again, saying, "What of any means of communication? Did you have some way of communicating with your partner on you before the seperation? Perhaps we can track him that way. Also, what was the person who kidnapped you like?"

He looked up from his hands to Agent foster, the tears were obvious, he sniffled... "You're right!" he said wiping away his tears "we need to be strong" It was unclear whether he was talking purely about himself or indeed about the Sauron as well but it certainly did apply to both of them at this time.

"Our PD's..." he said as if a light bulb suddenly turned on... He, pulled out his Personal Device... "It's called a personal device...what get's sent to one gets sent to both... There is some stuff that might help but we don't know if they work here in New Dornalia.

"Ah, so your mother isn't patient and caring then?" He enquired, completely oblivious to the fact that he had both asked if the man had incestous desires and then insulted said mother.

The HMMWV was a sight to behold at the hotel. But the sight of all those animals was a even more fantastic. The man at the reception desk could only swallow air in awe as he said, "What can I help you with?"

"i would like two bottles of the fines wine sent to my room"
Lady Luck then looks at the man next to her

"an tell house keeping not to knock on the door till after 12 and my guards be in the bar all of the night"Lady Lucks added

"i would like two bottles of the fines wine sent to my room"
Lady Luck then looks at the man next to her

"an tell house keeping not to knock on the door till after 12 and my guards be in the bar all of the night"Lady Lucks added

The man at the counter nods, and then says, "Very well. Two bottles of our finest wine shall be sent up, and Housekeeping will be instructed not to disturb you until after 12. We shall also inform the Golden House's management that your guards will be there for an extended visit. Not that it matters; it is open 24 hours."

"Ah, so your mother isn't patient and caring then?" He enquired, completely oblivious to the fact that he had both asked if the man had incestous desires and then insulted said mother.

The man decided to make him aware of that fact, muttering awkwardly, "Umm....I think you should know that on Earth, at least ours, what you just said mght be construed as insulting. I mean, my mom is very paitent and caring! And frankly, to insinuate those kinds of....desires....is also kinda insulting over here as well."

The Sauron snarled at the paramilitary and then got up and started on his way... He had left the only thing that could bridge the gap between them behind... but he knew that if they found it on him they would destroy it and it would be just like another part of himself that was destroyed. He was basically compliant despite grumblings

The paramilitaries then rushed him into one of the hotel rooms. The room itself was quite nasty in feel and look, a product of having been abandoned for some time. Dust, cobwebs, peeling paint and cracks in the drywall were everywhere, and some of the paramilitaries could be found coughing. Eventually, one of the men picked up a broom, swept out a space, and then ordered the Sauron to sit down in the cleaned spot.

Meanwhile, the tape was quickly dubbed, and then dumped off at the nearest police station. When its contents were reviewed, the word quickly spread that a kidnapping had occurred.....



"Our PD's..." he said as if a light bulb suddenly turned on... He, pulled out his Personal Device... "It's called a personal device...what get's sent to one gets sent to both... There is some stuff that might help but we don't know if they work here in New Dornalia.

Agent Forster grew very interested when she heard the mention of a Personal Device. Part of her job as an ISB agent was to keep track of the latest gadgets and devices, and she had heard about the Novaen Personal Devices, which worked in a similar manner to the Dornalian PDA. Intrigued, she then said, "That might prove useful. I think your communications function might work here in New Dornalia, though I'm not sure about the other functions on it. Can I see it?"

Then, a man ran in.

"Ma'am. We have a situation. There's a tape that just got sent to the police, and its about our kidnapping."

Forster then said, "I want a copy of the tape brought to me ASAP! I need some evidence as to who these sons-of-bitches look like. Do you hear me?"

The man saluted, and ran off.

Jane then said, "Nope. Not really. I think I'll get the kids to do it." She then turned to the two youngsters at the table, and said loudly, "Somebody's gotta do the dishes!"

The result was the kids began playing rounds of rock-paper-scissors against one another, until eventually Howard lost. He then sighed, and then walked up to the sink and began cleaning the dishes....

Ceilia watched as the fate of the dishes was decided by a hand game. Once they had finished, the Abriel excused herself from the table and began investigating the family center of the house. She made sure to stay in the one room so as to not cause fear that she might be snooping. Instead she looked at family photos set out or objects that seemed important to the family.

The man at the counter nods, and then says, "Very well. Two bottles of our finest wine shall be sent up, and Housekeeping will be instructed not to disturb you until after 12. We shall also inform the Golden House's management that your guards will be there for an extended visit. Not that it matters; it is open 24 hours."

"thank you very much"said Lady Luck then leads her man away

mins later the troops came down and head to the bar

"seeing your new 34245 to guarding the Imperial Family let me fill you in the Emperor will wear her out before she wears him out he dose it to all of his mates"said one of them to another one as they sit down

Ceilia watched as the fate of the dishes was decided by a hand game. Once they had finished, the Abriel excused herself from the table and began investigating the family center of the house. She made sure to stay in the one room so as to not cause fear that she might be snooping. Instead she looked at family photos set out or objects that seemed important to the family.

Within the living room, she would have spotted the HoloNet reciever and the family computer. Both of them looked relatively well used, though the computer would no doubt have seemed "nicer" in age and quality, sitting on a desk flanked by clutter and disks and peripherals of all sorts. As for the reciever itself, well, it was large, about thirty US inches/76.2 centimeters in diameter, and it was able to project these feeds with some image quality, if the Abriel wanted to turn it on. In front of the reciever was a coffee table, cluttered with magazines, paper and digital, of all kinds, some involving video games, others involving music, and such. There was also a bookshelf in the corner, crammed full of science fiction books, old encyclopedias, books on cars, magazines, and all sorts of literature collected over the years. A lot of it was in paper format, though increasingly, digital pads could be seen on the shelf as well.

In addition, there were a few paintings on the walls as well as knickknacks of various kinds on the bookshelf, the computer desk and next to the HoloNet reciever, accumulated from what seemed to be trips to other parts of California and North America. Numerous pictures on the walls seemed to give testament to family activities, some of which looked like hunting trips and others of which looked like everything from picnics to school functions.

"thank you very much"said Lady Luck then leads her man away

mins later the troops came down and head to the bar

"seeing your new 34245 to guarding the Imperial Family let me fill you in the Emperor will wear her out before she wears him out he dose it to all of his mates"said one of them to another one as they sit down

The people noticed the troopers coming down to the Golden House bar, but said nothing as they went back to their drinks. One of the wait staff then came up to them, and said, "Would you like something to eat?" when they sat down.

The people noticed the troopers coming down to the Golden House bar, but said nothing as they went back to their drinks. One of the wait staff then came up to them, and said, "Would you like something to eat?" when they sat down.

"a big plate of steak sandwichs with tomato, beetroot ,cook onion ,barbecue sauce please" asked one taking out a small chessboard

"plase have the steak well done"asked another as he draws

"who's up for Pazaak"asked one as they pull out a deck of cards out of pocket

Ceilia kept looking at the pictures on the wall. Some of the family activities were unknown to her like hunting. She had seen a few documentaries but had never lived the experience before in her life. Hunting wild animals was not exactly a possibility in a space palace like Lakfakallae though there were squirrels and rabbits.

She decided to keep investigating until the family was done with their activities in the kitchen.

"a big plate of steak sandwichs with tomato, beetroot ,cook onion ,barbecue sauce please" asked one taking out a small chessboard

"plase have the steak well done"asked another as he draws

"who's up for Pazaak"asked one as they pull out a deck of cards out of pocket

The waiter nodded and then left, coming back sometime later with their orders.

The paramilitaries then rushed him into one of the hotel rooms. The room itself was quite nasty in feel and look, a product of having been abandoned for some time. Dust, cobwebs, peeling paint and cracks in the drywall were everywhere, and some of the paramilitaries could be found coughing. Eventually, one of the men picked up a broom, swept out a space, and then ordered the Sauron to sit down in the cleaned spot.

Meanwhile, the tape was quickly dubbed, and then dumped off at the nearest police station. When its contents were reviewed, the word quickly spread that a kidnapping had occurred.....
The dust didn't seem to mind the Sauron but there was obviously something else worrying him... He was aggitated, restless and couldn't stay still. He didn't sit down but did restrain himself to the cleaned area.


Agent Forster grew very interested when she heard the mention of a Personal Device. Part of her job as an ISB agent was to keep track of the latest gadgets and devices, and she had heard about the Novaen Personal Devices, which worked in a similar manner to the Dornalian PDA. Intrigued, she then said, "That might prove useful. I think your communications function might work here in New Dornalia, though I'm not sure about the other functions on it. Can I see it?"

Then, a man ran in.

"Ma'am. We have a situation. There's a tape that just got sent to the police, and its about our kidnapping."

Forster then said, "I want a copy of the tape brought to me ASAP! I need some evidence as to who these sons-of-bitches look like. Do you hear me?"

The man saluted, and ran off.

"Anything, if it will help get us back together...." he said sliding the PD across to the agent .... "... and I want to see that video too..."

OOC: I bet that you figured this out, I have to leave, do not be sad, as I kno you will not be, It is my fault for making a shitty character. So goodbye.

Ceilia kept looking at the pictures on the wall. Some of the family activities were unknown to her like hunting. She had seen a few documentaries but had never lived the experience before in her life. Hunting wild animals was not exactly a possibility in a space palace like Lakfakallae though there were squirrels and rabbits.

She decided to keep investigating until the family was done with their activities in the kitchen.

Cleaning up, Howard finished his duties and then went upstairs along with Lynn. Both of them would no doubt relax in their rooms, playing video games, consipring on various stories, etc. Meanwhile, Jane and Tom were about to go to the living room, to relax and read, maybe even watch the HoloNet feeds, which they would still call the TV. Once they got there, they were suprised to find Ceilia there. Jane then said, "Oh, Ceilia! Didn't know you were here."

Tom noticed her looking at the hunting pictures, and then he said, pointing to one: "Yup. That was a trip up to Central California one year. I took the kids when they were young. They loved it, and so did I; I got a nice sized buck that time."

He then turned to Ceilia and said, "So, where would you like to go next?"

OOC: I bet that you figured this out, I have to leave, do not be sad, as I kno you will not be, It is my fault for making a shitty character. So goodbye.

OOC: Just as when the bar was picking up with other people....umm....okay then. I wish you luck in your future endeavors.

OOC: Just as when the bar was picking up with other people....umm....okay then. I wish you luck in your future endeavors.

I would have my guys come but alcohol isn't their thing.

OOC: Just as when the bar was picking up with other people....umm....okay then. I wish you luck in your future endeavors.
ooc: I thought my character added little to the plot of the story.

"Anything, if it will help get us back together...." he said sliding the PD across to the agent .... "... and I want to see that video too..."

The Agent examined the PD, looking it over, opening it up, pushing a button or two to test it and then giving it back to Kry'tch. She then said, "Well, I can say this much. The communications function will work here; we can make a call and then trace where the call is recieved. As for the other functions, they have limited functionality; I am getting some signals but they are faint, with limited connectivity."

The messenger then came back with the tape. Correctly, it wasn't so much a tape, as it was a little data disk and a portable media player. Motioning him in, Forster let the messenger place the item on the table before leaving. Motioning to Kry'tch, she then said, "Let's have a look at this." Inserting the disk into the media player, the image of the Sauron being held by the terrorists showed itself, and Agent Forster moved the player over to where both could see the images as the tape played.....

The Agent examined the PD, looking it over, opening it up, pushing a button or two to test it and then giving it back to Kry'tch. She then said, "Well, I can say this much. The communications function will work here; we can make a call and then trace where the call is recieved. As for the other functions, they have limited functionality; I am getting some signals but they are faint, with limited connectivity."

The messenger then came back with the tape. Correctly, it wasn't so much a tape, as it was a little data disk and a portable media player. Motioning him in, Forster let the messenger place the item on the table before leaving. Motioning to Kry'tch, she then said, "Let's have a look at this." Inserting the disk into the media player, the image of the Sauron being held by the terrorists showed itself, and Agent Forster moved the player over to where both could see the images as the tape played.....
The tape was hard to watch but it was needed, he extended his hand towards the screen as if to reach out and touch his partner but something snapped!

"This is just wrong." His voice had taken on a different quality, a snarly gravely, deeper quality... as if he had started to take on the voice qualities of his Sauron life-partner... It was if he was trying to compensate for his absence by becoming him. He got up from the chair and started to pace around obviously disturbed.

The tape was hard to watch but it was needed, he extended his hand towards the screen as if to reach out and touch his partner but something snapped!

"This is just wrong." His voice had taken on a different quality, a snarly gravely, deeper quality... as if he had started to take on the voice qualities of his Sauron life-partner... It was if he was trying to compensate for his absence by becoming him. He got up from the chair and started to pace around obviously disturbed.

Agent Forster, meanwhile, was taking notes throughout the whole affair. She had noticed Kry'tch's transformation of sorts, but only barely acknowledged it as she began to put the puzzle pieces together. Who was this Kennison? HE seemed unusually well armed, if a bad orator. Where was he filming from?

The answer to the second question was obvious enough. He was in a warehouse and surrounded by guards. But which one? The signs in the old windows barely caught by the camera's lens suggested Hollywood, as did the use of the car marked "Pyron Studios. But there could have been a bunch of warehouses and abandoned, pre-apocalypse things in Hollywood. Hence was the problem. She froze and captured an image on the screen, and then put it on a disk; forensics might offer a clue.

Agent Forster motioned for the messenger again, and said to him, "Run the LAPD and ISB databanks for anybody named Kennison, narrow it by relation to political activity and also seditious actions. Also,"--she then handed the man the disk--"get this to forensics, see if you can't decipher where in Hollywood this might be."

The man nodded and then walked off before she said, "Oh. Bring me some GPS and signal tracking equipment as well."

The man nodded and ran off. She then said to Kry'tch, "I'm gonna make a call on this phone. I can use a GPS and some signal tracking sensors to triangulate the coordinates of where it gets recieved. Can I do that?"

The waiter nodded and then left, coming back sometime later with their orders.

they take the plate and went about what they are doing like playing chess and Pazaak or just talking

"Pazaak"said one winning a hand of the game

Agent Forster, meanwhile, was taking notes throughout the whole affair. She had noticed Kry'tch's transformation of sorts, but only barely acknowledged it as she began to put the puzzle pieces together. Who was this Kennison? HE seemed unusually well armed, if a bad orator. Where was he filming from?

The answer to the second question was obvious enough. He was in a warehouse and surrounded by guards. But which one? The signs in the old windows barely caught by the camera's lens suggested Hollywood, as did the use of the car marked "Pyron Studios. But there could have been a bunch of warehouses and abandoned, pre-apocalypse things in Hollywood. Hence was the problem. She froze and captured an image on the screen, and then put it on a disk; forensics might offer a clue.

Agent Forster motioned for the messenger again, and said to him, "Run the LAPD and ISB databanks for anybody named Kennison, narrow it by relation to political activity and also seditious actions. Also,"--she then handed the man the disk--"get this to forensics, see if you can't decipher where in Hollywood this might be."

The man nodded and then walked off before she said, "Oh. Bring me some GPS and signal tracking equipment as well."

The man nodded and ran off. She then said to Kry'tch, "I'm gonna make a call on this phone. I can use a GPS and some signal tracking sensors to triangulate the coordinates of where it gets recieved. Can I do that?"
This was a distraction for him, suddenly his demeanor seemed to return to somewhat normal, what one would expect in a situation where a dearly loved had been kidnapped, he returned his attention to Agent Forster. "We just need to flick something..." The flick was a virtual flick, the setting opened up the device for use by others. It restricted access to personal data but allowed the use of the device for communication by anyone else.

the Soldiers listen as one of them tell a story

"first Elder goes to the king My good king! My good king! The oracle has spoken then the second Elder says The Ephors has spoken! There must be no march!,then the Aid says It is the law, my lord. The army must not go to war as they walk "
the Soldier stop and takes a mouth full of his drink before going on

"then the king say back to them And nor shall we. I've said no such order. I'm here, just taking a stroll, stretching my legs...
then he pauses and looks back behind him and said Those are my 300 personal bodyguards" again he stop to take a drink before he finished the story

"again the first Elder talks after the army starts marching in the fields and talking nervously What should we do?,then Aid sighs in disbelief and says back What can we do? ,which the king said sarcastically back What can you do? " said the Soldier now finished

This was a distraction for him, suddenly his demeanor seemed to return to somewhat normal, what one would expect in a situation where a dearly loved had been kidnapped, he returned his attention to Agent Forster. "We just need to flick something..." The flick was a virtual flick, the setting opened up the device for use by others. It restricted access to personal data but allowed the use of the device for communication by anyone else.

Agent Forster nodded, and then waved her hand in an approving gesture, saying, "Go ahead and make the flick. I'll be waiting." Meanwhile, the messenger returns with the necessary equipment. Breathing in and out, he says, "*huff*....Had to drive all the way to Hawthorne to pick these things up...damn that traffic...." Forster then nods again, replying, "Traffic matters not, as long as we have the items we need. Carry on." The messenger then salutes, and runs out.

the Soldiers listen as one of them tell a story....

One of the wait staff walks up to the soldiers, and asks, "Can I get you anything else?"

OOC: Nice 300 reference.

One of the wait staff walks up to the soldiers, and asks, "Can I get you anything else?"

OOC: Nice 300 reference.

OOC thanks
IC

"plase just keep the drinks coming and another plate of steak sandwichs like we asked for before thank you"said the one who told the story

another soldier who left the room walks back in
"err all well for all"he said as he sits down in a seat

Cleaning up, Howard finished his duties and then went upstairs along with Lynn. Both of them would no doubt relax in their rooms, playing video games, consipring on various stories, etc. Meanwhile, Jane and Tom were about to go to the living room, to relax and read, maybe even watch the HoloNet feeds, which they would still call the TV. Once they got there, they were suprised to find Ceilia there. Jane then said, "Oh, Ceilia! Didn't know you were here."

Tom noticed her looking at the hunting pictures, and then he said, pointing to one: "Yup. That was a trip up to Central California one year. I took the kids when they were young. They loved it, and so did I; I got a nice sized buck that time."

He then turned to Ceilia and said, "So, where would you like to go next?"

Ceilia listened to the story as Tom recounted the details of their hunting trip. She shrugged her shoulders at his question. "I am not familiar with the area so it does not matter to me where we go next. Any destination that you enjoy would be fine with me."

Ceilia listened to the story as Tom recounted the details of their hunting trip. She shrugged her shoulders at his question. "I am not familiar with the area so it does not matter to me where we go next. Any destination that you enjoy would be fine with me."

Tom noted her statement; it was true she had some inexperience in the area, so it was pretty much up to him to pick a good spot to visit. He then replied, "Well in that case, let's visit the National Military Museum. I really don't have anything else to do, and I imagine the kids don't either. After we spend some time there, then we can probably go for dinner, probably a Korean BBQ place."

Jane then looked up, only nodding with, "Well, that seems like a splendid idea. Besides, I need to get out of the house...."

Tom then said, "I'll get the kids downstairs, and then we can get going, Ceilia." Leaving the room, he went to the upstairs, and then shouted, "Kids! We're going out soon! Get your rear in gear and let's go!"

He then went downstairs, and the two Landers kids soon followed, prepped and ready to go. Tom then went out to start the car, a simple Dornalian auto with enough room for everyone, decent "get-up-and-go" factor and basic hover capacity.....compared to his neighbor's automobiles, which seemed fancier and considerably more advanced in design, it may as well have had a little dinosaur in it. Still, Tom wasn't one for flash, and like most Old New Dornalians, was relatively conservative when it came to matters of taste.

He cocked his head at the guy. He was being illogical for it naturally followed that if someone wanted certain qualities in another, and could find those in a person, then they would be interested in that person regardless of pre-existing relationship.

"So you want someone like your mother but not your mother?"

OOC thanks
IC

"plase just keep the drinks coming and another plate of steak sandwichs like we asked for before thank you"said the one who told the story

another soldier who left the room walks back in
"err all well for all"he said as he sits down in a seat

The server nodded, and came back with more drinks and sandwiches.

He cocked his head at the guy. He was being illogical for it naturally followed that if someone wanted certain qualities in another, and could find those in a person, then they would be interested in that person regardless of pre-existing relationship.

"So you want someone like your mother but not your mother?"

The man, clearly unwilling to follow through with this conversation, looked at his watch. He then said, loudly, "Look at the time! It's been nice talking, but I have to run. See ya!" He then ran off....

The server nodded, and came back with more drinks and sandwiches.

they take the food and drink as they talked, play games and take it shifts in sleeping till the next day

He then went downstairs, and the two Landers kids soon followed, prepped and ready to go. Tom then went out to start the car, a simple Dornalian auto with enough room for everyone, decent "get-up-and-go" factor and basic hover capacity.....compared to his neighbor's automobiles, which seemed fancier and considerably more advanced in design, it may as well have had a little dinosaur in it. Still, Tom wasn't one for flash, and like most Old New Dornalians, was relatively conservative when it came to matters of taste.

Ceilia seemed to agree with the destination. As a military officer, it would be a good experience to see what the Dornalians valued in their military as well as seeing some of its history. It would be interesting to see what part of the Abh and Dornalian military history overlapped and where they differed.

Being a princess, Ceilia was accustomed to far more extravagent transportation albeit space shuttles. Still, if the vehicle did not meet her approval there was no sign of it on her face. She simply climbed inside with the rest of the family. Her only problem was that a cramped feeling in a car or busy area was more intensified by her frosh as it picked up the location of every single person around her without having to move her eyes. But, it was still comfortable enough and practical. Practicality was all that mattered to an Abh. At least most Abhs.

Agent Forster nodded, and then waved her hand in an approving gesture, saying, "Go ahead and make the flick. I'll be waiting." Meanwhile, the messenger returns with the necessary equipment. Breathing in and out, he says, "*huff*....Had to drive all the way to Hawthorne to pick these things up...damn that traffic...." Forster then nods again, replying, "Traffic matters not, as long as we have the items we need. Carry on." The messenger then salutes, and runs out.

"Oh, wait if we call it now it will ring...." the Sauron said... he once again delved into the PD, un-flicking the setting and validating his identity to it before changing a setting... "This should make the ring silent." he said before re-flicking it and handing it over to the Agent for her to do her stuff.

He breathed deeply in and hoped, that was all that he could do....

Being a princess, Ceilia was accustomed to far more extravagent transportation albeit space shuttles. Still, if the vehicle did not meet her approval there was no sign of it on her face. She simply climbed inside with the rest of the family. Her only problem was that a cramped feeling in a car or busy area was more intensified by her frosh as it picked up the location of every single person around her without having to move her eyes. But, it was still comfortable enough and practical. Practicality was all that mattered to an Abh. At least most Abhs.

When he checked everybody was onboard and that the house was locked, Tom then drove out of the house with the family and Ceilia to the Military Museum. Traffic was heavy, as usual for Los Angeles, but he was able to make it into the lot of the Military Museum, parking in a spot close enough to the entrance.

The Museum itself presented a modern looking facade, with a quonset-hut looking structure, and a boxy looking building attached to it all covered in the sheen of glass and Leninite steel. Complete with an idealized soldier standing out front enshrined in bronze, it seemed like a majestic looking place.

Inside, there was a great opening hall, with the gift shop, commissary, and what looked like scale models of aircraft hanging from the ceiling, including an old F-14 painted with what Ceilia would have recognized as Dornalian Naval Aviation Arm colors, marked "People's Air Force." There was a little plaque marking the aircraft types, which indicated the F-14 as well as the other types displayed from the rafters, ranging from Komsomol transforming fighter-bombers to the experimental TIE Defenders first copied by New Dornalia, which kick-started the beginnings of the modern Naval Aviation Arm--though those were minimized in their display...

Up ahead of the part was the ticket line to enter the exhibits themselves. Tom wasn't concerned about the expenses of the tickets; the admission was usually very inexpensive and besides, he was a member of the Museum, so he had a discount.

"Oh, wait if we call it now it will ring...." the Sauron said... he once again delved into the PD, un-flicking the setting and validating his identity to it before changing a setting... "This should make the ring silent." he said before re-flicking it and handing it over to the Agent for her to do her stuff.

He breathed deeply in and hoped, that was all that he could do....

The agent then plugged in the devices, and then made the call. As she did so, Kry'tch would have noticed her tattoos shimmer as she looked at the instruments and the phone, occasionally fiddling with both as far as she could go without damaging or hacking into them. He also would have also noticed her seemingly waving her hands over the equipment, mumbling in tongues.

After several minutes, Forster then said, "I got a lock. The signal was transmitted to these coordinates in the San Bernardino Valley. If we move quickly, we can cut them off at the pass."

Writing down the GPS coordinates, Forster then handed them to the messenger, saying, "Get San Bernardino County Sheriff's Office, tell them that they have been deputized by the Internal Security Bureau and that they should stand by to send in men at these coordinates. Also, contact HQ and tell them to send in a TAAT Team and a Gagarin shuttle or two on my mark, and have them get a Gagarin shuttle for me as well so I can coordinate things; we have hostages to rescue."

Turning to Kry'tch, she then said, "We're going to get your man back, no worries."

"Have a nice day, and where shall I see you?" He enquired but didn't get an answer as the man had already departed. "Strange one that one." He commented to his companion before standing and walking over to a group of youngish women and taking a seat beside them while his companion followed before re-resting itself on the sand.

The agent then plugged in the devices, and then made the call. As she did so, Kry'tch would have noticed her tattoos shimmer as she looked at the instruments and the phone, occasionally fiddling with both as far as she could go without damaging or hacking into them. He also would have also noticed her seemingly waving her hands over the equipment, mumbling in tongues.

After several minutes, Forster then said, "I got a lock. The signal was transmitted to these coordinates in the San Bernardino Valley. If we move quickly, we can cut them off at the pass."

Writing down the GPS coordinates, Forster then handed them to the messenger, saying, "Get San Bernardino County Sheriff's Office, tell them that they have been deputized by the Internal Security Bureau and that they should stand by to send in men at these coordinates. Also, contact HQ and tell them to send in a TAAT Team and a Gagarin shuttle or two on my mark, and have them get a Gagarin shuttle for me as well so I can coordinate things; we have hostages to rescue."

Turning to Kry'tch, she then said, "We're going to get your man back, no worries."

For the first time, Kry'tch Hawdon, well the human-half, started to smile... "We're there... we know we are." he was calm, it seemed in his that he believed it and in his other mannerisms, but whether he really did, or that he wanted to so much that he didn't even think it was possible for him not be there was unknown...

"So how are we going to get there." This 'we' was slightly different, this we was including Agent Forster, up till now almost every "we" as in regards to the human and his Sauron life partner, where other societies would have said I. but this was one of the times when we spread beyond the life partnership.

And obviously he was expecting to come for the ride.

"So how are we going to get there." This 'we' was slightly different, this we was including Agent Forster, up till now almost every "we" as in regards to the human and his Sauron life partner, where other societies would have said I. but this was one of the times when we spread beyond the life partnership.

And obviously he was expecting to come for the ride.

Agent Forster simply replied, "I have arranged for a shuttle to come and pick me up; I intend to get close to the situation so I may coordinate things better. You are welcome to come along if you wish, Mr. Hawdon."

"Have a nice day, and where shall I see you?" He enquired but didn't get an answer as the man had already departed. "Strange one that one." He commented to his companion before standing and walking over to a group of youngish women and taking a seat beside them while his companion followed before re-resting itself on the sand.

The women looked at the aliens, and then turned back amongst themselves. One or two looked a little wary of their new neighbors; they had seen the interaction with the man and how well that went. Still, for the most part, the group noticed them only a little.

Agent Forster simply replied, "I have arranged for a shuttle to come and pick me up; I intend to get close to the situation so I may coordinate things better. You are welcome to come along if you wish, Mr. Hawdon."

As Agent forster moved around it seemed she had a shadow, she would find that her movements would be duplicated by Kry'tch Hawdon, and he would be there until the shuttle came to pick her up, he would be on it too.

As Agent forster moved around it seemed she had a shadow, she would find that her movements would be duplicated by Kry'tch Hawdon, and he would be there until the shuttle came to pick her up, he would be on it too.

Agent Forster noted his shadowing, but said nothing as the sound of a Gagarin II shuttle--a whirring, almost electrifying sound, quieter than previous models but still audible--thundered through the station. Forster said merely, "It's time," before ushering herself and Kry'tch out to the shuttle. Getting onboard, Kry'tch would see accoutrements that were spartan, but enough to fulfill its task of carrying a squad of infantry and enough equipment to support it to and fro. Forster certainly found it as such. Motioning to the pilot, she then had him take off, heading to a spot outside the the GPS coordinates where the terrorists were last tracked.

the man got up at 6:00am leaving Lady Luck naked and sleeping like a baby in her bed and goes have a shower ,change back into his gear then sit in a chair that was in her room and watch the sun come up by the window and then does some work on his PDA

hour later Lady Luck svery Happy but exhausted awakes rolls over and looks at him working away on his PDA

"Wolf thanks for that last night"she said softly to him
"it was nothing at all my dear Mate now roll over and go back to sleep i'll be in bar if you need me "said Wolf


some mins later Wolf walk into the bar and sits with the troops

"how is the Lady this moring sir"said one
"i made her very happy and exhausted which she said thank me for and then i told her to rol and go back to sleep,so she be up around lunch time"said Wolf

"ok sir noted"said another

He didn't pay much attention to their ignoring as he rolled onto his belly again thought while he was in that prone position one of his tails brushed gently against the back of one of the ladies, with a feeling akin to a feather being gently trailled along the neck.

Agent Forster noted his shadowing, but said nothing as the sound of a Gagarin II shuttle--a whirring, almost electrifying sound, quieter than previous models but still audible--thundered through the station. Forster said merely, "It's time," before ushering herself and Kry'tch out to the shuttle. Getting onboard, Kry'tch would see accoutrements that were spartan, but enough to fulfill its task of carrying a squad of infantry and enough equipment to support it to and fro. Forster certainly found it as such. Motioning to the pilot, she then had him take off, heading to a spot outside the the GPS coordinates where the terrorists were last tracked.

He was jittery he couldn't keep still the dual emotions of anticipation and dread that something had gone wrong had made time go extremely slowly. The trip seemed to take 5 to 10 times longer than it really did

Ceilia took in the model aircraft suspended from the ceiling. Perhaps an unknown fact to some, but the Abh had only come into existance at the dawn of mankind's space exploration stage. All aircraft that they were typically use to seeing where all space related or accompanied with the ability to travel within atmospheres. Still, history lessons were extensive complete with documentaries.

The TIE defenders were strangely interesting as well. They were not an uncommon sight at times in Star Forces.

"I did not know the Dornalians also used that particular fighter craft. I don't recollect every seeing them in battle. At least among the Dornalian arsenal."

He didn't pay much attention to their ignoring as he rolled onto his belly again thought while he was in that prone position one of his tails brushed gently against the back of one of the ladies, with a feeling akin to a feather being gently trailled along the neck.

The one he accidentally touched got her attention piqued. Turning to see what the heck that feathery sensation was, she saw it was one of the tails of the aliens next to the group brushing against her. She then got up and simply grumbled, saying, "Watch the tail." before moving to another spot.

He was jittery he couldn't keep still the dual emotions of anticipation and dread that something had gone wrong had made time go extremely slowly. The trip seemed to take 5 to 10 times longer than it really did

When the shuttle landed outside of the coordinates, Agent Forster got out to see the dusty ruins of the hotel in the distance. She then picked up her communications device, and then pushed a button on it, saying, "Move in and seal off the area. Don't make a show of it. Also, get me a transport. I want to move in closer."

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At that moment, the TAAT team and the Sheriff's men moved to secure the perimeter around the old hotel, to prevent any chance of an escape. The sentries from the paramilitaries noticed some movement, but did nothing much as of yet. Instead, they merely informed Kennison of the events, and he merely said, "If its the pigs, then we'll simply display the hostage. No problemo. They can't kill us if we still have the hostage."

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Several minutes later, a car rolled up to the position where the Agent and Kry'tch were, and the Agent got on, motioning to Kry'tch to get inside as well. Then, they drove off, to spring the plan...

"I did not know the Dornalians also used that particular fighter craft. I don't recollect every seeing them in battle. At least among the Dornalian arsenal."

Eventually, Tom swipes the group through the ticket line, and as this occurs, Lynn interjects with, "We don't use them for everyday use. Those were experimental models acquired for testing purposes in the first days sometime after First Contact was made. They were used to test out what a space fighter should be like. Word is we eventually backengineered our own TIEs out of those bad boys up there, and that's how the first set of starfighters of the People's Navy Aviation Arm got started."

Tom nods, and then says, "Don't know what I'd do without you, Lynn."

As they walk into the museum itself, the opening exhibit appears. It is about the Apocalypse and the Early Dornalian kingdoms, and it features memorabilia from that era, such as photographs from the era, M16 rifles, uniforms, comic books and what appears to be a "technical" used by the early Dornalians in the Battle for Los Angeles.

OOC: Apologies for the crappy post....

Wolf leans back in the chair he was in at the bar and place some earplugs from his MP3 palyer it to his ears as he waited from Lady Luck to send word to his phone that she was awake again

"mm yes Sick Of Life by Godsmack would do me nicely"he said to himself as he picks it

"Interesting," was all that Ceilia replied with when she listened to Lynn's account of the Dornalian evolution of the space fighter.

The Apocalypse exhibit was a fairly unique one showing the chaos of the time and what early instruments of war were utilized on the battlefield. Personally, fighting a ground battle was apalling but the Abriel could see why landers would fight so fiercely for their homes. Space was home to an Abh and they would fight no less, perhaps more, viciously than any other terran.

When the shuttle landed outside of the coordinates, Agent Forster got out to see the dusty ruins of the hotel in the distance. She then picked up her communications device, and then pushed a button on it, saying, "Move in and seal off the area. Don't make a show of it. Also, get me a transport. I want to move in closer."

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At that moment, the TAAT team and the Sheriff's men moved to secure the perimeter around the old hotel, to prevent any chance of an escape. The sentries from the paramilitaries noticed some movement, but did nothing much as of yet. Instead, they merely informed Kennison of the events, and he merely said, "If its the pigs, then we'll simply display the hostage. No problemo. They can't kill us if we still have the hostage."

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Several minutes later, a car rolled up to the position where the Agent and Kry'tch were, and the Agent got on, motioning to Kry'tch to get inside as well. Then, they drove off, to spring the plan...

Kry'tch steeled himself for what he might find they had done to his life partner, all this time he felt that he was only half-perhaps even a quarter of a full person, it was like he was missing what was making him him. He could almost feel that they heading towards his life partner,

He was almost totally oblivious to what was going around him as they rode in the car.

He didn't pay any attention to the woman's complaint thought a few minutes later he did stand and shake himself, which had the unpleasent side-effect of sending a small cloud of sand into the air around him. He then continued to wander down the beach, his companion bobbing behind.

OOC: Posts to come....school's really starting to hurt.

OOC: Posts to come....school's really starting to hurt.

OOC under standing

"Interesting," was all that Ceilia replied with when she listened to Lynn's account of the Dornalian evolution of the space fighter.

This exhibit was followed by the Dornalian Revolution exhibit. Here, pictures of the Founders were on display, as were their personal articles and weapons. The trademark weapons of guerilla warfare were also on display as well--RPGs, improvised weapons, AK-47s, and even crude battleflags were on display. Items from the Opposition were also on display, such as royal uniforms, rifles, and their vehicles. It portrayed the struggle of a well armed, organized royal force versus a ragtag popular army that ultimately won out in the end against corruption and decadence.

However, the exhibit went on to spell out the consequences. It depicted the civil war that resulted afterwards, showing a pair of battle flags belonging to the Maoist and the Leninist factions, and it also began depicting the conquest of much of Dornalian soil by Catgirls, Elves, and human brigand forces after the Revolution. It also showed the heroic struggle of General Shimura, of the victorious Leninist faction, to keep everything together as the outsiders poured in. The General's personal effects, including a lavish uniform with a cape, a saber and a luger, were on display, as were battleplans and correspondence of his. These were behind a forcefield, for they were some of Dornalia's great relics.

Kry'tch steeled himself for what he might find they had done to his life partner, all this time he felt that he was only half-perhaps even a quarter of a full person, it was like he was missing what was making him him. He could almost feel that they heading towards his life partner,

He was almost totally oblivious to what was going around him as they rode in the car.

The car arrived at the Permeter surrounding the hotel. Kry'tch would have noticed the preponderance of armed men from the Sheriff's Department, as he also would have noticed the TAAT team prepping to move in. Agent Forster got out, letting Kry'tch out, and then moved to talk to the commander of the Sheriff's Department forces and the TAAT Team, saying, "Gentlemen, what's the plan?"

The head commander of the Sheriff's Department said, "So far, we've got the place surrounded. They can't get out."

Agent Forster then said, "Good. Close up, hand me a megaphone."

A megaphone being produced and the police moving in closer before stopping some distance from the abandoned motel, she then motioned for Kry'tch to come closer and help spot his life partner. She then said, "Attention Brigands! This is the Internal Security Bureau! Come out peacefully with the prisoner, or else you will be killed!"

A group of armed men came out, saying, "FUCK YOU!" and firing some potshots at the police. Forster told them to hold their fire. They didn't need to kill the prisoner now.

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As this occurred, the Sauron would have noticed that the room he was in was emptied of men, save for two that had stayed to guard him, that had run outside to taunt the police. He also would have noticed a clear path of escape, since they left the door open wide enough for him to notice the Agent and a certain person with him......

He didn't pay any attention to the woman's complaint thought a few minutes later he did stand and shake himself, which had the unpleasent side-effect of sending a small cloud of sand into the air around him. He then continued to wander down the beach, his companion bobbing behind.

The cloud's effects aside (it caused some coughing and a general scramble to clean up), it was mostly harmless. The alien was noticed by the people once more, but only briefly. This was a public beach after all.

Lady Luck awakens and head for the shower as she stands there under the warm water she starts to sing with her beautiful voicethe mystic's dream which would be heard softly through out the hotel



"whats missing is the beautiful voices of the others joining her"said Wolf as he works on a watch he was making
"woof woof"
"indeed when they sing it is something" Wolf said back

...SNIP...


The exhibits were becoming more impressive as Ceilia walked around. She even took time to walk around to the battle plans which drew her attention first, being a military officer. Ceilia studied the weapons on display as well as the different uniforms noting their similarities and differences in style and function.

The invasions of foreigners was a unique style to her though. "What are these catgirls? The cab driver said that he knew someone that married a catgirl and had a...litter."

He then began to proceed inland again, back into the city thought he didn't seem to have any plans in mind. Once into the more populated areas he began staggering as if drunk or perhaps stoned, on more than one occasion bumping into a person or group before proceeding without word or gesture, unless they spoke first.

The car arrived at the Permeter surrounding the hotel. Kry'tch would have noticed the preponderance of armed men from the Sheriff's Department, as he also would have noticed the TAAT team prepping to move in. Agent Forster got out, letting Kry'tch out, and then moved to talk to the commander of the Sheriff's Department forces and the TAAT Team, saying, "Gentlemen, what's the plan?"

The head commander of the Sheriff's Department said, "So far, we've got the place surrounded. They can't get out."

Agent Forster then said, "Good. Close up, hand me a megaphone."

A megaphone being produced and the police moving in closer before stopping some distance from the abandoned motel, she then motioned for Kry'tch to come closer and help spot his life partner. She then said, "Attention Brigands! This is the Internal Security Bureau! Come out peacefully with the prisoner, or else you will be killed!"

A group of armed men came out, saying, "FUCK YOU!" and firing some potshots at the police. Forster told them to hold their fire. They didn't need to kill the prisoner now.

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As this occurred, the Sauron would have noticed that the room he was in was emptied of men, save for two that had stayed to guard him, that had run outside to taunt the police. He also would have noticed a clear path of escape, since they left the door open wide enough for him to notice the Agent and a certain person with him......

The Sauron's dejected eyes looked up as he heard the commotion... seeing Agent Forster and his life partner, the spark of life returned.

He just ran and charged at one of the guards, twisting around to use the 1st guard as a shield against the second while using his prehensile tail to trip the second guard over. Throwing the first down to the ground. He legged it through the open door to his waiting partner and... the Agent whoeever she was beside him.

The Sauron's dejected eyes looked up as he heard the commotion... seeing Agent Forster and his life partner, the spark of life returned.

He just ran and charged at one of the guards, twisting around to use the 1st guard as a shield against the second while using his prehensile tail to trip the second guard over. Throwing the first down to the ground. He legged it through the open door to his waiting partner and... the Agent whoeever she was beside him.

The guards disoriented, they couldn't help but notice the escape. They shouted to their comrades to exhort them to stop the prisoner....

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Meanwhile, Agent Forster looked down and saw the scene. Recognizing the Sauron from the tape, she called to the assembled law enforcement, "Don't shoot him! He's our hostage! Give him cover fire instead!"

In reply, a roar of carefully timed sniper shots and gunfire attacked the armed men that had dared challenge the blockade beforehand, as well as any men that dared rush out to give aid. The shots, if not killing or wounding them, at least made them fall back long enough for the Sauron to reach safety (OOC: This is assuming your post had him reach safety already, which is what it seems like.). When he did this, Agent Forster greeted him with, "Good day. I'm Agent Forster, Internal Security Bureau." She then said, motioning to the human Kry'tch, "And this must be your companion."

He then began to proceed inland again, back into the city thought he didn't seem to have any plans in mind. Once into the more populated areas he began staggering as if drunk or perhaps stoned, on more than one occasion bumping into a person or group before proceeding without word or gesture, unless they spoke first.

The bobbing about was eventually noticed by an LAPD officer, who walked up to the alien and said, "Are you alright, sir?"

The invasions of foreigners was a unique style to her though. "What are these catgirls? The cab driver said that he knew someone that married a catgirl and had a...litter."

Lynn, ever ready with a reply, came up with one.

"You mean the gentegata? They're a minority race in New Dornalia--one of our biggest, characterized by a look that's generally human, but with shortish figures, cat ears and a prehensile tail. They're from a matriarchical society organized into tribal and family units trademarked by considerable aggression, as well as conservative behavior that emphasizes dignity, grace, and cuteness. They don't like electronic currency, for example. Unlike most neko-types, they're generally not too fickle. Learned all that from one of my friends who is a gentegata. Wonderful people, just don't cross them."

She then raised her eyebrow at the driver's mixed marriage, and said, "As for the mixed marraige, that's becoming more common now than it was in the past. Dad can recall when things were different, though."

Ceilia shows the first bit of emotion sense she arrives, that of confusion and borderline disgust. "Your species are genetically compatible?"

The guards disoriented, they couldn't help but notice the escape. They shouted to their comrades to exhort them to stop the prisoner....

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Meanwhile, Agent Forster looked down and saw the scene. Recognizing the Sauron from the tape, she called to the assembled law enforcement, "Don't shoot him! He's our hostage! Give him cover fire instead!"

In reply, a roar of carefully timed sniper shots and gunfire attacked the armed men that had dared challenge the blockade beforehand, as well as any men that dared rush out to give aid. The shots, if not killing or wounding them, at least made them fall back long enough for the Sauron to reach safety (OOC: This is assuming your post had him reach safety already, which is what it seems like.). When he did this, Agent Forster greeted him with, "Good day. I'm Agent Forster, Internal Security Bureau." She then said, motioning to the human Kry'tch, "And this must be your companion."

The Human Kry'tch leaped at his life partner as they got got close enoughand almost hang around his neck, the two of them revelled in each other's company, Agent Forster was totally ignored for now by the two of them, after the bit of revellry the looked deeply into each others eyes as if communicating empathically with each other. They soon both giggled, "This is Agent Forster, She helped us find ourselves."

The Sauron nodded his head, "thank you for your help we greatly appreciated, we didn't how we'd cope if he had died."

Things seemed back to normal, as far as anyone in New Dornalia could tell anyway.

Ceilia shows the first bit of emotion sense she arrives, that of confusion and borderline disgust. "Your species are genetically compatible?"

Lynn noticed the expression on Ceilia's face, and reacted with an expression of embarassment. She only said, sweat starting to form, "You asked that like it's a bad thing? Genetically speaking, we are related enough to them, though they have plenty of genetic markers that set them apart, mainly in the genes that make up the tail and ears. Why?"

The Human Kry'tch leaped at his life partner as they got got close enoughand almost hang around his neck, the two of them revelled in each other's company, Agent Forster was totally ignored for now by the two of them, after the bit of revellry the looked deeply into each others eyes as if communicating empathically with each other. They soon both giggled, "This is Agent Forster, She helped us find ourselves."

The Sauron nodded his head, "thank you for your help we greatly appreciated, we didn't how we'd cope if he had died."

Things seemed back to normal, as far as anyone in New Dornalia could tell anyway.

Agent Forster said simply, "Don't mention it. Now, where can I deposit you two after I get him examined?" pointing to the Sauron. "We'd like to debrief him on his ordeal and perhaps check him out medically, to ensure no harm was done to him."

"Our Hotel" they said, "We think we've had a big enough day."

"Right, so where do we go for the debrief?" they asked it was obvious that the Human was expecting to come along too.

"Fine I am not sick." He replied where the grammatical lack left the message uncertain. Had he paused between 'am' and 'not' it would have meant one thing or if he'd paused between 'not' and 'sick' it meant another but without a gap the officer would have to guess as to the proper meaning.

"Our Hotel" they said, "We think we've had a big enough day."

"Right, so where do we go for the debrief?" they asked it was obvious that the Human was expecting to come along too.

Agent Forster says, "To ISB Headquartersfor your debriefing and checkout. Please, follow me."

Leading them back to the car, she had the driver take them both back to the waiting shuttle, which in turn spirited the group back into the city towards the ISB Headquarters, which in and itself was a tall, glassine and imposing structure.

Flying over the city of Los Angeles along the way, both sides of Kry'tch would have noticed an impressive urban spectacle with plenty of skyscrapers, rolling tracts of suburbia and highways and skyways alike--though it was regrettably accompanied with a layer of smog, which wasn't too heavy today but could get worse.

"Fine I am not sick." He replied where the grammatical lack left the message uncertain. Had he paused between 'am' and 'not' it would have meant one thing or if he'd paused between 'not' and 'sick' it meant another but without a gap the officer would have to guess as to the proper meaning.

The officer then looked him over once more. It was hard to tell with aliens; they had different physiological specs and things of that sort. Neither neat nor easy to take care of, especially for a beat cop who had little experience with xenobiology. He then simply said, "You sure?"

"Am sure." He replied before hauling back and letting loose a class 5 sneeze that sprayed the officer with a shower of unpleasently coloured goo.

Agent Forster says, "To ISB Headquartersfor your debriefing and checkout. Please, follow me."

Leading them back to the car, she had the driver take them both back to the waiting shuttle, which in turn spirited the group back into the city towards the ISB Headquarters, which in and itself was a tall, glassine and imposing structure.

Flying over the city of Los skyways alike--though it was regrettably accompanied with a layer of smog,Angeles along the way, both sides of Kry'tch would have noticed an impressive urban spectacle with plenty of skyscrapers, rolling tracts of suburbia and highways and which wasn't too heavy today but could get worse.

The Novaens seemed to be totally unaware of anything apart from each other and their immediate surroundings. The two of them were practically as close to each other as they could get, the human had his arm stretched over the Sauron as his head rested on the Sauron, The Sauron's head leaned against his life partner, the Sauron's claw rested on the human. They didn't speak just absorbed each others presence as the deep personal relationship required no words, nor actions... just each others company.

"Am sure." He replied before hauling back and letting loose a class 5 sneeze that sprayed the officer with a shower of unpleasently coloured goo.

Pulling out a handkerchief, the policeman began to futilely wipe himself off. However, his attempt was unsuccessful, as his handkerchief was soon gummed up with the muck. Sighing, he could only muster some mutterings as he stopped. With an incredulous stare, he simply said, "Excuse you."

The Novaens seemed to be totally unaware of anything apart from each other and their immediate surroundings. The two of them were practically as close to each other as they could get, the human had his arm stretched over the Sauron as his head rested on the Sauron, The Sauron's head leaned against his life partner, the Sauron's claw rested on the human. They didn't speak just absorbed each others presence as the deep personal relationship required no words, nor actions... just each others company.

The shuttle landed on the grounds of ISB Headquarters, and Forster temporarily interrupted their reunion by saying, "Let's go, boys."

She then flashed her ID, and explained the situation to the guards outside that came to meet her. Simply introducing them as "rescued persons coming in for debriefing and checkup," she was able to obtain entrance and lead the two through the corridors of ISB HQ. The corridors, if they cared to notice, would have looked spartan, shiny, simple and utilitarian, with rows of offices catering to all sorts of intelligence functions and the occasional breakroom.

She then eventually led them into a medical area, clean and staffed full of doctors and beds. One of them walked up to Agent Forster, and she explained she needed to have the Sauron checked out for medical injuries. The doctor then nodded, and said to the Sauron, "Please follow me. I'm going to run a few tests on you, to ensure you are healthy."

The shuttle landed on the grounds of ISB Headquarters, and Forster temporarily interrupted their reunion by saying, "Let's go, boys."

She then flashed her ID, and explained the situation to the guards outside that came to meet her. Simply introducing them as "rescued persons coming in for debriefing and checkup," she was able to obtain entrance and lead the two through the corridors of ISB HQ. The corridors, if they cared to notice, would have looked spartan, shiny, simple and utilitarian, with rows of offices catering to all sorts of intelligence functions and the occasional breakroom.

She then eventually led them into a medical area, clean and staffed full of doctors and beds. One of them walked up to Agent Forster, and she explained she needed to have the Sauron checked out for medical injuries. The doctor then nodded, and said to the Sauron, "Please follow me. I'm going to run a few tests on you, to ensure you are healthy."

The two of them took some note of the almost clinical layout of the ISB building but they were still mostly interested in each other. The Sauron nodded at the doctor and the 2 of them started to follow him towards his examination room.

"You're welcome." Came the reply as he was unaware of the social problem that coating the policeman in snot caused. He then wandered past the officer with the same staggering gait as the crystalline followed him.

Lynn noticed the expression on Ceilia's face, and reacted with an expression of embarassment. She only said, sweat starting to form, "You asked that like it's a bad thing? Genetically speaking, we are related enough to them, though they have plenty of genetic markers that set them apart, mainly in the genes that make up the tail and ears. Why?"

The emotion on her face quickly evaporates. "No reason in particular. I just thought the Abh were the only ones that tampered with genes and our genetic make-up. Only, you allow the genetic differences to evolve naturally instead of within a lab and yarnyu. An interesting feature. Typically, most Abh parents prefer to keep different species out of the genetic pool. Most interesting."

The two of them took some note of the almost clinical layout of the ISB building but they were still mostly interested in each other. The Sauron nodded at the doctor and the 2 of them started to follow him towards his examination room.

The Doctor motioned the Sauron to a bed, and had him sit on it. Then, he proceeded to use a wand attached to a handheld PDA to scan the Sauron for any injuries, such as bruises or scrapes, as well as any fractures, chemical exposure, whatnot. After all, he was held hostage by a manaical terror group. Who knew what he may have been exposed to? After a while, he said simply, "Well, aside from some minor injuries and possible emotional trauma, I would say you are fine for now. You may go."

The emotion on her face quickly evaporates. "No reason in particular. I just thought the Abh were the only ones that tampered with genes and our genetic make-up. Only, you allow the genetic differences to evolve naturally instead of within a lab and yarnyu. An interesting feature. Typically, most Abh parents prefer to keep different species out of the genetic pool. Most interesting."

Lynn was curious now. The learned member of the family Landers, she had always been inquisitive about other cultures and their ways. So, with tht in mind, and with an inquistive tone, she replied, "Same here. I had heard much about the Abh, but I never knew they were that keen on practicing genetic modification. The technology is not unknown to us, to be sure, but we mainly use it for limited applications."

Tom and the others, meanwhile, are admiring the exhibit, but can't help but notice the conversation between their new guest and their daughter. Tom smiled. This new guest of theirs was proving to be an interesting lady indeed....now if only they could go on to the rest of the exhibits. There was Jacinta the Bold collection to see.

"You're welcome." Came the reply as he was unaware of the social problem that coating the policeman in snot caused. He then wandered past the officer with the same staggering gait as the crystalline followed him.

A social problem indeed, and a potential health hazard. The policeman was sure that snot didn't have any alien bugs on it.....but then again, he couldn't be too sure. He got into his car, and radioing in a status report about the aliens, drove to the hospital to get that snot checked out. All the while, he mentally noted those two, in case they met again. As for words, he only said to them as he left the scene, "You two better go to the doctor. You don't look so good..."

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Back on the streets, the gait of the aliens would have looked odd to a lot of people, and stares would have begun to appear. Mainly, like the policeman's before the sneeze, these were looks of concern. However, for the aliens' sake, there would not have been many stares--at least not for now, since they were beginning to enter the area around Hawthorne, where some anonymity among the masses was prevalent. A bus stop was coming up just ahead, as a matter of fact....one that could take them deeper into the city of Los Angeles, if they so wished.

Lady Luck awakens and head for the shower as she stands there under the warm water she starts to sing with her beautiful voicethe mystic's dream which would be heard softly through out the hotel

The sounds of the singing got the attention of the staff, who looked up from their day jobs wondering what was going on. Some tried to hum along--it was catchy--but otherwise, many of the staff simply noticed it, and went back to work, glad to have a little pleasant, if unearthly, muzak to lighten their day.

Lynn was curious now. The learned member of the family Landers, she had always been inquisitive about other cultures and their ways. So, with tht in mind, and with an inquistive tone, she replied, "Same here. I had heard much about the Abh, but I never knew they were that keen on practicing genetic modification. The technology is not unknown to us, to be sure, but we mainly use it for limited applications."

Tom and the others, meanwhile, are admiring the exhibit, but can't help but notice the conversation between their new guest and their daughter. Tom smiled. This new guest of theirs was proving to be an interesting lady indeed....now if only they could go on to the rest of the exhibits. There was Jacinta the Bold collection to see.

"Indeed. Almost all Abh are genetically engineered. It is for this reason that we all have natural blue hair and why all Abh have a frosh. The rest is art where parents are free to choose whatever traits they want in their offspring."

Ceilia looked around seeing that their group had gotten further ahead. "Maybe we should move on. I think everyone is waiting for us."

The Doctor motioned the Sauron to a bed, and had him sit on it. Then, he proceeded to use a wand attached to a handheld PDA to scan the Sauron for any injuries, such as bruises or scrapes, as well as any fractures, chemical exposure, whatnot. After all, he was held hostage by a manaical terror group. Who knew what he may have been exposed to? After a while, he said simply, "Well, aside from some minor injuries and possible emotional trauma, I would say you are fine for now. You may go."

The Sauron Kry'tch got up from the table and the two of them looked at each other for a moment.

"We've got alot to deal with"", thank you Doctor for dealing""with our physical health.""It's time for us to deal""with our emotional""health now."

It was something that both of them knew wouldn't be dealt with right away but they were certainly dedicated to dealing with the pain that no amount of medication could dull, the pain of seperation. They left the Doctor and went back to Agent Forster, "We want to go back to the Hotel."

Lady Luck just put a towel around her when she feel arms warp around her

"what was missing was the others joining in with you"said Wolf to her
"i know but we all still have beautiful voices when we sing by ourselfs"she say back to him as he kissed her cheek

"that you do" Wolf said as he lets goes of her so she could change

The Sauron Kry'tch got up from the table and the two of them looked at each other for a moment.

"We've got alot to deal with"", thank you Doctor for dealing""with our physical health.""It's time for us to deal""with our emotional""health now."

It was something that both of them knew wouldn't be dealt with right away but they were certainly dedicated to dealing with the pain that no amount of medication could dull, the pain of seperation. They left the Doctor and went back to Agent Forster, "We want to go back to the Hotel."

Looking at the two of them, she nodded and said, "I understand your need to recover. To that end, I'm going to bring you back to your hotel and let you rest and relax for a few days while I begin my report. When I need you, I will call."

She then added, "In the meantime, if you don't mind, we will have a minder from ISB follow you as you go about your stay here. After all, I'd rather not have potential witnesses recaptured again."

"Indeed. Almost all Abh are genetically engineered. It is for this reason that we all have natural blue hair and why all Abh have a frosh. The rest is art where parents are free to choose whatever traits they want in their offspring."

Ceilia looked around seeing that their group had gotten further ahead. "Maybe we should move on. I think everyone is waiting for us."

Looking around, Lynn was forced to agree that her family had indeed gone ahead without them. Most likely to some other part of the Wars of Consolidation Exhibit, which gave floor space to the "scavengers," brave explorers at the head of military expeditions that used to collect technology from neighboring tribes by force or by diplomacy, as well as the arms and armor of the enemies New Dornalia was fighting during the times up to the First Contact. Key to this was the new Jacinta the Bold exhibit, which had been drawing crowds...thus, it was important to keep up.

She then turned to Ceilia and said, her expression turning to one of concern, "You know, you may be right. Let's go." She then moved to catch up with the rest of the Landers family, and motioned for Ceilia to come with.

Looking at the two of them, she nodded and said, "I understand your need to recover. To that end, I'm going to bring you back to your hotel and let you rest and relax for a few days while I begin my report. When I need you, I will call."

She then added, "In the meantime, if you don't mind, we will have a minder from ISB follow you as you go about your stay here. After all, I'd rather not have potential witnesses recaptured again."

"Thanks, Yes, We'll need those days...""And yes we'll feel safer with some one."
and with one more line said together "Thank you for (it all) everything, Agent Forster."

The Human said "everything" and the Sauron said "it all" The two of them looked at each other in obvious shock, something had gone wrong. For once they didn't know what each other was going to say. They would be silent as they went onto and return to the hotel with there Dornalian minder.

"Thanks, Yes, We'll need those days...""And yes we'll feel safer with some one."
and with one more line said together "Thank you for (it all) everything, Agent Forster."

The Human said "everything" and the Sauron said "it all" The two of them looked at each other in obvious shock, something had gone wrong. For once they didn't know what each other was going to say. They would be silent as they went onto and return to the hotel with there Dornalian minder.

The minder didn't fail to notice the disturbed looks as the Novaens went back to their hotel. He didn't want to pry; perhaps it was a matter left over from the captivity that needed to be dealt with by them alone. Either way, the Minder settled himself into a hotel room next to theirs, instructing them to: "Call me if you have any security problems. I'll be in the next room over." To be safe, he had a silent alarm installed at the door, to warn him about any incoming intruders, and he had the hotel staff ensure no one touched their suite unless they went through him first.

Lady Luck hugging on to Wolf enters the main lobby
"so where to now my lady of luck"said Wolf as he signals the troops that he be looking after her with one hand

"how about you drive me to a nice park and we can have lunch there" she said to him

"yes that we can do "said Wolf looking down at her
"you look nice in that Black suit"said Wolf to her as he hug nearer to him
"thank you"said Lady Luck

Lady Luck hugging on to Wolf enters the main lobby
"so where to now my lady of luck"said Wolf as he signals the troops that he be looking after her with one hand

"how about you drive me to a nice park and we can have lunch there" she said to him

"yes that we can do "said Wolf looking down at her
"you look nice in that Black suit"said Wolf to her as he hug nearer to him
"thank you"said Lady Luck

The couple was in luck, there were plenty of parks to have a picnic at. However, one stood out in particular. Griffith Park, which housed the observatory that was otherwise the home of the Commissariat of Science, still had a tract of parkland in front of it open to the public for their use. Beautiful, it would no doubt be filled with couples thinking the same thing. However, one could always find a somewhat secluded spot.

The couple was in luck, there were plenty of parks to have a picnic at. However, one stood out in particular. Griffith Park, which housed the observatory that was otherwise the home of the Commissariat of Science, still had a tract of parkland in front of it open to the public for their use. Beautiful, it would no doubt be filled with couples thinking the same thing. However, one could always find a somewhat secluded spot.

after Wolf checked a map and stopped to pick up some food, he and Lady Luck now was joying it at the park

"what a beautiful park and day"said Lady Lack to Wolf who was laying on his back just in his battledress with out his combat armour

"you slept most of it away because of me"said Wolf back to her jokingly
"mm"she said as she sits on his chest
"came here"Wolf said as he pulls her closer to him so he could kiss her as the wolves and tiger played

She then turned to Ceilia and said, her expression turning to one of concern, "You know, you may be right. Let's go." She then moved to catch up with the rest of the Landers family, and motioned for Ceilia to come with.

Ceilia saw the crowds gathering around one of the exhibits as she walked with Lynn to catch up with the rest of the family.

"What is all of the commotion about?"

Ceilia saw the crowds gathering around one of the exhibits as she walked with Lynn to catch up with the rest of the family.

"What is all of the commotion about?"

Lynn looked up over the crowd, politely pushing through with multiple exclamations of "Excuse me." She then saw what the fuss was all about. It was a wax statue of what looked like a shortish woman with those trademark cat ears and prehensile tail of a gentegatain a military uniform bestudded with badges of all sorts. Posed in an aggressive fashion with an AK-47 slung on her shoulder in one hand and a saber that looked almost too large for her in the other hand raised in the air, she looked like she was lunging at an unseen foe.

She then nodded to herself and said, "Yup, its the Jacinta exhibit."

Turning to Ceilia, Lynn replied, "It's the Jacinta the Bold exhibit. I was surprised it'd be this popular. Jacinta never really interacted New Dornalia during the long era before First Contact; she mostly directed her attention to Mexico and South America. Hmm. Guess the Museum found her interesting enough to cover."

The minder didn't fail to notice the disturbed looks as the Novaens went back to their hotel. He didn't want to pry; perhaps it was a matter left over from the captivity that needed to be dealt with by them alone. Either way, the Minder settled himself into a hotel room next to theirs, instructing them to: "Call me if you have any security problems. I'll be in the next room over." To be safe, he had a silent alarm installed at the door, to warn him about any incoming intruders, and he had the hotel staff ensure no one touched their suite unless they went through him first.

The 2 of them were glad to be alone, it allowed them to delve deeply into each other, repairing and strengthing their relationship, unlocking the doors closed when the distress about being seperated hit them like an irresistible force meet an immovable object.

They spent the whole time just quietly chatting to themselves, about the deep issues, things that perhaps you wouldn't even speak to a psycharatrist. They were talking and it would take time until they were fully in tune with each other once again, but they were on the track and returning home.

He didn't pay a lick of attention to the officer's suggestion thought once the officer had turned away, he bowed to the man before resuming his staggering, strange gait down the street before ending up on a bus heading into the city, further into the stangeness that was the City of The Angels.

He didn't pay a lick of attention to the officer's suggestion thought once the officer had turned away, he bowed to the man before resuming his staggering, strange gait down the street before ending up on a bus heading into the city, further into the stangeness that was the City of The Angels.

The bus drove about the city, until it stopped in a place that was distinct from the other parts of Los Angeles. Here, the buildings took on a slightly more Oriental shape. Signs showed not only Dornalian English, but foreign script underneath them that locals would have called Chinese. Cookshops displaying roasted ducks and buns for sale showed their wares, as did small knickknack stands and shops featuring wares of all sorts. Plus, there was a crush of people out today.

They were in Chinatown.

Lady Luck lifted her head to get some air as she and Wolf had been making out for so time
"Wolf we got some unwanted visitors"she said to Wolf seeing demons around them

"stay down "said Wolf as Lady Luck rolls off him to let him get up

"hello boys care to dance"said Wolf as he pulls out Dante and Vergil out of their Tactical thigh holster and opens fire
"hell may call my sword into play as well"said Wolf as he shoots away at them

OOC yur bit of Devil May Cry going on here

Lady Luck lifted her head to get some air as she and Wolf had been making out for so time
"Wolf we got some unwanted visitors"she said to Wolf seeing demons around them

"stay down "said Wolf as Lady Luck rolls off him to let get up

"hello boys care to dance"said Wolf as he pulls out Dante and Vergil out of their Tactical thigh holster and opens fire
"hell may call my sword into play as well"said Wolf as he shoots away at them

OOC yur bit of Devil May Cry going on here

OOC: That was...unexpected.

IC:

The unexpected presence of demons and the sudden rage of gunfire in Griffith provoked some outcry from the locals. People began running from the site, more than a little afraid of being torn to bits by the chaos around them. Some tried to pull out their own weapons, but most wisely decided to leave.

And, it wasn't long before LAPD and security from the observatory arrived on the scene, along with a People's Acolyte to deal with any spiritual matters. Shotguns, rail rifles and pistols drawn, the LAPD contingent surrounded the scene, taking positions at a distance close to the action yet not too close. The Commander of the forces then stepped out of a squad car, yelling over a megaphone, "What the hell is going on here!?"

The 2 of them were glad to be alone, it allowed them to delve deeply into each other, repairing and strengthing their relationship, unlocking the doors closed when the distress about being seperated hit them like an irresistible force meet an immovable object.

They spent the whole time just quietly chatting to themselves, about the deep issues, things that perhaps you wouldn't even speak to a psycharatrist. They were talking and it would take time until they were fully in tune with each other once again, but they were on the track and returning home.

OOC: I think you missed my post

Turning to Ceilia, Lynn replied, "It's the Jacinta the Bold exhibit. I was surprised it'd be this popular. Jacinta never really interacted New Dornalia during the long era before First Contact; she mostly directed her attention to Mexico and South America. Hmm. Guess the Museum found her interesting enough to cover."

The figure looked interesting enough, in a militaresque way. Now she was curious why so many people would be hanging around the exhibit if she had such a small role in their history. "Who was she?"

OOC: I think you missed my post

OOC: I saw it, just trying to find a way to reply to it. Do you want your guys to explore some more, or have them come in for debriefing?

The figure looked interesting enough, in a militaresque way. Now she was curious why so many people would be hanging around the exhibit if she had such a small role in their history. "Who was she?"

Lynn then looked about, and then saw an elaborate series of entablatures and tryptichs next to the statue, explaining who Jacinta was and why she was selected by the museum. Looking at them, she proceeded to read them out loud, scanning them to see if she could answer Ceilia's question--as well as her own puzzlement.

"Jacinta the Bold is being honored here at the prestigious New Dornalia Military Museum for her impact upon global history...as part of the ongoing series This Embattled Earth: Military History from Before the First Contact."

"Hmm...." Reading the tryptich, she then said, "Her famous campaigns in Mexico, Central America, and the Andes Mountains altered the course of history in Latin America during the 220-200 years before First Contact. She caused the South American states to put aside their differences and fight an on-off twenty year epic war for control of the continent, known simply as "La Guerra."

Born in humble origins in Arizona, rising to the ranks of a mercenary company, endowed with a vision to conquer and eventually dying in the Colombian highlands, her campaign of empire-building not only created one of the largest empires estimated to exist since the end of the Apocalypse, she is credited with helping to introduce gentegata culture and people to the area and contributing to the rise of Latin American unity and nationalism during this time....to this day, she is honored as a hero by the gentegata population--her birthday a traditional celebration amongst that population-- and reviled as an imperialist by humans in Latin America."

Looking around a bit for any more data, she then turned to Ceilia and said "Well, that's what I could find about her. They have more stuff of her and her army's around here as well, so we can figure out some more about her."

Ceilia nodded her agreement. "She does sound like an interesting creature. A conqueror of land at an early age. Loved by some, hated by most. It is not an unusual story to learn of such things after a warrior's death. I suppose some things are just not always appreciated. Shall we keep looking?"

Ceilia nodded her agreement. "She does sound like an interesting creature. A conqueror of land at an early age. Loved by some, hated by most. It is not an unusual story to learn of such things after a warrior's death. I suppose some things are just not always appreciated. Shall we keep looking?"

Lynn looked at her, and simply said, "I don't see why not. After all, the parental units are in the area, so we don't have to go far." She was right; looking about, one could see the rest of the Landers chatting among themselves, looking at the statue and wondering what was up. Lynn walked over to them and said, "Hey guys."

Turning to see who it was, Tom then was relieved to see it was little more than Lynn, whom he was wondering where she was. Tom then said, raising an eyebrow, "I was wondering where you were..."

Lynn sheepishly said, "Well, yeah. I was with Ceilia, talking about bioengineering. She had a few questions."

Tom then replied, "Well, it's good to see you back, anyway. Let's have a look around this exhibit, shall we? Don't get lost again."

Lynn nodded, and proceeded to look around. Some of the items on display included a uniform of Jacinta's, a Browning machine gun used by her armies, and the uniform of her forces, along with other artifacts, such as firearms, journals, flasks, maps, and more informative tryptichs produced by the museum to accompany them.

The 2 of them were glad to be alone, it allowed them to delve deeply into each other, repairing and strengthing their relationship, unlocking the doors closed when the distress about being seperated hit them like an irresistible force meet an immovable object.

They spent the whole time just quietly chatting to themselves, about the deep issues, things that perhaps you wouldn't even speak to a psycharatrist. They were talking and it would take time until they were fully in tune with each other once again, but they were on the track and returning home.

After they had been given a few days to recuperate, Agent Forster decided it was time for them to come in for a debriefing. She called up the minder, and asked him to bring them in, saying "I think its time I asked the Sauron a few questions."

The minder then nodded, and then called the Novaens. He simply said, "Agent Forster needs you to come in for a debriefing. We will provide transport out in front of the building."

Sure enough, an unmarked sedan pulled up to the front of the hotel they were staying at, and their minder eventually began leading them out to the front....

OOC: That was...unexpected.

IC:

The unexpected presence of demons and the sudden rage of gunfire in Griffith provoked some outcry from the locals. People began running from the site, more than a little afraid of being torn to bits by the chaos around them. Some tried to pull out their own weapons, but most wisely decided to leave.

And, it wasn't long before LAPD and security from the observatory arrived on the scene, along with a People's Acolyte to deal with any spiritual matters. Shotguns, rail rifles and pistols drawn, the LAPD contingent surrounded the scene, taking positions at a distance close to the action yet not too close. The Commander of the forces then stepped out of a squad car, yelling over a megaphone, "What the hell is going on here!?"
OOC just though i spice it up a bit as you had a kidnaping
IC

"just some Void demons nothing your weapons can handle"said Lady luck now safely away from the battle
"oh"she cried as a Scythe from one of them enters Wolf right should blade after he had kill one with his sword

"wish i had my Cerberus nunchucks here so i could help"said Lady Luck as she watched as two more Scythe go into Wolf

OOC just though i spice it up a bit as you had a kidnaping
IC

"just some Void demons nothing you weapons can handle"said Lady luck now safely away from the battle
"oh"she cried as a Scythe from one of them enters Wolf right should blade after he had kill one with his sword

"wish i had my Cerberus nunchucks here so i could help"said Lady Luck as she watched as two more Scythe go into Wolf

OOC: Gotcha.

IC:

The People's Acolyte unsheathed his lightsaber, and said, "That's it. I'm invoking my authority underneath Section 23 of the Acolytes' Creed. I'm going in."

One of the tasks of the Acolytes, the resident Jedi organization of New Dornalia, was to deal with demons whereever they arose. Normally, the man would have stayed out. But, as the man looked like he was recieving a nasty beating, he decided to fight.

Leaping into the fray, he began attempting to assist the beleaguered Wolf, shouting at the demons, "Hey assholes! Come get some!" while holding up his lightsaber and keeping his feet shuffled, to be prepared for any incoming strikes.

OOC: Gotcha.

IC:

The People's Acolyte unsheathed his lightsaber, and said, "That's it. I'm invoking my authority underneath Section 23 of the Acolytes' Creed. I'm going in."

One of the tasks of the Acolytes, the resident Jedi organization of New Dornalia, was to deal with demons whereever they arose. Normally, the man would have stayed out. But, as the man looked like he was recieving a nasty beating, he decided to fight.

Leaping into the fray, he began attempting to assist the beleaguered Wolf, shouting at the demons, "Hey assholes! Come get some!" while holding up his lightsaber and keeping his feet shuffled, to be prepared for any incoming strikes.

"he really wasting his time that weapon of his will not work on them and the demons will just Ignore him as they have orders just to go after Wolf and which Mate of his is with him"said Lady Lack as Wolf made a copy of himself in between waves of the demons

"it wont be long before he lay waste to them and i can take care of his wounds'"she said as she pulls out a medicine box from the HMMWV and placing it on the hood

"well better get making the paste" she said to herself as she pulls out a mortar and pestle and some ingredients

After they had been given a few days to recuperate, Agent Forster decided it was time for them to come in for a debriefing. She called up the minder, and asked him to bring them in, saying "I think its time I asked the Sauron a few questions."

The minder then nodded, and then called the Novaens. He simply said, "Agent Forster needs you to come in for a debriefing. We will provide transport out in front of the building."

Sure enough, an unmarked sedan pulled up to the front of the hotel they were staying at, and their minder eventually began leading them out to the front....

OOC: We did talk about it on MSN before hand and it actually was my idea...

IC:
They were lead through the hotel, they weren't scared or afraid. They lived through the worst thing that they could imagine, their minds where intune with each others once again but their ordeal would never go away. It would leave a scar that could perhaps never be healed.

But for now they were content and relatively happy, the irony of getting into the car wasn't lost on either of them, and obviously it caused them some distress as they didn't want to, but after a few minutes they calmed themselves down, stared at each other and slowly moved into the car, not taking their eyes off each other for a moment. Obviously it was awkward getting into the car but they were on their way, this time they kept an eye out on the landscape, looking for the ISB Building as a landmark.

OOC New Dornalia just do mine as a two parter if you want
IC

Lady Luck now finish making a paste now pulls out some bandages and lay them one the hood before watching the fight

Lady Luck many be the new one in Wolf mate's group but she had learn enough from the other Five to know the signs that Wolf has had enough of Battle with demons that he was about to end it

"i lost most of my powers when my world of Ri-an was destroyed, but still have enough to cast this protection spell around the battle and the that man and save all from what's going to happen"said Lady Luck as she lifted her right hand and cast the spell


"there, i well fall to ground out cold after his attacks hit the shield as he more powerful then i'am now and when i had my full powers"she said still holding up her and looking at a light blue dome of light around the man and battle

not long after she put up the protection shield Wolf unleash his powerful energy killing all demons and destroying their gate way they were using

"all is safe" Lady Luck said before passing out cold and falling to the ground

OOC: We did talk about it on MSN before hand and it actually was my idea...

IC:
They were lead through the hotel, they weren't scared or afraid. They lived through the worst thing that they could imagine, their minds where intune with each others once again but their ordeal would never go away. It would leave a scar that could perhaps never be healed.

But for now they were content and relatively happy, the irony of getting into the car wasn't lost on either of them, and obviously it caused them some distress as they didn't want to, but after a few minutes they calmed themselves down, stared at each other and slowly moved into the car, not taking their eyes off each other for a moment. Obviously it was awkward getting into the car but they were on their way, this time they kept an eye out on the landscape, looking for the ISB Building as a landmark.

OOC: Yup. It's true, we agreed upon it OOCly.

IC:

The car arrived at the ISB building, this time with no surprises and relatively few hijinks and scares. The only armed men to be seen were the guards out front who waved the auto through into the car park.

The minder then had them exit, and led them through the rather clinical building once more, this time to Agent Forster's office. Forster's office was a neatly organized affair, with a mug of coffee on the desk, a pile of papers on one side, and a bookshelf full of intelligence readings and family photos, perhaps as a reminder of who she was doing this job for. The only really cluttered thing was the computer on the desk.

Forster looked up from a document she was typing, presumably the report, and then greeted Kry'tch with a hearty, "Hello! Please, take a seat. I'll be with you in just a moment."

Pulling out a PDA and a stylus, she then said, "Ah yes. You know why I've called you two over here. In this case, I need a little more information from you two, mainly on what happened between the Sauron and his captors. Do you feel up to the task?"

He wandered throught the streets of Chinatown, stopping to examine various stands and stores. The crystalline floated just above his head, flashing slightly every so often at various displays before they both came to a halt before a troupe of chinese acrobats.

OOC: Yup. It's true, we agreed upon it OOCly.

IC:

The car arrived at the ISB building, this time with no surprises and relatively few hijinks and scares. The only armed men to be seen were the guards out front who waved the auto through into the car park.

The minder then had them exit, and led them through the rather clinical building once more, this time to Agent Forster's office. Forster's office was a neatly organized affair, with a mug of coffee on the desk, a pile of papers on one side, and a bookshelf full of intelligence readings and family photos, perhaps as a reminder of who she was doing this job for. The only really cluttered thing was the computer on the desk.

Forster looked up from a document she was typing, presumably the report, and then greeted Kry'tch with a hearty, "Hello! Please, take a seat. I'll be with you in just a moment."

Pulling out a PDA and a stylus, she then said, "Ah yes. You know why I've called you two over here. In this case, I need a little more information from you two, mainly on what happened between the Sauron and his captors. Do you feel up to the task?"

They started to describe what happened to them from the original kidnapping to the knock-out, the time where they were together. Then they continued on from the
Sauron's point of view as if they were both there, remembering things that the commander had said and what was done to him such as locking him into thje cupboard and then what happened in the van and afterwards at their Headquarters.

They started to describe what happened to them from the original kidnapping to the knock-out, the time where they were together. Then they continued on from the
Sauron's point of view as if they were both there, remembering things that the commander had said and what was done to him such as locking him into thje cupboard and then what happened in the van and afterwards at their Headquarters.

Forster then wrote down what they said, taking extensive notes along the way and prompting them along with questions. Eventually, she wrote down their testimony, and then said, "Okay. I think I have enough information to get by with. Thank you."

He wandered throught the streets of Chinatown, stopping to examine various stands and stores. The crystalline floated just above his head, flashing slightly every so often at various displays before they both came to a halt before a troupe of chinese acrobats.

The acrobats were street performers, part of a street festival going on in the area. Surrounded by a large crowd oohing and aahing at the sight, they pulled out all the stops. Performing all sorts of tricks, including scurriying from building to building, human pyramids, jumping through fiery hoops, they eventually asked for volunteers from the audience....

Wolf bleeding from his wound goes over to Lady Luck and holds her in his arms
"my poor Lady Luck Wolf " he said to her as he keeps her warm as the Pets walk over all so bleeding from wounds
"and you lot did well"Wolf said to them as they lay down

Lynn looked at her, and simply said, "I don't see why not. After all, the parental units are in the area, so we don't have to go far." She was right; looking about, one could see the rest of the Landers chatting among themselves, looking at the statue and wondering what was up. Lynn walked over to them and said, "Hey guys."

Turning to see who it was, Tom then was relieved to see it was little more than Lynn, whom he was wondering where she was. Tom then said, raising an eyebrow, "I was wondering where you were..."

Lynn sheepishly said, "Well, yeah. I was with Ceilia, talking about bioengineering. She had a few questions."

Tom then replied, "Well, it's good to see you back, anyway. Let's have a look around this exhibit, shall we? Don't get lost again."

Lynn nodded, and proceeded to look around. Some of the items on display included a uniform of Jacinta's, a Browning machine gun used by her armies, and the uniform of her forces, along with other artifacts, such as firearms, journals, flasks, maps, and more informative tryptichs produced by the museum to accompany them.

Ceilia kept up her meandering as she took in all of the exhibits relating to Jacinta. Uniforms, maps, and weapons all made a statement to the Abriel. It provided her a look into the military mind of the time as well as the "woman" portrayed on show.

It was already a pleasant learning experience for the princess who didn't know what to expect from the history museum. She finally bumped into Lynn again on another exhibit. "Find anything interesting?"

Forster then wrote down what they said, taking extensive notes along the way and prompting them along with questions. Eventually, she wrote down their testimony, and then said, "Okay. I think I have enough information to get by with. Thank you."

With a slight bow of appreciation, "Thank you for all your work for us Agent Forster. We are determined to continue on." And with that they started to leave, heading down back onto the street.

But the question was where to go, They knew where they were but couldn't remember where the remaining sites where. They decided to head left after leaving the ISB building and would find whatever they would come across.

But the question was where to go, They knew where they were but couldn't remember where the remaining sites where. They decided to head left after leaving the ISB building and would find whatever they would come across.

The city of Los Angeles was warm at this time of year, though by now it was mid afternoon, so the environment had cooled somewhat. The two sides of Kry'tch, besides feeling that, would also notice that they had entered what looked like a business district. Surrounded by the steel-and-glass contours of business buildings and businessmen in suits eager to get things done, they would have also noticed fine restaurants serving a variety of cuisine, some shops, and if they so desired, a bus stop to take them to the other parts of the city. As it was though, there were some things here to divert them....

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Ceilia kept up her meandering as she took in all of the exhibits relating to Jacinta. Uniforms, maps, and weapons all made a statement to the Abriel. It provided her a look into the military mind of the time as well as the "woman" portrayed on show.

It was already a pleasant learning experience for the princess who didn't know what to expect from the history museum. She finally bumped into Lynn again on another exhibit. "Find anything interesting?"

Lynn then replied: "The exhibit in general is proving quite interesting. But, I just found some of Jacinta's old whisky flasks."

She then pointed to the flasks, and reacted with surprise at their inclusion in the museum, saying, "Really interesting stuff. I never knew that they found it worthwhile to preserve that sort of thing for us to see."

The city of Los Angeles was warm at this time of year, though by now it was mid afternoon, so the environment had cooled somewhat. The two sides of Kry'tch, besides feeling that, would also notice that they had entered what looked like a business district. Surrounded by the steel-and-glass contours of business buildings and businessmen in suits eager to get things done, they would have also noticed fine restaurants serving a variety of cuisine, some shops, and if they so desired, a bus stop to take them to the other parts of the city. As it was though, there were some things here to divert them....


The Human's Kry'tch Hawdon's stomach rumbled slightly, they both smiled and headed to one of the nearby restaraunts, they didn't really know what it served. but they knew it was time for some food.

He stepped forward at the request for volunteers, still staggering somewhat. "I participate, what you need?"

Lynn then replied: "The exhibit in general is proving quite interesting. But, I just found some of Jacinta's old whisky flasks."

She then pointed to the flasks, and reacted with surprise at their inclusion in the museum, saying, "Really interesting stuff. I never knew that they found it worthwhile to preserve that sort of thing for us to see."

"Indeed. I don't really see the reasoning behind preserving a flask for hisotical reference. But perhaps there is some alter meaning."

He stepped forward at the request for volunteers, still staggering somewhat. "I participate, what you need?"

One of the acrobats then held out a flaming torch. He then said, "Would you please hold onto this for me?"

The Human's Kry'tch Hawdon's stomach rumbled slightly, they both smiled and headed to one of the nearby restaraunts, they didn't really know what it served. but they knew it was time for some food.

The restaurant turned out to be a neatly organized hole in the wall known as the Lord Masamune Bar and Grill. Specializing in Japanese food, the restaurant was busy, with plenty of well-dressed customers with similar ideas to the Kry'tch partners eagerly being shuttled to tables, reading menus, and chatting quietly over mugs of hot green tea. The room itself was dimly lit, but one could see around; it wasn't smothered in darkness. A sushi bar sat in the back, and a teppan table kept a few customers entertained with a man doing acrobatics with a knife and spatula, whipping up what looked like some kind of meat dish.

A waitress walked up to them both, and then asked, "Good day. How many to be seated?"

He took the torch and held it out like the acrobat had it, somewhat loose but with a fairly firm grip.

"Indeed. I don't really see the reasoning behind preserving a flask for hisotical reference. But perhaps there is some alter meaning."

Lynn looked at the flask some more, and simply concluded, "Yeah. That's the funny thing about material culture. You can't quite understand it, yet even the tiniest objects can prove quite significant."

She then noticed the rest of the family was moving to the Modern Weapons exhibits, and then moved to follow. She waved to Ceilia, saying, "Let's go. I'd rather not be lost again."

Lady Luck still in Wolfs arms opens her eyes and looks up at Wolf face and see dry blood around a wound one his face
"must take care your wound and boys wounds"she said as she gets up out of warm arms
"mm"said Wolf who had his eye closed

Lady Luck goes about treating the wounds of pets and then Wolf with the neelde thread ,paste and bandage she had layed out on the hood

"there all done "she said finishing the face wound of Wolfs

The restaurant turned out to be a neatly organized hole in the wall known as the Lord Masamune Bar and Grill. Specializing in Japanese food, the restaurant was busy, with plenty of well-dressed customers with similar ideas to the Kry'tch partners eagerly being shuttled to tables, reading menus, and chatting quietly over mugs of hot green tea. The room itself was dimly lit, but one could see around; it wasn't smothered in darkness. A sushi bar sat in the back, and a teppan table kept a few customers entertained with a man doing acrobatics with a knife and spatula, whipping up what looked like some kind of meat dish.

A waitress walked up to them both, and then asked, "Good day. How many to be seated?"


"Just us, please" They would follow waitress to their seats, all the time looking at the sights, noting the show going on but deciding just to pick something from the menu.

Lynn looked at the flask some more, and simply concluded, "Yeah. That's the funny thing about material culture. You can't quite understand it, yet even the tiniest objects can prove quite significant."

She then noticed the rest of the family was moving to the Modern Weapons exhibits, and then moved to follow. She waved to Ceilia, saying, "Let's go. I'd rather not be lost again."

Ceilia nodded her head and hurried to catch up with Lynn and the rest of the family as they continued their trek. The Abriel still continued looking at the exhibits as they passed.

"Just us, please" They would follow waitress to their seats, all the time looking at the sights, noting the show going on but deciding just to pick something from the menu.

The waitress led them to a table, where she then laid out menus in front of them, bound in a black leathery material. After laying the menus down for them to peruse, she then asks the two, "What would you like to drink? We have cola, tea iced and hot, lemonade, fruit juices, as well as alcoholic beverages for your consumption. In particular, we are offering a fine Yamazaki whiskey, 18 years old, single malt."

He took the torch and held it out like the acrobat had it, somewhat loose but with a fairly firm grip.

The acrobat then lept back, flipping through the air in a somersault as he was caught by a hastily assembled human pyramid. Thus becoming the top, he then proceeded to leap off of the top, swinging around the human pyramid using the limbs of his comrades like bars on a jungle gym to gain balance and execute flips, jumps, and swirls as he lept from one side of the pyramid to the next.

He then eventually came around to where the alien was, and then snatched the torch right from the alien's hand, executing a split landing, before standing up, juggling it with some balls, and then blowing on the torch while balancing it on his elbow. Once blown on, the torch flared up, causing the audience to gasp in wonder, before it was put out by his breath. He then grabbed the torch, bowed, and handed it back to a prop man waiting in the wings, as the audience applauded the stunt.

Ceilia nodded her head and hurried to catch up with Lynn and the rest of the family as they continued their trek. The Abriel still continued looking at the exhibits as they passed.

The exhibits now showed the modern side of New Dornalia's army and navy. One was devoted to the evolution of the standard infantry rifle, showing how it went from a bullet weapon, to the honored Tartakovsky lasgun, to ultimately the present-day gauss rifle. Another exhibit was devoted to mecha; this had kids playing around an old Sparta Veritech tank used in Torusumi's War as well as pictures and scale models of the Daltrey and other classes. And yet another was devoted to ships; it even had a firing simulator where you could fire your own torpedo! Naturally, nothing classified was shown, only the obvious and the "cool stuff" the bigwigs in Los Angeles proper would let the public know.

The waitress led them to a table, where she then laid out menus in front of them, bound in a black leathery material. After laying the menus down for them to peruse, she then asks the two, "What would you like to drink? We have cola, tea iced and hot, lemonade, fruit juices, as well as alcoholic beverages for your consumption. In particular, we are offering a fine Yamazaki whiskey, 18 years old, single malt."

There was a bit of confusion, apparently they didn't know what whiskey was, infact on Nova there was no alcohol at all, mainly because it's effects on Sauron's are totally different to that on humans and certain situations could lead to certainly a bad result for the Sauron.

"Cold tea," they responded, the Sauron pointed to an item on the menu and the Human asked the waitress. "What's this?"

OOC New Dornalia still waiting for you to get back to me

Lady Luck still in Wolfs arms opens her eyes and looks up at Wolf face and see dry blood around a wound one his face
"must take care your wound and boys wounds"she said as she gets up out of warm arms
"mm"said Wolf who had his eye closed

Lady Luck goes about treating the wounds of pets and then Wolf with the neelde thread ,paste and bandage she had layed out on the hood

"there all done "she said finishing the face wound of Wolfs

The Acolyte then walked up to them both, saying, "You two alright? It got kind of hairy out there....."

He then signaled for the police to stand down. They did so, and before long, much of the heavier elements of the cordon began dissapearing as quickly as they came, with officers moving off to other parts.....

The exhibits now showed the modern side of New Dornalia's army and navy. One was devoted to the evolution of the standard infantry rifle, showing how it went from a bullet weapon, to the honored Tartakovsky lasgun, to ultimately the present-day gauss rifle. Another exhibit was devoted to mecha; this had kids playing around an old Sparta Veritech tank used in Torusumi's War as well as pictures and scale models of the Daltrey and other classes. And yet another was devoted to ships; it even had a firing simulator where you could fire your own torpedo! Naturally, nothing classified was shown, only the obvious and the "cool stuff" the bigwigs in Los Angeles proper would let the public know.

Ceilia was repulsed by the displays of ground warfare in the museum, though none of it showed on her face. To the Abh, war on a planet's surface was one of the least elegant feats an Abh could do. It also explained why they would glass a planet before embarking on a blood soaked campaign with the surface dwellers. They lived far longer than humans and had the patience to terraform a planet if necessary.

Still she was interested at the different artifacts as well as the ships on display. She even waited in line to get a sense of what it felt like to fire a Dornalian torpedo.

Still she was interested at the different artifacts as well as the ships on display. She even waited in line to get a sense of what it felt like to fire a Dornalian torpedo.

The line was somewhat long, as this was a particularly popular attraction. Ceilia would have been confronted with the prospect of waiting behind a particularly chatty child, who kept tugging at his mother's coat, asking, "When are we gonna go on?!" Mercifully, the long line was also a fast moving one, as the demonstration didn't take long to process.

When Ceilia eventually got to the front of the line, a man waved her through and let her into the chamber. It was a replica of a torpedo room, like on a Mao Zedong battleship. The man then said, "Okay, listen up. Rule number one. Follow all the instructions. Rule number two. Well, there is rule number two. Just follow instructions." The man then left the area, and then shut the door on the sim room. The lights then dimmed; emergency klaxons activated, and a light focused on the machinery--what looked like a tube extending out of a large drum unit with some controls on the side. In particular, a light focused on a computer console. Then, a voice rang out.

"Ensign. This is Gracie, your friendly neighboorhood ship's AI. I need you to walk up to that computer console over there, and activate the setting marked "Load torpedo." Can you do that?"

There was a bit of confusion, apparently they didn't know what whiskey was, infact on Nova there was no alcohol at all, mainly because it's effects on Sauron's are totally different to that on humans and certain situations could lead to certainly a bad result for the Sauron.

"Cold tea," they responded, the Sauron pointed to an item on the menu and the Human asked the waitress. "What's this?"

The waitress filled out their order for drinks, but not before looking at the item the Novaens were pointing out. She then said, "Oh, that's the chicken yakitori. It's a kind of grilled, skewered meat item, made with chicken. Traditionally, it is made with all parts of the chicken. Here, we mostly make it with the white meat."

The waitress filled out their order for drinks, but not before looking at the item the Novaens were pointing out. She then said, "Oh, that's the chicken yakitori. It's a kind of grilled, skewered meat item, made with chicken. Traditionally, it is made with all parts of the chicken. Here, we mostly make it with the white meat."

After almost no time "We'll have""that thanks"

The Acolyte then walked up to them both, saying, "You two alright? It got kind of hairy out there....."

He then signaled for the police to stand down. They did so, and before long, much of the heavier elements of the cordon began dissapearing as quickly as they came, with officers moving off to other parts.....

"it's 0part of life for him .still new to me"said Lady Luck
then she looks at Wolf
"guess no night clubing tonight" she said to Wolf
"can "Wolf said back as he opens his eyes showing they were glowing red

"oh we must take you back to my room fast"said Lady Luck knowing full well he was fighting back The Red Thirst

The line was somewhat long, as this was a particularly popular attraction. Ceilia would have been confronted with the prospect of waiting behind a particularly chatty child, who kept tugging at his mother's coat, asking, "When are we gonna go on?!" Mercifully, the long line was also a fast moving one, as the demonstration didn't take long to process.

When Ceilia eventually got to the front of the line, a man waved her through and let her into the chamber. It was a replica of a torpedo room, like on a Mao Zedong battleship. The man then said, "Okay, listen up. Rule number one. Follow all the instructions. Rule number two. Well, there is rule number two. Just follow instructions." The man then left the area, and then shut the door on the sim room. The lights then dimmed; emergency klaxons activated, and a light focused on the machinery--what looked like a tube extending out of a large drum unit with some controls on the side. In particular, a light focused on a computer console. Then, a voice rang out.

"Ensign. This is Gracie, your friendly neighboorhood ship's AI. I need you to walk up to that computer console over there, and activate the setting marked "Load torpedo." Can you do that?"

Ceilia ignored the annoyance of the child just grateful that line was not a slow one. She paid the man at the head of the line little heed when he told her to just follow directions. Of course that was all that would be needed.

When she got into the chamber, she wasn't surprised to hear the voice of an A.I. ring out. They had learned that the Dornalians used artificial intelligence in their ships. Most Abh never saw a reason for them.

Ceilia headed over towards the panel under Gracie's bidding. "Please. I am not a child. Of course I can load the torpedo." Finding the button that dictated the proper command, the Abriel pushed the button.

"Very good, much entertainment." He commented as he was most impressed by the display. He bowed deeply to the entertainers before continuing down the street.

Ceilia headed over towards the panel under Gracie's bidding. "Please. I am not a child. Of course I can load the torpedo." Finding the button that dictated the proper command, the Abriel pushed the button.

Amongst the sounds of klaxons and simulated battle noise, a hum could be heard eminating from the machinery in front of Ceilia. A small cutaway port, built for the convienience of the visitors of the museum, displayed the process of replication, as in a series of blue lights, a freshly minted conventional torpedo emerged in what looked like a small magazine chamber. The torpedo itself was then loaded into a revolving drum rather quickly via the use of magnetic clamps, and then the revolving drum magazine rotated to face the tube itself.

Gracie then said, "As you can see, you've just loaded a torpedo using replicator technology. The torpedo is replicated, and then loaded into the feeding drum for ease of deployment in battle. That is, when the Captain needs fire to be brought upon an enemy, they can be quickly fired rapidly at an enemy instead of slowly being replicated one torpedo at a time.

Now that we have a torpedo loaded, the Captain has issued the order to fire. Go to the console to the right, and then enter the coordinates 62-35-5605 into the firing computer. The computer will do the rest, targeting the enemy and feeding information to the torpedo."

A light focused on the appropriate console.

After almost no time "We'll have""that thanks"

She then bowed, and said, "Okay then." Taking their menus, she went to the kitchen, and filed their orders with the cooks, who began grilling the yakitori sticks.

About five to ten minutes later, the waitress then returned with both the yakitori sticks, and the iced tea. There were two plates, one per person, and each with about six or seven sticks of yakitori on them for both of the Novaens. Laying them down on the table along with the tea, she then said, "Here's your meal. Enjoy."

"Very good, much entertainment." He commented as he was most impressed by the display. He bowed deeply to the entertainers before continuing down the street.

The entertainers bowed back, thanking the aliens for their cooperation.

As they continued down the street, the environment got busier and busier, with more of the street festival evident this day. Street vendors were doing brisk business, selling toys, bootleg anime posters and knickknacks to passersby. Food stands selling steamed barbecue pork buns and other traditional Chinese "finger food" delicacies were doing well for themselves. And, certain roads were blocked off by police, as dancers in Chinese lion costumes did a processional down a series of these closed off avenues, jangling and dancing to the tune of a heavy drumbeat with firecrackers accompanying them.

In this case, the two aliens were about to run headlong into one of these Chinese lion parades.....

She then bowed, and said, "Okay then." Taking their menus, she went to the kitchen, and filed their orders with the cooks, who began grilling the yakitori sticks.

About five to ten minutes later, the waitress then returned with both the yakitori sticks, and the iced tea. There were two plates, one per person, and each with about six or seven sticks of yakitori on them for both of the Novaens. Laying them down on the table along with the tea, she then said, "Here's your meal. Enjoy."

They had assumed that they would receive one plate with enough food for both of them, but then again this was New Dornalia and they'd have to get used to it. They would be uncomfortable eating from different plates so after the initial, well, I suppose you'd say shock, or perhaps confusion would be better they attempted to shift the yakiyori sticks from the second plate onto the first, putting the second plate under the first they started to each pick a stick, ate half of it them swapped the sticks between them.

They both enjoyed the taste of the flavourings and thought that the chicken was cooked nicely, overall a nice meal, washed down with the anti-oxidant rich iced tea.

He paused quite suddenly, which almost had someone running into his backside at the site of the parade. It remined him of a festival back home that would be along the lines of Octoberfest on Earth. With a bit of a grin he decided to watch the parade.

He paused quite suddenly, which almost had someone running into his backside at the site of the parade. It remined him of a festival back home that would be along the lines of Octoberfest on Earth. With a bit of a grin he decided to watch the parade.

The parade moved on down the streets, its jangling, clanging cacophony of drumbeats and explosions matched only by the cheerful reaction by the audience. The lion itself seemed to dance gracefully, the dancers within the costume unconcerned with the weight of it all. Stopping in front of random people to do a dance, it happened to stop in front of the alien, dancing in front of him with much undulation and rhythm. At the same time, a street vendor called to him, "Ge your chau siu baos! Only a buck!"

OOC: Chau siu baos=Chinese BBQ pork buns. Rather good stuff.

They both enjoyed the taste of the flavourings and thought that the chicken was cooked nicely, overall a nice meal, washed down with the anti-oxidant rich iced tea.

The waitress then popped back in, asking, "How is your meal?"

Amongst the sounds of klaxons and simulated battle noise, a hum could be heard eminating from the machinery in front of Ceilia. A small cutaway port, built for the convienience of the visitors of the museum, displayed the process of replication, as in a series of blue lights, a freshly minted conventional torpedo emerged in what looked like a small magazine chamber. The torpedo itself was then loaded into a revolving drum rather quickly via the use of magnetic clamps, and then the revolving drum magazine rotated to face the tube itself.

Gracie then said, "As you can see, you've just loaded a torpedo using replicator technology. The torpedo is replicated, and then loaded into the feeding drum for ease of deployment in battle. That is, when the Captain needs fire to be brought upon an enemy, they can be quickly fired rapidly at an enemy instead of slowly being replicated one torpedo at a time.

Now that we have a torpedo loaded, the Captain has issued the order to fire. Go to the console to the right, and then enter the coordinates 62-35-5605 into the firing computer. The computer will do the rest, targeting the enemy and feeding information to the torpedo."

A light focused on the appropriate console.

The firing methods for the torpedos were slightly different than that of Star Forces. The bridge handled the entire input of data for targeting ships allowing the firing crew to simply monitor the functioning of ship's mechanics while torpedoes were fueled and loaded.

Ceilia walked over to the console and inputted the proper coordinance that Grace gave.

When the lion stopped in front of him to dance, he began dancing along with it though in a different pattern that was was mildly hypnotic. Those that watched found themselves hardpressed to look away. Once the lion had moved on then he turned to the vendor and asked, "What is it, and what is a buck?"

after driving Wolf back to the hotel and taking care The Red Thirst, Lady Luck now was in Wolf arms as they lay on the bed resting

'"i be wearing that other hot red number i have when we go to a nightclub" she say to Wolf

"mm fun let sleep for a bit"said Wolf as he closed his eye to sleep
"ok"

around 5 both get up shared the shower and change to go out to a nigthclub

The waitress then popped back in, asking, "How is your meal?"

They both bowed their heads a little and said "It was nice, thank you" The Sauron produced a little item from his pocket it was wrapped in a little cloth "We'd like to give you a little gift." despite being covered, light seemed to seep out of the sides of the wrapping.

Inside was a small sliver of a crystal, a warming light emanated from it. It's wasn't bright, perhaps it was because of it's size. The crystal was only a sliver but with the current lighting conditions it's light was fairly obvious. This was probably the first ever fragment of Sunstone that had come to New Dornalia.

"How much for the meal?"

The firing methods for the torpedos were slightly different than that of Star Forces. The bridge handled the entire input of data for targeting ships allowing the firing crew to simply monitor the functioning of ship's mechanics while torpedoes were fueled and loaded.

Ceilia walked over to the console and inputted the proper coordinance that Grace gave.

The result was that almost immediately, the drum rotated into place, and with a hearty "WOOSH" and a "PEEW!" fired its payload--or at least simulated firing its payload, as another cutaway in the tube revealed the fake torpedo moving through, assisted by magnetic rails and held with a sabot, as the tube itself flexed somewhat to assist in getting the aim just right and delivering the payload to its target.

Another announcement from Gracie displayed the results, along with some rumbling.

"Torpedo successfully fired; Target destroyed. Great job, Ensign! In a real situation, you would have been working with a team of people to get the job done, under less ideal circumstances. Remember that."

The door then opened, and sure enough, it was time to move on.....

OOC: Apologies for the crappy post. It's late....

They both bowed their heads a little and said "It was nice, thank you" The Sauron produced a little item from his pocket it was wrapped in a little cloth "We'd like to give you a little gift." despite being covered, light seemed to seep out of the sides of the wrapping.

Inside was a small sliver of a crystal, a warming light emanated from it. It's wasn't bright, perhaps it was because of it's size. The crystal was only a sliver but with the current lighting conditions it's light was fairly obvious. This was probably the first ever fragment of Sunstone that had come to New Dornalia.

"How much for the meal?"

The waitress looked at the stone, and said, "Oh, wow....." Holding it up to te light, she looked over the glowing object thoroughly, rather curious as to what exactly it was. With a curious eye and some wonder, she replied somewhat blankly, "Oh, that. That will be twenty Dollars altogether."

She then asked them about the object, saying and pointing to it, "It's beautiful, and I thank you for it. What exactly is this?"

When the lion stopped in front of him to dance, he began dancing along with it though in a different pattern that was was mildly hypnotic. Those that watched found themselves hardpressed to look away. Once the lion had moved on then he turned to the vendor and asked, "What is it, and what is a buck?"

The vendor looked at him oddly. Bloody tourists. He figured as much, from their unusual, almost alien appearance and their odd mannerisms. He then said with more than a hint of incredulousness, "You know, a dollar?" He thn added, somewhat questioningly, "You're not from around here are you?"

He then shook his head, and held up one of his baos, and pointed to it, saying, "Guess I'll have to explain it to you then. This is a chau siu bao. A barbecued pork bun. Steamed, in this case. Try one, if you wanna. It'll be a dollar."

after driving Wolf back to the hotel and taking care The Red Thirst, Lady Luck now was in Wolf arms as they lay on the bed resting

'"i be wearing that other hot red number i have when we go to a nightclub" she say to Wolf

"mm fun let sleep for a bit"said Wolf as he closed his eye to sleep
"ok"

around 5 both get up shared the shower and change to go out to a nigthclub

It was good for them that in Los Angeles in the Era of MacIntyre, the nightlife had gotten better. Years of Communist dictatorship had muted things a lot, but a quiet party culture still remained underground, flourishing when MacIntyre decided to lift restrictions on things. The Club Ajedrez, named for its owner's fascination with the game of chess, was in particular a favorite hangout to go to in downtown Los Angeles. Particularly upscale, the front door was guarded by a particularly large bouncer, who, when he saw the couple coming, held his hand up and said, "Hold on. Lemme see if you're on the list."

The waitress looked at the stone, and said, "Oh, wow....." Holding it up to te light, she looked over the glowing object thoroughly, rather curious as to what exactly it was. With a curious eye and some wonder, she replied somewhat blankly, "Oh, that. That will be twenty Dollars altogether."

She then asked them about the object, saying and pointing to it, "It's beautiful, and I thank you for it. What exactly is this?"

They each pulled out 10 dollars and made the 20 dollar fee for the food.

"It is a portion of a Sunstone, a crystal found on our Home Planet of Nova. It internally generates light and other energies."

OOC EDIT: For some information...

Sunstones are the core of all Novaen tech, they all give off light as well as other energies which are used to power anything and everything. As the size of the Sunstone increases it's power output goes up exponentially. The sliver of Sunstone that the waitress is probably just enough to power a traditional watch.

Nova Bazalonia is also a gifting society, in addition to payment for services rendered on occasion in accordance with means random gifts are given to those around that aid them in some way. However to combat corruption police, legal and members of the Novaen Council are excluded from this practice. Which is also the reason Agent Forster didn't get a gift.

The result was that almost immediately, the drum rotated into place, and with a hearty "WOOSH" and a "PEEW!" fired its payload--or at least simulated firing its payload, as another cutaway in the tube revealed the fake torpedo moving through, assisted by magnetic rails and held with a sabot, as the tube itself flexed somewhat to assist in getting the aim just right and delivering the payload to its target.

Another announcement from Gracie displayed the results, along with some rumbling.

"Torpedo successfully fired; Target destroyed. Great job, Ensign! In a real situation, you would have been working with a team of people to get the job done, under less ideal circumstances. Remember that."

The door then opened, and sure enough, it was time to move on.....

OOC: Apologies for the crappy post. It's late....

Less than satisfied with the simulation, Ceilia kept in mind that it was more for the civilians and tourists than any real military official. At least there was some learning garnerd from the experience with the A.I. and the differences between firing a Dornalian torpedo and an Abh mobile mine.

Now she had to get back to her group. Looking around, she headed over to where they were standing around an exhibit.

Now she had to get back to her group. Looking around, she headed over to where they were standing around an exhibit.

The exhibit was a relatively simple one compared to the others around here so far. In this case, it was a simple officers saber, held by a wax dummy in New Dornalian officers' dress.

Lynn then turned and said, beaming, "Ceilia! We were wondering where you were." She then laughed, saying of the simulation, "That thing's meant for kids, you know."

They each pulled out 10 dollars and made the 20 dollar fee for the food.

"It is a portion of a Sunstone, a crystal found on our Home Planet of Nova. It internally generates light and other energies."

The waitress collected the fee, almost robotically and without taking her eyes off of the stone, taking the cash and almost ignoring the fact that there wasn't a tip. She sorta noticed that part. But this stone was so damn mesmerizing, she figured it would make up for the lack of a tip.

She then said, "Ah. I see..." looking at the stone some more. She eventually shook her head furiously to get herself refocused, and said, "Thanks, guys. Enjoy your day." She then pocketed the Sunstone, and then walked to deposit the payment and mark their check as paid....

It was good for them that in Los Angeles in the Era of MacIntyre, the nightlife had gotten better. Years of Communist dictatorship had muted things a lot, but a quiet party culture still remained underground, flourishing when MacIntyre decided to lift restrictions on things. The Club Ajedrez, named for its owner's fascination with the game of chess, was in particular a favorite hangout to go to in downtown Los Angeles. Particularly upscale, the front door was guarded by a particularly large bouncer, who, when he saw the couple coming, held his hand up and said, "Hold on. Lemme see if you're on the list."

"not on the list but we can wait"said Wolf dress in full Isan military formal uniform which included a sword and a side arm in a Thigh holster

"yes we can wait"said Lady Luck by his side with her arm locked into his

"not on the list but we can wait"said Wolf dress in full Isan military formal uniform which included a sword and a side arm in a Thigh holster

"yes we can wait"said Lady Luck by his side with her arm locked into his

The bouncer then looked at the list, and sure enough, they were not on it. He then had them wait in line....and what a line it was. Sharp dressed socialites of all sorts were waiting in a line that stretched out from the entrance to the corner of the street. It was fortunate that the line itself was relatively fast moving; plenty of the people in line were people on "the list" contained on the PDA the bouncer had, and thus were let in. However, there were still a lot of hopefuls in line, and it would probably take a bit....

The exhibit was a relatively simple one compared to the others around here so far. In this case, it was a simple officers saber, held by a wax dummy in New Dornalian officers' dress.

Lynn then turned and said, beaming, "Ceilia! We were wondering where you were." She then laughed, saying of the simulation, "That thing's meant for kids, you know."

OOC: Couldn't remember the name... Lynn....It really isn't that difficult of a name... Very...communist

IC:
Ceilia felt a little self-coscious at the moment. She hadn't realized that the simulation was for children only, though the number of whining children in the line should have been a dead give away.

"Of course I knew it was for children. I just wanted to see it for myself, that's all."

Changing the subject, "What are we looking at next?"

OOC: Couldn't remember the name... Lynn....It really isn't that difficult of a name... Very...communist

IC:
Ceilia felt a little self-coscious at the moment. She hadn't realized that the simulation was for children only, though the number of whining children in the line should have been a dead give away.

"Of course I knew it was for children. I just wanted to see it for myself, that's all."

Changing the subject, "What are we looking at next?"

Looking at Ceilia, Lynn giggled, and said, "Just kidding, just kidding.....don't be so hard on yourself. You didn't know."

Tom then looked at his watch, hearing Ceilia's question. He then looked at Ceilia and replied, "Well, look at the time...it's about four o'clock....wanna go ahead and get something from the gift shop and then head out?"

Ceilia didn't really have anyone to buy something at the gift shop for, but maybe there would be something of interest there that she could buy for herself. To commemorate her time spent in New Dornalia.

"Alright that sounds good."

The waitress collected the fee, almost robotically and without taking her eyes off of the stone, taking the cash and almost ignoring the fact that there wasn't a tip. She sorta noticed that part. But this stone was so damn mesmerizing, she figured it would make up for the lack of a tip.

She then said, "Ah. I see..." looking at the stone some more. She eventually shook her head furiously to get herself refocused, and said, "Thanks, guys. Enjoy your day." She then pocketed the Sunstone, and then walked to deposit the payment and mark their check as paid....

A few minutes later, they got up and left, there was no apparent reason appart from perhaps they just wanted to sit in each others company. Heading outside they looked for any indications for somewhere to go.

Ceilia didn't really have anyone to buy something at the gift shop for, but maybe there would be something of interest there that she could buy for herself. To commemorate her time spent in New Dornalia.

"Alright that sounds good."

The family wandered over to the gift shop, going through the crowds with some care to ensure everyone was together.

Eventually heading into the shop, Ceilia would be impressed by its size. The Dornalians certainly didn't do things by halves, and even the gift shop was as well maintained and kept as the rest of the museum. It was a large structure with two tiers and plenty of things to buy. There were books, novelty stationery, sculptures, trinkets to entertain the kids with such as water pistols and clothing of all kinds, both civilian and military surplus, and other things as well.

Tom and the family then split up to look at the shop. While Lynn remained with Ceilia, Tom took Jane to look at the clothing and the reproduction model ships, perhaps as gifts for relatives. And, Howard could be seen browsing the pencils.

Lynn then turned to Ceilia, and asked, "So, what do you wanna look at first?"

A few minutes later, they got up and left, there was no apparent reason appart from perhaps they just wanted to sit in each others company. Heading outside they looked for any indications for somewhere to go.

A bus stop was not far away. Going on it, they could either go to Little Tokyo, and maybe buy some gadgets, or head to Torrance and visit the MegaMall. All it took was to wait for the Number 2 for Little Tokyo or the Number 5, which would take them south to Torrance.

The bouncer then looked at the list, and sure enough, they were not on it. He then had them wait in line....and what a line it was. Sharp dressed socialites of all sorts were waiting in a line that stretched out from the entrance to the corner of the street. It was fortunate that the line itself was relatively fast moving; plenty of the people in line were people on "the list" contained on the PDA the bouncer had, and thus were let in. However, there were still a lot of hopefuls in line, and it would probably take a bit....

in line Wolf had his arms warped around Lady Lucks waist as she talks to him

"whats it like going into a hot LZ in the first wave of a attack"she just asked him

"well deadly you have AA and SAMs caming at you, other dropships blowning up around the one you are in as all as others as they get hit,then you have fight on the ground when you land" said Wolf putting it into words best he could for her to under stand
"oh"she said back

The vendor looked at him oddly. Bloody tourists. He figured as much, from their unusual, almost alien appearance and their odd mannerisms. He then said with more than a hint of incredulousness, "You know, a dollar?" He thn added, somewhat questioningly, "You're not from around here are you?"

He then shook his head, and held up one of his baos, and pointed to it, saying, "Guess I'll have to explain it to you then. This is a chau siu bao. A barbecued pork bun. Steamed, in this case. Try one, if you wanna. It'll be a dollar."

"You take this?" He asked as he produced another ring such that he had given the man for the spicy food thought this one was worked out of silver rather than platinum and also smaller in both girth and thickness. "And no, not from here, came by ship to planet, with other here."

"You take this?" He asked as he produced another ring such that he had given the man for the spicy food thought this one was worked out of silver rather than platinum and also smaller in both girth and thickness. "And no, not from here, came by ship to planet, with other here."

The man had only seen a ring like that in most jewelry stores. He looked at the ring, fingering it and giving it a bite. He then said with a "harumph," "Well, I don't suppose I can gve you much in the way of change for this. This is a lot you just handed to me, you realize." He then handed the alien a bun, thinking to himself, "Boy, this guy is loaded."

in line Wolf had his arms warped around Lady Lucks waist as she talks to him

"whats it like going into a hot LZ in the first wave of a attack"she just asked him

"well deadly you have AA and SAMs caming at you, other dropships blowning up around the one you are in as all as others as they get hit,then you have fight on the ground when you land" said Wolf putting it into words best he could for her to under stand
"oh"she said back

The line moved up, until they got close to the entrance. Then, the bouncer, recognizing them from before, opened the door and said, "Okay, you can go in."

The club inside was divided into two tiers; the environment itself was relatively dim and furnished with decor that was upscale, though in parts a little tacky with the addition of some random neon and art-deco accoutrements. It was nothing much to look at. The upper tier had an array of tables and booths for patrons to sit at; here, they could dine on fine food and drink to their hearts content (and, as long as they had the cash!), and talk with friends. Some private rooms were also available, for those who wanted to spend time with friends away from the noise, for a nominal fee.

The lower tier was the dance floor itself, a lighted floor with multicolored flashing lights, speakers everywhere, and a stage where musical acts could play. Right now though, a DJ with a turntable stood in the corner, working a mixture of digital music equipment with what seemed to be vinyl records, blaring out blues music that the patrons were slow-dancing to right at this moment. Still, at any moment, techno, R&B/Soul or rock music could come on, and speed things up.

The line moved up, until they got close to the entrance. Then, the bouncer, recognizing them from before, opened the door and said, "Okay, you can go in."

The club inside was divided into two tiers; the environment itself was relatively dim and furnished with decor that was upscale, though in parts a little tacky with the addition of some random neon and art-deco accoutrements. It was nothing much to look at. The upper tier had an array of tables and booths for patrons to sit at; here, they could dine on fine food and drink to their hearts content (and, as long as they had the cash!), and talk with friends. Some private rooms were also available, for those who wanted to spend time with friends away from the noise, for a nominal fee.

The lower tier was the dance floor itself, a lighted floor with multicolored flashing lights, speakers everywhere, and a stage where musical acts could play. Right now though, a DJ with a turntable stood in the corner, working a mixture of digital music equipment with what seemed to be vinyl records, blaring out blues music that the patrons were slow-dancing to right at this moment. Still, at any moment, techno, R&B/Soul or rock music could come on, and speed things up.

"thank you"said Lady Luck to him and they go on

"i'll dance and you watch"said Lady Luck as she turn to Wolf
"well do and i'll order drinks"said Wolf as he walks to the bar and Lady Luck head to dance floor

"one bloodly mary and one whisky"he asked the person behind the bar

A bus stop was not far away. Going on it, they could either go to Little Tokyo, and maybe buy some gadgets, or head to Torrance and visit the MegaMall. All it took was to wait for the Number 2 for Little Tokyo or the Number 5, which would take them south to Torrance.

The Human and Sauron both mulled over the decision, they were looking at the Bus Schedule. They looked at each other for a moment and smiled. They had made their decision, they'd go on the number 2 bus. To little Tokyo...

They waited till the bus arrived and boarded


OOC: Eh, This is Nova Bazalonia in another guise... If you can't tell well, meh.

"thank you"said Lady Luck to him and they go on

"i'll dance and you watch"said Lady Luck as she turn to Wolf
"well do and i'll order drinks"said Wolf as he walks to the bar and Lady Luck head to dance floor

"one bloodly mary and one whisky"he asked the person behind the bar

The bartender bowed, and mixed the right drinks for Wolf. He then handed them up to Wolf, saying, "Here you go. One bloody mary, one whisky."

The Human and Sauron both mulled over the decision, they were looking at the Bus Schedule. They looked at each other for a moment and smiled. They had made their decision, they'd go on the number 2 bus. To little Tokyo...

They waited till the bus arrived and boarded


OOC: Eh, This is Nova Bazalonia in another guise... If you can't tell well, meh.

The bus then drove off, heading west to Little Tokyo. Driving through the traffic and the various parts of the city, the bus stopped in Little Tokyo soon after, letting them off in front of an old statue.

This part of the city was a curious mix of structures. There were ultramodern, Western-style buildings, like the People's Court market and the Coredian Embassy. But in between them were an eclectic mix of Western and Japanese buildings. Buddhist temples, Western style townhouses, and storefronts and restaurants of all sorts could be found here. Still, this was a place to get gadgets, and one could find advertised in many of the storefronts electronics of all sorts.

The bartender bowed, and mixed the right drinks for Wolf. He then handed them up to Wolf, saying, "Here you go. One bloody mary, one whisky."

"thanks"said Wolf as he leave money on the bar,picks up the drinks and move to table to watch Lady Luck from

mm look at them looking at her in that dress Wolf thinks as he looks around

The bus then drove off, heading west to Little Tokyo. Driving through the traffic and the various parts of the city, the bus stopped in Little Tokyo soon after, letting them off in front of an old statue.

This part of the city was a curious mix of structures. There were ultramodern, Western-style buildings, like the People's Court market and the Coredian Embassy. But in between them were an eclectic mix of Western and Japanese buildings. Buddhist temples, Western style townhouses, and storefronts and restaurants of all sorts could be found here. Still, this was a place to get gadgets, and one could find advertised in many of the storefronts electronics of all sorts.

For a minute or two they stood looking at the old statue before starting to move around and start to window shop, at the moment just looking at the window displays looking at things, pointing at them, all without saying a word to each other.

One of the items attracted their attention for longer than usual and they had no idea what it was until they read the label.

The family wandered over to the gift shop, going through the crowds with some care to ensure everyone was together.

Eventually heading into the shop, Ceilia would be impressed by its size. The Dornalians certainly didn't do things by halves, and even the gift shop was as well maintained and kept as the rest of the museum. It was a large structure with two tiers and plenty of things to buy. There were books, novelty stationery, sculptures, trinkets to entertain the kids with such as water pistols and clothing of all kinds, both civilian and military surplus, and other things as well.

Tom and the family then split up to look at the shop. While Lynn remained with Ceilia, Tom took Jane to look at the clothing and the reproduction model ships, perhaps as gifts for relatives. And, Howard could be seen browsing the pencils.

Lynn then turned to Ceilia, and asked, "So, what do you wanna look at first?"

Ceilia was certainly impressed by its size. Gift shops within the Abh Empire were not exactly a common site, at least not in the orbiting towers or mansions in space. Perhaps there were similar sites like these on a few of the planets, but Ceilia had no way of knowing. Everything was a bit foreign to her.

"I believe I will just follow you for now."

"Is?" He asked as it was a rather low, relatively, value item. He took the bun and asked, "Is festival, what celebrating?"

OOC: Posts forthcoming. This week has been tough for me, and looks to get tougher....

Ceilia was certainly impressed by its size. Gift shops within the Abh Empire were not exactly a common site, at least not in the orbiting towers or mansions in space. Perhaps there were similar sites like these on a few of the planets, but Ceilia had no way of knowing. Everything was a bit foreign to her.

"I believe I will just follow you for now."

Lynn then led Ceilia further into the gift shop, motioning for her to come with. Looking around for a bit, she then began browsing the scale models of the ships there. The ships came from a variety of nations across the GFFA, with everything from the Mao Zedong III series of New Dornalia to the Katana ships of the Coredians on display for eager model makers to build. With a curious eye, she picked up a 1:144 scale model of an Abh Whitestar, saying, "Well whaddya know. They have Abh ships here for purchase." Holding it up to Ceilia, she then said, "Looks familiar, eh?"

"Is?" He asked as it was a rather low, relatively, value item. He took the bun and asked, "Is festival, what celebrating?"

OOC: Bear in mind--he is a mere street vendor.

IC:

He then laughed and said, "Well, it is silver. It's pretty darn valuable, I imagine. I know the missus might like one of these." He said the last part, as he held up the ring, examining it in the daytime sun.

He then put the ring away, and said to answer the alien's question, "This is the Chinese cultural festival. Basically, we come here to celebrate our heritage and culture, and to have a little fun as well."

Lady Luck finish dancing and walks to Wolf who just finish his drink as she sit down on his lap and kiss him on the lips
"mm"she Moans as she taste the whisky he just finish on his lips
"there a hot chick that been watching you and me"she said as she picks up her Bloody mary and put's it to her mouth
"well if you think she be for it go ask"said Wolf as she drinks
"i will"Lady Luck said as she place her half full glass back on the table

He simply shrugged at the different standards of wealth and value but perked up at hearing that it was a cultural festival.

"Then is much goodness for that is why I'm here."

He then proceeded to watch the festival and the activities.

For a minute or two they stood looking at the old statue before starting to move around and start to window shop, at the moment just looking at the window displays looking at things, pointing at them, all without saying a word to each other.

One of the items attracted their attention for longer than usual and they had no idea what it was until they read the label.

The label read "Fujikawa Industries Han-Dee Energy Screwdriver." It was an object that according to the box art resembled a wand of some kind, about six inches in length and with an iPod-style interface of some kind on the side. It looked almost like a toy, but the box promised that it could do a variety of things, showing tasks such as cutting pipes and assembling models.

A kindly old Japanese man walked up to the pair, and simply said, "Yup. That's one of our more popular models. The Han-Dee's a fine energy screwdriver--it's got both sonic and laser settings and does a wide variety of tasks. Sonic's good for most tasks, but the laser's for when you really want to get in there and deal with a thorny problem. It can open stuck doors, screw in screws, remove screws, cut pipe, and do a variety of tasks. It really is an excellent multitool. Only drawback is the price. The price is normally ridiculous, costing well over two hundred dollars for some of the classier Han-Dees. This one would normally set you back a hundred bucks at the People's Exchange. Good thing here, at Slightly Mad Larry's, we can get it to you for half the price!"

He simply shrugged at the different standards of wealth and value but perked up at hearing that it was a cultural festival.

"Then is much goodness for that is why I'm here."

He then proceeded to watch the festival and the activities.

The parade of lions went on, as they marched up the street to the tune of cheering and eager crowds. The bunseller nodded, and then turned to sell some buns to another visitor to the festival, leaving the alien to witness the spectacle of Chinese dancers coming up the street, dancing down in a spectacular fashion, accompanying a motorcade which had important looking luminaries in large automobiles going down the street. On the autos were signs, reading the names of the various sponsors of the event, such as "Los Angeles Fire Department," or "Chinese Businessmen's Association." All throughout this, music continued playing, and was soon joined by more firecrackers as well.

Lady Luck finish dancing and walks to Wolf who just finish his drink as she sit down on his lap and kiss him on the lips
"mm"she Moans as she taste the whisky he just finish on his lips
"there a hot chick that been watching you and me"she said as she picks up her Bloody mary and put's it to her mouth
"well if you think she be for it go ask"said Wolf as she drinks
"i will"Lady Luck said as she place her half full glass back on the table

OOC: Rolling with what you put down. Is Lady Luck approaching the table?

IC:

The "hot chick" watching the couple looked at them, quite boredly. Saddled with the responsibility of designated driver, had had nothing so far but virgin daiquiris, but her fellow partygoers, another couple of friends she knew, had been imbibing the local spirits and it began to show somewhat in the fact they took a quick glimpse of what she was looking at, and commented none too subtly.

One of them replied, "Aww...they're cute, Lucy!"

Another said, "I think it's kinda funny.....check out the crazy clothing on that one. What is this, an anime convention?"

Lucy only replied, showing disapproval of her colleagues' comments, "Guys, come on. Maybe its the newest thing from Milan or something. Nothing to sneer at." She generally hated it when her friends did this--making sport of others when buzzed. It wasn't the taunting itsef that got her--it was the fact that when they did it buzzed, suddenly it would become really embarassing for everybody, with loud laughter and comments they'd later regret.

Besides, it looked like the couple, who were dressed in some really fancy, if somewhat odd, clothes, had noticed her. Quick to try and avoid attention to herself, she turned to her friends and said, "Hey, who's up for some more wings!?"

The others nodded and said, "Yeah, sure."

Lynn then led Ceilia further into the gift shop, motioning for her to come with. Looking around for a bit, she then began browsing the scale models of the ships there. The ships came from a variety of nations across the GFFA, with everything from the Mao Zedong III series of New Dornalia to the Katana ships of the Coredians on display for eager model makers to build. With a curious eye, she picked up a 1:144 scale model of an Abh Whitestar, saying, "Well whaddya know. They have Abh ships here for purchase." Holding it up to Ceilia, she then said, "Looks familiar, eh?"

Ceilia sort of grinned. "It is not a bad rendition." She studied the model intently then looked for others.

"There doesn't seem to be much of a variety of Abh ships to purchase. Not that that is a bad thing mind you."

The Abriel princess tapped her chin for a moment while she looked at the models then finally decided to pick up one of the Maos. "I think I'll hold on to this until I decide whether or not I wish to purchase it."

Ceilia sort of grinned. "It is not a bad rendition." She studied the model intently then looked for others.

"There doesn't seem to be much of a variety of Abh ships to purchase. Not that that is a bad thing mind you."

The Abriel princess tapped her chin for a moment while she looked at the models then finally decided to pick up one of the Maos. "I think I'll hold on to this until I decide whether or not I wish to purchase it."

Lynn looked at the shelf differently. With a curious frown and a tap on the chin, she said, "Odd. I thought I saw more Abh ships on the shelf. This is but one side."

Looking on the other side of the shelf, she sure enough, noticed some more Abh models on the other side. She then replied, "Oh yeah. There are some more models over here. Looks like some Shadow Destroyers and a Paryunu. But its not as much as you'd think."

She then shrugged and then said, "Ah well. I suppose as long as you're not pissed about it, I'm fine."

She then picked up the Whitestar, and then began moving over to the books section. She then flipped through a book about Jacinta the Bold, musing over it before deciding to put it back. She then pulled out another book, this one about various kinds of firearms from the members of the GFFA.

The book section had a variety of items, on a variety of media. Everything from traditional paper to datadisks you could read on most media was available for purchase, and it covered a variety of military subjects, some of which would surely be of interest to Ceilia.

The label read "Fujikawa Industries Han-Dee Energy Screwdriver." It was an object that according to the box art resembled a wand of some kind, about six inches in length and with an iPod-style interface of some kind on the side. It looked almost like a toy, but the box promised that it could do a variety of things, showing tasks such as cutting pipes and assembling models.

A kindly old Japanese man walked up to the pair, and simply said, "Yup. That's one of our more popular models. The Han-Dee's a fine energy screwdriver--it's got both sonic and laser settings and does a wide variety of tasks. Sonic's good for most tasks, but the laser's for when you really want to get in there and deal with a thorny problem. It can open stuck doors, screw in screws, remove screws, cut pipe, and do a variety of tasks. It really is an excellent multitool. Only drawback is the price. The price is normally ridiculous, costing well over two hundred dollars for some of the classier Han-Dees. This one would normally set you back a hundred bucks at the People's Exchange. Good thing here, at Slightly Mad Larry's, we can get it to you for half the price!"

"50 Dollars does seem reasonable.""and perhaps Larry should go see someone""If he's mad."

"Ummm, where""do we pay?"

"50 Dollars does seem reasonable.""and perhaps Larry should go see someone""If he's mad."

"Ummm, where""do we pay?"

The old man then laughed. It was clear he had heard that statement for a bit, and said, "Well, ol' Larry finds that a little madness helps draw in the customers. Keeps things interesting, no?"

He then smiled, and extended his hand out to the human half of Kry'tch, saying, "By the way, I'm Larry. Larry Shimoda. And I have heard that one before, but don't worry, I've learned not to get offended. After all, that's jut my business face!"

He then said, coughing and pointing to a desk with a scanner and a cash register, "Oh yes, please do come this way gentlemen, and I can ring that up for you. A wise decision you've made this day...."

OOC: Rolling with what you put down. Is Lady Luck approaching the table?

IC:

The "hot chick" watching the couple looked at them, quite boredly. Saddled with the responsibility of designated driver, had had nothing so far but virgin daiquiris, but her fellow partygoers, another couple of friends she knew, had been imbibing the local spirits and it began to show somewhat in the fact they took a quick glimpse of what she was looking at, and commented none too subtly.

One of them replied, "Aww...they're cute, Lucy!"

Another said, "I think it's kinda funny.....check out the crazy clothing on that one. What is this, an anime convention?"

Lucy only replied, showing disapproval of her colleagues' comments, "Guys, come on. Maybe its the newest thing from Milan or something. Nothing to sneer at." She generally hated it when her friends did this--making sport of others when buzzed. It wasn't the taunting itsef that got her--it was the fact that when they did it buzzed, suddenly it would become really embarassing for everybody, with loud laughter and comments they'd later regret.

Besides, it looked like the couple, who were dressed in some really fancy, if somewhat odd, clothes, had noticed her. Quick to try and avoid attention to herself, she turned to her friends and said, "Hey, who's up for some more wings!?"

The others nodded and said, "Yeah, sure."

OOC hope you guess where it heading and she about to now
IC

"hope she be fun in all ways"said Lady Luck as she got up from Wolf and head over to Lucy

"well hello there seen you looking at me and my lover"said Lady Luck to Lucy now next to her

OOC hope you guess where it heading and she about to now
IC

"hope she be fun in all ways"said Lady Luck as she got up from Wolf and head over to Lucy

"well hello there seen you looking at me and my lover"said Lady Luck to Lucy now next to her

Lucy then looked up and jumped back somewhat. Somewhat surprised by the sudden appearance of this very crazy chick, she could only muster a weak, "Holy crap!"

The others at the table laughed only, saying, "Hey Lucy! Someone's taken a shine to you."

Lucy frowned at her friends, recomposed herself, and coughed. She then said, "Well. If you all must know," she then turned to Lady Luck, adding, "especially you--I was merely curious about that dress you have on here." Straightening herself out, she then said, "For that, I also apologize about the staring. Really. It was rude, and I won't do it again."

The old man then laughed. It was clear he had heard that statement for a bit, and said, "Well, ol' Larry finds that a little madness helps draw in the customers. Keeps things interesting, no?"

He then smiled, and extended his hand out to the human half of Kry'tch, saying, "By the way, I'm Larry. Larry Shimoda. And I have heard that one before, but don't worry, I've learned not to get offended. After all, that's jut my business face!"

He then said, coughing and pointing to a desk with a scanner and a cash register, "Oh yes, please do come this way gentlemen, and I can ring that up for you. A wise decision you've made this day...."

Even though Larry said not to worry about it the two Novaens apologised in unison. they had obviously not gotten used to the terminology, nor some of the perhaps underhanded tricks that could be used.

"So, your only slightly mad because you want people to think you have your prices lower than you should?"

As they followed him over to the cash register and scanner they each ferreted out $25 from their pockets, handing the money over. Goods in exchange for money.

"Thank you, now we do believe it is customary to give a smalk gift of money? Yes?"

Ferreting some more money out they handed the man 5 dollars each, as a tip.

Lynn looked at the shelf differently. With a curious frown and a tap on the chin, she said, "Odd. I thought I saw more Abh ships on the shelf. This is but one side."

Looking on the other side of the shelf, she sure enough, noticed some more Abh models on the other side. She then replied, "Oh yeah. There are some more models over here. Looks like some Shadow Destroyers and a Paryunu. But its not as much as you'd think."

She then shrugged and then said, "Ah well. I suppose as long as you're not pissed about it, I'm fine."

She then picked up the Whitestar, and then began moving over to the books section. She then flipped through a book about Jacinta the Bold, musing over it before deciding to put it back. She then pulled out another book, this one about various kinds of firearms from the members of the GFFA.

The book section had a variety of items, on a variety of media. Everything from traditional paper to datadisks you could read on most media was available for purchase, and it covered a variety of military subjects, some of which would surely be of interest to Ceilia.

"Well our ships are not always that well known to most people which is a good thing at times. It wouldn't be practical to have specifications for Star Forces vessels so readily available that the Galactic Empire or ESUS could sell models in their own stores."

Ceilia followed Lynn around the other side of the book shelf and began filing through different manuscripts and datadisks, reading the different subject headings.

Lucy then looked up and jumped back somewhat. Somewhat surprised by the sudden appearance of this very crazy chick, she could only muster a weak, "Holy crap!"

The others at the table laughed only, saying, "Hey Lucy! Someone's taken a shine to you."

Lucy frowned at her friends, recomposed herself, and coughed. She then said, "Well. If you all must know," she then turned to Lady Luck, adding, "especially you--I was merely curious about that dress you have on here." Straightening herself out, she then said, "For that, I also apologize about the staring. Really. It was rude, and I won't do it again."

"this littie thing it only cost me 60 Imperial USDs and you were looking more then just at my dress" Lady Luck said as she look back at Wolf

Even though Larry said not to worry about it the two Novaens apologised in unison. they had obviously not gotten used to the terminology, nor some of the perhaps underhanded tricks that could be used.

"So, your only slightly mad because you want people to think you have your prices lower than you should?"

As they followed him over to the cash register and scanner they each ferreted out $25 from their pockets, handing the money over. Goods in exchange for money.

"Thank you, now we do believe it is customary to give a smalk gift of money? Yes?"

Ferreting some more money out they handed the man 5 dollars each, as a tip.

Larry transacted the business at hand, taking the combined fifty dollars and printing up a receipt for for their screwdriver. That part he was used to. The tip, not so much; he laughed and said, "Well I'll be darned. A tip? I've never gotten a tip before."

The unexpected gesture caused the old man to scratch his head, smiling and shaking his head. He then regained his composure and said, handing the money back to the Novaens with a smile, "Boys, not to be impolite, but I don't usually take tips, and I don't intend to start now. For me, it's a matter of not taking too much money from my customer. Go on, and use that money for something nice, ya hear?"

"Well our ships are not always that well known to most people which is a good thing at times. It wouldn't be practical to have specifications for Star Forces vessels so readily available that the Galactic Empire or ESUS could sell models in their own stores."

Ceilia followed Lynn around the other side of the book shelf and began filing through different manuscripts and datadisks, reading the different subject headings.

Some of the datadisks and manuscripts Ceilia would no doubt find were Jane's-type guides on the New Dornalian Navy, as well as the other navies of the GFFA. Naturally, most of the data on the Abh fleet proved somewhat speculative, owing to the secretive nature of their navy. Others were historical works, covering topics related to New Dornalia. These included the war against the United Mankind, known in New Dornalia as Torusumi's War after the commander of the conflict, a companion guide to the exhibit they had seen earlier on Jacinta the Bold, and a memoir by a survivor of Mirfak.

"this littie thing it only cost me 60 Imperial USDs and you were looking more then just at my dress" Lady Luck said as she look back at Wolf

Lucy raised an eyebrow at the first part of Luck's statement, clearly impressed by the pricing: "Sixty bucks? A dress like that, sixty bucks? That's a damned good deal." But when she heard the second part, she replied, her tone growing suspicious of this somewhat odd newcomer: "Really? And how would you know?"

She kept her opinion to herself, but she knew that if she was reading this newcomer right, Lucy knew she didn't swing that way...

Lucy raised an eyebrow at the first part of Luck's statement, clearly impressed by the pricing: "Sixty bucks? A dress like that, sixty bucks? That's a damned good deal." But when she heard the second part, she replied, her tone growing suspicious of this somewhat odd newcomer: "Really? And how would you know?"

She kept her opinion to herself, but she knew that if she was reading this newcomer right, Lucy knew she didn't swing that way...

"just luckly"said Lady Luck as she watchs Wolf go for another drink at the bar

"as you are not the only woman looking at that handsome man i'am with or just at my dress"said Lady Luck

Lucy then laughed to try and defuse the situation. She then said with some trepidation, "Well, okay. I admit, your friend caught my attention too. Is he part of some kind of military? I don't recognize the dress blues."

Larry transacted the business at hand, taking the combined fifty dollars and printing up a receipt for for their screwdriver. That part he was used to. The tip, not so much; he laughed and said, "Well I'll be darned. A tip? I've never gotten a tip before."

The unexpected gesture caused the old man to scratch his head, smiling and shaking his head. He then regained his composure and said, handing the money back to the Novaens with a smile, "Boys, not to be impolite, but I don't usually take tips, and I don't intend to start now. For me, it's a matter of not taking too much money from my customer. Go on, and use that money for something nice, ya hear?"

"Uh, thank you." They were obviously both confused, if he was mad, was he mad enough to lie about never receiving a tip? Was he telling the truth that his madness was some kind of gimmick. He didn't seem that mad but it was very hard to tell. They came to an unspoken conclusion. "We are confused about the application of the custom of tipping. In what circumstances are we to tip and what circumstances shouldn't we tip?"

Some of the datadisks and manuscripts Ceilia would no doubt find were Jane's-type guides on the New Dornalian Navy, as well as the other navies of the GFFA. Naturally, most of the data on the Abh fleet proved somewhat speculative, owing to the secretive nature of their navy. Others were historical works, covering topics related to New Dornalia. These included the war against the United Mankind, known in New Dornalia as Torusumi's War after the commander of the conflict, a companion guide to the exhibit they had seen earlier on Jacinta the Bold, and a memoir by a survivor of Mirfak.

The work covering the United Mankind caught her attention immediatly. She was not old enough to have experienced either part of the war with the United Mankind. In Abh history there had been two wars, the Great and the minor. The greater United Mankind war was fought ages ago back when the Empire was still whole and at the verge of its greatness. None were alive now to recall fighting or remembering the war. The second war was when the Gaians experienced their own small version of what the United Mankind was capable of when someone was assassinated in their home. It proved to be the last time the United Mankind would ever try to surface again.

Ceilia decided to pick up the copy for herself. She knew Abhs that had fought in that war and talk about it often. Perhaps it would be a way for her to connect with them on another level. Especially with Keirn've. He always seemed to avoid her questioning and was not resceptive to spending time with her. It was a fact that was hard on the young Abriel and one she didn't understand fully.

"Hey Lynn. Do you having any personal hobbies?"

"Hey Lynn. Do you having any personal hobbies?"

Lynn adjusted her glasses and then said, "Hmm....well, I have a few. I play video games, I collect models. I read. I write short stories."

She then raised her finger up and said, "Oh, and I really love the HoloNet show The Daring Doctor. It's a good medical drama about a brilliant doctor who has to solve mysterious illnesses and win the love of his life, every week."

"Uh, thank you." They were obviously both confused, if he was mad, was he mad enough to lie about never receiving a tip? Was he telling the truth that his madness was some kind of gimmick. He didn't seem that mad but it was very hard to tell. They came to an unspoken conclusion. "We are confused about the application of the custom of tipping. In what circumstances are we to tip and what circumstances shouldn't we tip?"

Larry then said, "Well. It sounds like you boys aren't from around here. No worries, I'll straighten it out as best as I can--though I can't say I'm Miss Manners."

He then walked up to them and said, "In New Dornalia, we tip people who serve our food, people who cut our hair, and those who generally perform services for us, like cook. You generally don't tip cashiers and those in retail, as well as those in the medical and funeral professions. Other than that, I'm not sure."

Lucy then laughed to try and defuse the situation. She then said with some trepidation, "Well, okay. I admit, your friend caught my attention too. Is he part of some kind of military? I don't recognize the dress blues."

"he head of the military for he is the emperor and what he wearing is the dark gray of the army with blood red insignia pips"

Larry then said, "Well. It sounds like you boys aren't from around here. No worries, I'll straighten it out as best as I can--though I can't say I'm Miss Manners."

He then walked up to them and said, "In New Dornalia, we tip people who serve our food, people who cut our hair, and those who generally perform services for us, like cook. You generally don't tip cashiers and those in retail, as well as those in the medical and funeral professions. Other than that, I'm not sure."

Boy these people were strange "Miss Manners?" they would hope not after he was a man after all, or perhaps they were wrong about that. Alot about this place confused them and it was hard for them sometimes to make heads nor tails out of the situation, but that is why they were there to gain the insight about other cultures so that the Novaen people could work hand in hand with them, they may not be one but never the less they can be unified together through common goals.

"Thank you for what insight you have been able to provide, you have been very kind to us. Please come and visit us on Nova if you have the time. They presented him with a card with a type of address to contact them using the PD. Though whether it worked fully was another matter together.

They continued down the street looking and browsing around taking note of interesting products but they would not buy anything else.

The parade of lions went on, as they marched up the street to the tune of cheering and eager crowds. The bunseller nodded, and then turned to sell some buns to another visitor to the festival, leaving the alien to witness the spectacle of Chinese dancers coming up the street, dancing down in a spectacular fashion, accompanying a motorcade which had important looking luminaries in large automobiles going down the street. On the autos were signs, reading the names of the various sponsors of the event, such as "Los Angeles Fire Department," or "Chinese Businessmen's Association." All throughout this, music continued playing, and was soon joined by more firecrackers as well.

After a while of watching the celebration, he continued down the street heading toward the 'port. His time on the planet was coming to a close.

Lynn adjusted her glasses and then said, "Hmm....well, I have a few. I play video games, I collect models. I read. I write short stories."

She then raised her finger up and said, "Oh, and I really love the HoloNet show The Daring Doctor. It's a good medical drama about a brilliant doctor who has to solve mysterious illnesses and win the love of his life, every week."

Ceilia picked at a couple of the discs, not liking anyone in particular. There was a rather personal question she wanted to get to, but knew it was not the most proper. Still, there was no Grand Chamberlain present. "And...do you have a love?"

"he head of the military for he is the emperor and what he wearing is the dark gray of the army with blood red insignia pips"

Lucy's jaw dropped, as she then said, "No. Way."

He pointed at Wolf again, and in an agitated manner, said in a hushed tone, "You mean he's an Emperor? I'm sitting in the presence of royalty?!"

After a while of watching the celebration, he continued down the street heading toward the 'port. His time on the planet was coming to a close.

Along the way, the Alien would notice a metro stop, leading after several stops, to the Spaceport.

Ceilia picked at a couple of the discs, not liking anyone in particular. There was a rather personal question she wanted to get to, but knew it was not the most proper. Still, there was no Grand Chamberlain present. "And...do you have a love?"

Lynn blushed at the mention. Did she? Well there was Roy over at school, but that was more of a crush than a love....it was like he saw her, but only thought of her as a friend. She wanted to take the relationship further, but he was somewhat oblivious....she gulped at the question, frantically trying to answer it in a way Ceilia could understand.

She eventually blurted out, "Umm....there'sthisguythatIreallylikebutwe'rejustfriendsrightnow! Yeah! his name is Roy...."

Lucy's jaw dropped, as she then said, "No. Way."

He pointed at Wolf again, and in an agitated manner, said in a hushed tone, "You mean he's an Emperor? I'm sitting in the presence of royalty?!"

"yes you are"said Lady Luck as she watch Wolf play a hand of pazaak

Lynn blushed at the mention. Did she? Well there was Roy over at school, but that was more of a crush than a love....it was like he saw her, but only thought of her as a friend. She wanted to take the relationship further, but he was somewhat oblivious....she gulped at the question, frantically trying to answer it in a way Ceilia could understand.

She eventually blurted out, "Umm....there'sthisguythatIreallylikebutwe'rejustfriendsrightnow! Yeah! his name is Roy...."

Ceilia looked completely confused at the fast paced rambling of Lynn. Her pointed ears drooped as she tried to interpret. "You have feelings for him buthe doesn't return them?"

While spotting the transit stops, he choose not to board and continued to stroll along the sidewalk as he headed back to the 'port. Not being in a great hurry nor having much concern for expidency helped a great deal to relax.

Ceilia looked completely confused at the fast paced rambling of Lynn. Her pointed ears drooped as she tried to interpret. "You have feelings for him buthe doesn't return them?"

Sheepishly, she scratches her head and goes, "Uh..........." for at least five seconds. The tension is palpable, the worry is there and Ceilia would obviously be able to sense some kind of hesitation on Lynn's part to answer the question. Eventually, she stopped scratching her head and then regained her confidence. Ceasing to drag her words out, she then said, "I suppose you could say that. I mean, we're friends, but he just doesn't understand I want to be more than that."

"Thank you for what insight you have been able to provide, you have been very kind to us. Please come and visit us on Nova if you have the time. They presented him with a card with a type of address to contact them using the PD. Though whether it worked fully was another matter together.

They continued down the street looking and browsing around taking note of interesting products but they would not buy anything else.

Larry accepted the business card and shook their hands, saying, "Thanks, guys. It was a pleasure doing business with you." He looked at the address as they left; it was a Novaen PD address. Somewhat accessible by Dornalian methods, Larry had the right electronics to be able to contact these guys again, should the need arise. After all, he did own an electronics shop, and got stuff in from pretty much anywhere.

As for wandering the streets, the Novaens would no doubt come upon a variety of objects. However, they would also probably meet some interesting people. As they reached the corner, a Buddhist priest from a nearby temple kept walking on a daily stroll, and not noticing the team nearly bumped into Kry'tch and Kry'tch. He then bowed, apologized, and kept moving on.

"yes you are"said Lady Luck as she watch Wolf play a hand of pazaak

Lucy's eyes widened, and she then said, with a joking manner: "Well tell me then. What is the Emperor of your nation doing in a simple little juke joint like this? I imagine he would usually prefer higher class destinations, like the opera, or the ballet--not a nightclub."

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Lucy's eyes widened, and she then said, with a joking manner: "Well tell me then. What is the Emperor of your nation doing in a simple little juke joint like this? I imagine he would usually prefer higher class destinations, like the opera, or the ballet--not a nightclub."

"he too much of a soldier to fit in at high class destinations and he finds opera and the ballet boring and be much more happy in bar with troops or with his wifes"said Lady Luck

Larry accepted the business card and shook their hands, saying, "Thanks, guys. It was a pleasure doing business with you." He looked at the address as they left; it was a Novaen PD address. Somewhat accessible by Dornalian methods, Larry had the right electronics to be able to contact these guys again, should the need arise. After all, he did own an electronics shop, and got stuff in from pretty much anywhere.

As for wandering the streets, the Novaens would no doubt come upon a variety of objects. However, they would also probably meet some interesting people. As they reached the corner, a Buddhist priest from a nearby temple kept walking on a daily stroll, and not noticing the team nearly bumped into Kry'tch and Kry'tch. He then bowed, apologized, and kept moving on.

They both bowed to the priest before themselves apologising, after going one more block they stopped and paused making sure that they were out of the way. They decided to return back to their hotel it had been a reasonable day for them and they would have no idea the implications of an action they had taken today would make for the future.

While spotting the transit stops, he choose not to board and continued to stroll along the sidewalk as he headed back to the 'port. Not being in a great hurry nor having much concern for expidency helped a great deal to relax.

As he walked by, the sun began to set, casting an orangey hue upon the sky. The people were still walking by, and the autos and buses still honked with activity, as people were going home for the day.

A homeless man, a comparatively rare sight in a nation with an extensive economic and social safety net, walked up to the alien and asked him, "Can you spare a dime?"

Sheepishly, she scratches her head and goes, "Uh..........." for at least five seconds. The tension is palpable, the worry is there and Ceilia would obviously be able to sense some kind of hesitation on Lynn's part to answer the question. Eventually, she stopped scratching her head and then regained her confidence. Ceasing to drag her words out, she then said, "I suppose you could say that. I mean, we're friends, but he just doesn't understand I want to be more than that."

Ceilia could understand Lynn's feelings though hers were slightly more reserved. She did care about someone, an Abh that was older than her but she still cared for him regardless. Her problem was that she was afraid this particular Abh cared for someone else.

"I see. Have you ever thought about telling him you would want to be more than friends?"

"What is a dime?" He replied with a curious tilt to his head while his crystalline friend floated to the other side of the homeless man.

"What is a dime?" He replied with a curious tilt to his head while his crystalline friend floated to the other side of the homeless man.

The homeless man looked the alien, and said pleadingly, "A dime!? You know, ten cents?!"

He then got up and advanced towards the aliens, pleading, "Please, man. Anything. I'm out on the street, I ain't got nothin', no ID, no address, nothin' to get the government check with. Could you help a man out?"

Ceilia could understand Lynn's feelings though hers were slightly more reserved. She did care about someone, an Abh that was older than her but she still cared for him regardless. Her problem was that she was afraid this particular Abh cared for someone else.

"I see. Have you ever thought about telling him you would want to be more than friends?"

Lynn looked about and said, "Well...I've thought about it. But I haven't been very good with that sort of thing. I mean, I'm not that good at that sort of thing."

She smiles sheepishly, finishing with, "I kinda tend to freeze up when I try."

Ceilia almost lets the matter drop realizing that it is a touchy subject. However, Abriels have a tendency of being a bit persistent in their questioning. "I can understand your fear but just remember. The male species can be just as fidgety around us so their is nothing to truly be afraid of."

With that, the Abriel lets it go to give Lynn her peace while she scans the remaining racks.

"No, not really." Came the reply as the terms used were quite a bit different from his, limited, experiance with the language. "Happy make you this?" He enquired as he held out a small silvery white metallic ring to the man. "And have you not stuff you want why?"