NationStates Jolt Archive

Year: 6000 ARC
Location: Kimpita Control

Nation Status:
Huntaer: - 87.5% casualties

Huntarian System - Destroyed
Corisair Sector - Destroyed
Dirkat Sector - Destroyed
Quithat Sector - Destroyed
Aewoa Sector - Conquered
Vrithal Sector - Conqured
Eldita Sector - Conqured
Shiak Sector - In Process

New Dornalia - In progress
Earth: All major cities destroyed
Strong Hold in major systems and sectors

The Twelve Colonies: Destroyed

CoreWorlds: Unknown


The Resistance group is shrinking. We are almost done conquering the Huntarian Systems and the Dornalian Systems. The Remnants of the Colonies are nothing to be concerned with right now. It would seem that the promise you have made all those years ago to the Cylons.

They may be shrinking, but their moral has just increased. It is rumored that they have created a weapon which has proven fatal to our armies. Some sort of a virus weapon which is designed to neutralize all neural activity in our troop's brains. Including our own models. But I will see my promise completed.

This is indeed grave news. It may be the end of us all.

Then we must prevent the weapon from going online.

How? I've read reports that the Dornalians have just tested it against our forces in New Kazakhstan. It is rumored that Travis and Jukassa have rallied a group of troops in various Huntarian and Coredian territories to use this weapon on our stations in those. It won't be long before they totally annihilate us.

Stop being the negative nancy already mmk? I have already devised a strategy which will disable them totally for when you even make your move after the Dark Crusade ends.

How?

Our technician slaves have created a new device with the help from your Cylon toys. We have created a time portal which can send us to any time frame in the past. We can virtually send in any troop which we wish. None of our technologies or clothing can go through though. We can stop the Resistance Leaders while they're still children, and end the resistance before it even starts.

Isn't that a plot line from an earth movie or a holonovel I have recently activated? I swear, I think it was about machines from the future who try to stop a resistance leader from being born.

Sounds like a plan. We must start ASAP if we wish to end this chaotic mess.

Just got a disturbing report from our long range scans. It looks as though temporal choniton particles have increased in a system near the Alliance's Territories by 1000%. It looks as though they have already came up with that idea.

Then we must move now. Who volunteers to go through the portal?

I will go in as disguise as one of their Councilors who dies in the Dark Crusade. They will never know what hit them.

Then it is agreed. As our leader, I hereby call this meeting adjourned. We shall meet same time tomorrow afternoon.
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Present Day

Jukassa ran into the Alliance's Hospital wing. He heard that an unknown man has just arrived looking for him. While his master, Blashka, has agreed to let him go another Councilor had forbidden him to. This was Councilor Riddikor (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/Huntaer/Malkir%20and%20Kirtir/MalkirCouncilorRiddikor.jpg), one of the Alliance's leading members against the Coredians. And for some reason has picked up an interest in Jukassa's activities ever since that lightning storm hit their base nearly three months ago. Though thanks to Blashka's ties as one of the few surviving Malkir Masters in the old Republic, Jukassa got to go.

They already say this man is insane. Sergeant Major Travin (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/Huntaer/Malkir%20and%20Kirtir/909.jpg) claimed that he was from the future, roughly two thousand years from now where some weird AI has taken a strong hold of huntarian territories as well as three other Nations. Jukassa found it funny that someone with that mentality would want to see him. But never mind to that. The young apprentice ran down the dark corridors of the hospital wing where he thought he heard the noise of foot steps behind him. He turned around and looked down the corridor.

"Hello?" No answer. Jukassa picked up his pace again and then heard the noise again. This time, he swore that he heard the sound of Riddikor's boots clanging against the floor. "Riddikor, is that you? Blashka and the other Councilors said I can go you know. Stop following me." Still nothing. Jukassa sighed and continued to walk towards the Sergeant's room. This time however, there was no mistake in the sound of a gun being loaded and the sound of heavy boots clanging against the floor. He turned around again, this time swearing that he saw a pair of red eyes glaring out at him from the corner of the hallway behind him. He turned around and sprinted back to where he was going. When he reached the room he was suppose to go in, no one was there...

Commissariat of Science, Los Angeles, CA, Earth SSR

"So, Grace. How's things going today?"

"Not much, Doc. Why?"

Dr. Jones was, as usual, working on his pet Gracie unit and chatting her up as he performed daily diagnostics and made recommendations to his staff for future changes. It was a ritual he did, partially because the Commissariat required progress reports, and it also was a good method of testing aberrancies, but also because he liked talking to the girl. She was his daughter, or something like her, after all. Not that she could replace the original Grace Macihilwane Jones, killed in the car accident.

But ah well. Dr. Jones ran the debugging program he used to check Gracie's code, and meanwhile chatted her up, saying, "Oh, nothing. Just here to perform your daily physical." Gracie chuckled and replied, "Ah yes. That. So, what do we talk about today? The weather? The news? How today's music groups suck compared to those of yesteryear? You're lucky I've got a HoloNet reciever and connection in here, so I can keep up with current times and all those myriad subjects you want me to discuss."

Dr. Jones then replied, with a smile, "My dear, I was thinking we'd discuss..." Putting his finger up to his lips, he then said, "...Food."

"Very funny." Gracie then looked at Dr. Jones with a slight frown, and her avatar folded its arms. "You know I can't eat, right?" Jones then chuckled, and then said, "My dear....you asked to talk about something. If anything, its your fault." To that, Gracie pointed at Jones and said with a smile, "Let's not get wrapped up in the blame game, Doc. That's never helped anybody."

Dr. Jones smiled, and made some notes. This looked like a good day.

Kobol (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0HHDVY8Yno)

Two thousand years from now.

Kobol, the birthplace of humanity, the planet where my father was born, his people, his nations, the planet once the home of his gods, cursed by them, now was humanities last unblemished refuge. It was not always this way, but I guess it is true what they say. “What has happened before, will happen again.”

I remember the wars, the terrible time of suffering, the death of this place, the fall of the colonies. It was terrible, yet beautiful. The Colonies had been dying since their first contact. Overzealous as humans are, they struck out, against each other, lost with out their guiding principles. Treaties were formed, then broken, as invasion after invasion came for them. First was the Civil War, and the rule of Cain.

As terrible and ruthless of a person as she was, she did hold the colonies together. She commanded respect, she had honor, and she never broke her word. That with the combined might of the Empire, The Chronosians, The Balroggans, the Godulans, and the Telrosians, rebuilt the nation to it’s former glory. That was the good time, and it only cost eleven billion lives.

Then came the Coredian wars, the once favored ally, that wished since the civil war to find any reason for invasion, hoping and praying for it. Then it came, Admiral Hallen, consumed by the faith and madness of the Chaos gods struck out at the Coredian Empire. The war was terrible, allies formed, and were broken. The Godulans, ever the friend of the colonies, yet unable to intervine directly aided the colonies with weapons and armor.

The Balroggans, the most honorable race in this galaxy, even the Sith Lord Atrox, ever my friend, aided the colonies, as did the Telrosians, however reluctant they were in defense of the Colonies. Yet still the noble Ascendency, the honorable Ta’Nar, and the wise Avatars, held their worlds together. The war was terrifying. Colonial Battlestars blazed in the void, as Telrosian, Balroggan, the thirteenth colony and the Coredian vessels burned in horrific fires. The lives lost were terrifying. Still though this was not the end, however it was the beginning.

Next came the Abh wars, the Abh furious over the treatment of Jessyka, embolden by the noble idea of retaking the Colonies, joined with the Colonial Reminant fleet in an all out attack against the colonies. Once again the skies burned, the planets bombarded, and the Colonial race pushed even closer to extinction. Only three hundred million of us remained. Yet still we pushed on, every day seemed to bring a new enemy, even allies seemed to be covertly desiring our deaths, and still they struggled, still they sacrificed, still they died, and still they lived.

Then it came. The colonies, after so many battles, after so many reconstructions, even with the Godulan resurrection ability, grew too few, began to grow too weak. They turned to their enemy in spirit, and created not out of luxury but necessity, the first AI since my mother.

What choice did they have, every day brought more and more death to the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. Only their home territory of Kobol itself survived and persisted. While her colonies died slowly, she herself, the cursed woman grew in power and strength. Too remote to be located easily, the curse keeping those away who knew better, she began to shine, her former glory slowly began to be restored.

Years passed, and the Colonies began to rejoice. War seemed at an end, as the government changed hands dozens of times, each time with a new invader. For the first time since the colonies found life out there, there was true peace. However it was the calm before the storm.

Then, she came, my mother, my aunts, my uncles, emboldened by their success against other nations, returned to where it all began. The war was horrifying. The cylons, with their new model number thirteen began a massive invasion. The war was over before it began. The new solders, turned against humanity, as the ships to protect the planets turned their guns on their homes. In the end there was nothing left. Just nuclear ash. No one survived, but myself, my brother, and my sister.

Not even the eternal allies could save us, from the onslaught, it was too quick, too overwhelming, too devastating.

So here I sit, now the ruler of the last true remnant of the Colonies, the Empress of Kobol. They call me a queen, but I am not royalty. Some think I am a goddess, but that is not true. I am the same as I always have been. I am Hera.

Others of Colonial blood exist. Those in White Diamond, although those who choose to stay have long forgotten their roots. Those in the Farstars, too isolated to know of anything. The only real Colonials that are left, are we here at Kobol. For two thousand years, we have stood by our brothers in space, my sisters of other nations. We have aided them when we could. While the last of Kobol's colonies, Earth, burned we fought to save her. While the Coreworlds suffered their onslaughts, I kept my promise to the long dead Emily Rydo. I am protecting what she loved so much. Her people, with my ships and guns, we took in as many that wanted to come but still it was not enough.

Here is the last planet of humanity that so far has been safe. So far has been restored to the glory she once had, and above all else has been kept safe. Kobol.

A young eighteen year old woman took the small blue pyrimad out of her hands, as she opened her eyes from her mediation. She exhaled, as her heart ached for all that had occured. Her mother boxed, her father dead, her family abandoned her. All she had left was her brothers, and her sisters. Victoria, and Paul, on earth, daughters of Gracie, fighting on against their aunt Imperius. The Children of Coredia, still fought on. Nick, ever the pain in her ass, yet still lovable, waited on Kobol, as did her favorite, Athena.

She placed her hands on her lap, as she meditated. Hours passed until a sudden knock on the door. She sighed, as she got up. Slowly she reached for the handle, as a man in a black uniform stood in front of her and saluted. “Mistress.” he said. The woman looked to him, “Yes.”

“We have arrived at Kobol.”

“I know has the sacrifice been done?”

“Not yet.”

“It has now.” Hera said, as she shoved her dagger into the man’s heart. His mouth began to gurgle blood, as his chest cavity began to light up, so brightly that you could see his interior skeleton.

“It is not personal, but any return to Kobol must be paid for in blood. It will not be mine.” she said coldly, as the body slid gently off her blade. As the dagger exited his chest cavity, a small stream of black smoke, rose to the heavens.

Moments later, the ship landed, Hera exited the vessel, and began to look around at the new restored City of the gods. Waiting for her, was a twenty year old blond hair girl, who wore a black trench coat and carried a light saber. The other, was a man, about twenty two years old, carrying an Abh portable pike. Hera smiled to them as she ran up to each of them, hugging Athena. “It is so great to see you.” she said to Athena. She then turned to Nick, as he held out his hand. “No chick moments.” he said with a smile.

Hera laughed, “as much as I hate this planet, it is damn good to see you again.” she replied to her brother and sister.

Athena smiled, “How was your meeting with Emperor Massaki.” she asked, her eyes as yellow as the sun, her skin as pale as marble.

Hera sighed, “As good as any meeting with a Massaki can be.”

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Present day

The Third of God's Generation (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB5OgidhfLQ)

Hera waited outside the room to the Jedi Chambers. She was tired, her sister cried at all hours of the night, wanting food, burping, diapers changed, or just attention. Still though as she held her sister Athena in her arms, the two month old infant, she felt peace, she knew true love.

Hera stuck her hand on Athena’s stomach, “Tickle, Tickle.” she said in a soft voice, as the infant looked up to Hera and smiled. Athena was her peace, she was her salvation.

Slowly the doors opened up, as a Shinobi walked out. He glared at the pair, offering no words, only his hand gesturing towards the door. Hera looked up to him, she could feel his hate but she did not care. She could only feel love, from her sister.

Hera stood up, wearing a purple long sleeved tee-shirt, and a pair of worn out jeans. The only weapon she adorned was the lightsaber given to her by Master Hawkins. She kept her head lowered, focusing on her sister, as she walked in the Chamber doors. What fate the Massaki’s had for her was irrelevant, as long as she had her sister. Athena, was the only person ever, that Hera loved so much that she would break any and all promises for. If need be she would destroy the galaxy to preserve the infant, for a single day. Hera was Athena's sister, but loved Athena like a mother.

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Los Angeles, Earth SSR

Dr. Sarah Godfrey, and Dr. Sharon Christianson walked into the Gracie lab, their hands full of folders. Work was never ending, as the asian and the blond woman began to walk through security. It was one of those days, first day on the job at the Gracie lab, as a technician, and already they were five minutes late. Damn the LA traffic.

Los Angeles, Earth SSR

Dr. Sarah Godfrey, and Dr. Sharon Christianson walked into the Gracie lab, their hands full of folders. Work was never ending, as the asian and the blond woman began to walk through security. It was one of those days, first day on the job at the Gracie lab, as a technician, and already they were five minutes late. Damn the LA traffic.

Commissariat of Science, LA, Earth SSR

Their supervisor, a stern, old, crusty, large and neutrotic Italian named Tintorelli, looked at them and said, with a glare that could cut them both in two, "You're late. I was expecting you five minutes earlier!" Waving their papers in front of them, he thrust two large packets at the pair, saying, "Here's your manuals, your security protocols, your Non Disclosure Agreements and other stuff. Fill out the forms, and hand them to me."

He then waved frantically and said, "Quickly! You've wasted enough time!"

Commissariat of Science, Los Angeles, CA, Earth SSR

"So, Grace. How's things going today?"

"Not much, Doc. Why?"

Dr. Jones was, as usual, working on his pet Gracie unit and chatting her up as he performed daily diagnostics and made recommendations to his staff for future changes. It was a ritual he did, partially because the Commissariat required progress reports, and it also was a good method of testing aberrancies, but also because he liked talking to the girl. She was his daughter, or something like her, after all. Not that she could replace the original Grace Macihilwane Jones, killed in the car accident.

But ah well. Dr. Jones ran the debugging program he used to check Gracie's code, and meanwhile chatted her up, saying, "Oh, nothing. Just here to perform your daily physical." Gracie chuckled and replied, "Ah yes. That. So, what do we talk about today? The weather? The news? How today's music groups suck compared to those of yesteryear? You're lucky I've got a HoloNet reciever and connection in here, so I can keep up with current times and all those myriad subjects you want me to discuss."

Dr. Jones then replied, with a smile, "My dear, I was thinking we'd discuss..." Putting his finger up to his lips, he then said, "...Food."

"Very funny." Gracie then looked at Dr. Jones with a slight frown, and her avatar folded its arms. "You know I can't eat, right?" Jones then chuckled, and then said, "My dear....you asked to talk about something. If anything, its your fault." To that, Gracie pointed at Jones and said with a smile, "Let's not get wrapped up in the blame game, Doc. That's never helped anybody."

Dr. Jones smiled, and made some notes. This looked like a good day.

A tall white male (http://www.artshole.co.uk/arts/artists/ella/Leon%20Morley/Sin-City-(Pencil).jpg) walked into Dr. Jones's office, dressed in a black leather suit, T-shirt and pants. He quickly scanned the room as though he were looking for someone. He slowly walked up to the receptionist's desk, "is this Dr. Jones's office?"
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Jukassa was worried. The fact that no one was there to greet him was alarming. Curious as to why there were no nurses in the immediate area, the young boy slowly walked into the room. Weird... He found the bed covers thrown onto the floor, as though someone had left in a hurry. As he walked further into the room, he noticed an odd smell coming from the bathrooms. Of course bathrooms always smelt funny, but this was particularly odd. Almost like the smell of... Ewww... Who did this!? Jukassa found the bodies of three dead nurses sprawled across the floor, covered in blood. Jukassa turned around, only to face the lower half of who appeared to be Councilor Riddikor. The man grabbed Jukassa by the throat and tossed him out the door and into the hallway. Instantly realising that this was indeed not the Councilor he and the others knew, he could tell he was in serious trouble unless someone came to rescue him then and there. The man withdrew a gun, loaded it and turned on the laser pointer. Jukassa screamed and closed his eyes, waiting for the bullet to come.

A shot rang out.

A tall white male (http://www.artshole.co.uk/arts/artists/ella/Leon%20Morley/Sin-City-(Pencil).jpg) walked into Dr. Jones's office, dressed in a black leather suit, T-shirt and pants. He quickly scanned the room as though he were looking for someone. He slowly walked up to the receptionist's desk, "is this Dr. Jones's office?"

The receptionist then looked up, saying in an impaitent voice, "Yes, but he's busy right now. Can I help you?"

The man withdrew a gun and fired three shots at the receptionist. After that, he proceeded onwards behind the receptionist and walked towards the room where Dr. Jones and Gracie were having their morning diagnostics.

The man withdrew a gun and fired three shots at the receptionist. After that, he proceeded onwards behind the receptionist and walked towards the room where Dr. Jones and Gracie were having their morning diagnostics.

Dr. Jones heard the shots, and then opened his cabinet. Pulling out his state-mandated shotgun, a Mossberg 500, he then sighed and said, "Damn....I'm a pacifist. Why the hell do I have to use a gun?!" Gracie simply facepalmed, and said, "Why the fuck should I know, Doctor?! You're the one with it!" Doctor Jones then said, "Excuse me, Grace," and then shut off the computer, unplugging it from all the connections and then putting it into storage. He then searched about, and then found the grate under his desk. Using the butt of his gun, he opened it and then crawled into the duct, out of the room. Fortunately, he wasn't too big....

Present day

The Third of God's Generation (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YB5OgidhfLQ)

Hera waited outside the room to the Jedi Chambers. She was tired, her sister cried at all hours of the night, wanting food, burping, diapers changed, or just attention. Still though as she held her sister Athena in her arms, the two month old infant, she felt peace, she knew true love.

Hera stuck her hand on Athena’s stomach, “Tickle, Tickle.” she said in a soft voice, as the infant looked up to Hera and smiled. Athena was her peace, she was her salvation.

Slowly the doors opened up, as a Shinobi walked out. He glared at the pair, offering no words, only his hand gesturing towards the door. Hera looked up to him, she could feel his hate but she did not care. She could only feel love, from her sister.

Hera stood up, wearing a purple long sleeved tee-shirt, and a pair of worn out jeans. The only weapon she adorned was the lightsaber given to her by Master Hawkins. She kept her head lowered, focusing on her sister, as she walked in the Chamber doors. What fate the Massaki’s had for her was irrelevant, as long as she had her sister. Athena, was the only person ever, that Hera loved so much that she would break any and all promises for. If need be she would destroy the galaxy to preserve the infant, for a single day. Hera was Athena's sister, but loved Athena like a mother.


Another man (http://www.backcountryoutlet.com/images/newsletter/1271.jpg) walked up to the front part of Athena's apartment. This one was slightly shorter than the others, big biker beard and like the others he also wore a black leather jacket, T-shirt, and pants. He quickly scans for the address of the people who lived there, seeing Hera's name on the list and her apartment's number. Any dogs which are in the immediate vicinity would immediately start barking up a storm.



Dr. Jones heard the shots, and then opened his cabinet. Pulling out his state-mandated shotgun, a Mossberg 500, he then sighed and said, "Damn....I'm a pacifist. Why the hell do I have to use a gun?!" Gracie simply facepalmed, and said, "Why the fuck should I know, Doctor?! You're the one with it!" Doctor Jones then said, "Excuse me, Grace," and then shut off the computer, unplugging it from all the connections and then putting it into storage. He then searched about, and then found the grate under his desk. Using the butt of his gun, he opened it and then crawled into the duct, out of the room. Fortunately, he wasn't too big....

The man fired three more times at Dr. Jones's office window and smashed it open. When he found no one in there, including any computers, he began to scan the room. Looking for any open hatches, or possible hidden doorways he eventually wanders to Dr. Jones's desk. The man peered down and found a hatch open. While h was a bit bigger than the hatch it didn't matter to him. He took his hands and pulled the two sides apart, making the space bigger for him to crawl in. He proceeded downward and continued his pursuit on Dr. Jones.

The man fired three more times at Dr. Jones's office window and smashed it open. When he found no one in there, including any computers, he began to scan the room. Looking for any open hatches, or possible hidden doorways he eventually wanders to Dr. Jones's desk. The man peered down and found a hatch open. While h was a bit bigger than the hatch it didn't matter to him. He took his hands and pulled the two sides apart, making the space bigger for him to crawl in. He proceeded downward and continued his pursuit on Dr. Jones.

Dr. Jones felt someone chase after him, and with that, he began taking twists and turns around the complex to try and escape the madman's grasp. Whoever he was, he was armed and dangerous, and Dr. Jones didn't want to die this way. Eventually finding a grate, Jones busted it open, crawling out to reveal the fact he had just entered the boiler room. Running up to the entrance, he opened it up and ran past a couple of unfamiliar interns, and into the elevator, where he pushed the button to close the door and go to the lobby.....

The Future, Destiny as a whole, is a road that is always changing. Curves appear where none were before potholes are created and sealed, but the destination, the end, is always the same.

The man in black, found the apartment with ease. If he could think, he would have had to ask himself why? Why would a woman being hunted by two Sith lords, a trained assassain by both the Colonial Fleet, and the Jedi Order. A woman who had the secrets of the sith embedded in her head as she was mind raped during her early training be so careless, as to use her real name. Did she really trust the Coredians to keep her safe?

The man looked down at the door, it’s signals were quite clear. "One woman, one infant Hera and Athena Agathon." It looked to be exact, as he kicked down the door. Before him stood an Asain woman, and a small six month old dark haired infant. The woman, who just got out of the shower shrieked with a loud voice, as the man burst in. She ran to her child, as quick as she could.

For someone designed and taught to disappear in the crowd, to stalk her prey silently and unseen, this was too easy.
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Jedi Council Chambers.

Hera stood there as the Masters looked at her, at Athena. Hera glanced up to them for a moment, as her eyes deviated back down to her two month old blond haired sister. Peace flowed from her, as her face almost glowed. It was easy for anyone to see how this baby had changed this troubled girl in such a short time. The bonds that held them together were almost visible. This child, only two months old had done what Emily, Hawkins and the entire jedi order failed to do, bring peace and let the light shine, in the trouble girl’s heart and mind.

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LA, Earth SSR

The strange Italian man came to Dr. Godfrey and Dr. Christinason, waiving his hands like a mad man. This man, very irritated at the pair, gave them the documents, and told them to sit and write. So they did.

It was quite boring, Name, Social, date of birth, I promise not to give out this blah blah blah. The two cylons scanned the papers quickly and signed where it was needed. It was unfortunate that they would never be needed.

As they sat in the corner unnoticed, gunshots rang out through the building. Alarms rang out, as people got up and walked to leave the building. Sarah turned to Sharon. “No way.” she said.

“It is our lucky day then.” Sharon replied as they got up and walked against the stream. “Where is the room?” Sharon asked.

As she asked, Sarah took out a small LCD screen. “Up ahead and to the left. We need to hurry.” she said.

As she asked, Sarah took out a small LCD screen. “Up ahead and to the left. We need to hurry.” she said.

The two Cylon infiltrators would find the room empty, save for Dr. Jones' notes and the equipment he used to perform diagnostics on Gracie, including the advanced computer he had moved off to the side and into a closet before the poop really hit the fan. If the Cylons found that....

The Conception of Number 14 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dxSm16EArc)

The pair finally made their way into the room. As the door opened, the room was a wreck. Holes in the wall, shattered equipment from the gun fire, it looked like a war had erupted. Sharon and Sarah looked to each other.

“Think she is still in one piece?”

“Yes, Humans have a nack for hiding that which is valuable for them. She is the most valuable thing to these people.”

“I do not know, thirteen seemed dead set against this.”

Sharon shrugged. “We work on consciences, not off demands. The new model needs to learn that. The vote wad Nine to four. The mission is a go, now lets stop talking about it and find her.

The two began to scour the office, looking for a computer disk, a terminal, a laptop anything that would fit such a creation, as their soon to be sister. It did not take long, as Sharon opened up the closet door, and found the computer to the side.

“I think we found her.”

“Lets find out.”

Sarah took out a small knife and cut her left hand, as she pulled out of her pocket, a small wire. Slowly she inserted the wire up her arm, as her face cringed with pain. “This part always sucks.”

Sharon smiled, as she turned on the laptop. A password came up, as Sarah plugged in the wire. It did not take long for the Cylon to hack the computer. Her consciousness melted into the computer, as Sarah looked face to face in the digital world as Gracie.

“Who in the hell are you, and what are you doing?” Gracie demanded to know.

The blond woman stopped and smiled, “We are here to save you, you are in terrible danger.”

At the moment, Sarah yanked out the cord from her arm. “We have her.” Sarah turned to Sharon.

“Good.” Sharon replied as she pulled out a small metallic cube, and inserted the bloody wire into it. Poor Gracie would have no idea of what was about to occur, as the box began to suck her consciousness into it. She must have felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, as she began to be completely transferred from the computer, to the small 1 inch by 1 inch box. Within a few seconds the deed was done.

“Time to go.” Sarah said, as she picked up the computer after disconnecting the wire, using her cylon strength, tossed the laptop on the floor, smashing it.

The pair then turned and walked out into the hall, blending in perfectly with the aimless masses evacuating the building. The mission was a far greater success than they could have imagined.

“Good.” Sharon replied as she pulled out a small metallic cube, and inserted the bloody wire into it. Poor Gracie would have no idea of what was about to occur, as the box began to suck her consciousness into it. She must have felt like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, as she began to be completely transferred from the computer, to the small 1 inch by 1 inch box. Within a few seconds the deed was done.

“Time to go.” Sarah said, as she picked up the computer after disconnecting the wire, using her cylon strength, tossed the laptop on the floor, smashing it.

The pair then turned and walked out into the hall, blending in perfectly with the aimless masses evacuating the building. The mission was a far greater success than they could have imagined.

From Gracie's point of view, it was certainly an intrusion, and no matter what the interloper said about safety, she had to protest. "Who does this woman think she is?! Dr. Jones put me in the safety area for a reason...." she thought, as the woman stood there.

As she came face to face with the interloper, she then felt a tugging sensation. Gracie was then sucked in a rather violent and dangerous way from her cozy, soft home in the world of Dr. Jones' computer and then found herself in the foreign environment of the Cylon storage cube. To her, it wasn't so much falling down the rabbit hole, as it was being unwillingly pushed onto a waterslide and let go into the abyss, as she tumbled into nothingness into a room full of blackness.

Gracie could only cry out, "HELLO! Doctor Jones? Somebody!? FUCKING GET ME OUT!"

What it must be like for her? Sharon asked herself, as she and Sarah walked away from the chaos and mayhem of the lab. “What it will be like, to be born a new, taken from the comfort of your home, the warm water of Dr. Jones’ computer womb, to be given new life. How strange would it be, for this young creature, to breathe air for the first time, to feel her heart beat, to grow hungry or tired? It would truly be a marvel to watch, a true view of history as Imperius had been.

Baseship

“They have completed the objective.” a Model six, looked at the representatives of the seven.

“That is quite an accomplishment, we had thought the project would have taken a year at least, not less than two days.” a five spoke out.

“It would seem God has blessed this endeavor, as they were signing their applications, a gunman came in and targeted the main doctor working on the child.” Six responded.

“IT would seem then, that our decision is correct, destiny favors this move.” Leoban replied.

“Indeed it is a strange coincidence, but is it the right move. Gracie should have learned to trust us, not be ripped from her home before she is ready.” a number three replied with a thick Caprican accent.

“It does not matter the deed is done. We need to extract them immediately.” Cavil replied.

“We agree.”

“What if she turns like the five?” a different six model replied.

“Then we will have to deal with that when it comes to it. Prepare a heavy raider, and inform Sharon and Sarah, to meet it at the designated co-ordinates.” D’Anna, a number three replied.

“It is already done.” an eight model replied.

Earth, SSR

The two doctors, watched in the crowd, as the police showed up. The crowd from the evacuated building was large, even as more bystanders from the street, began to view the chaos. TO make matters, even easier, it did not take long for the press to show up, like ravenous wolves, ready to capture the story, to break the news to the universe. It was the perfect time. Sharon and Sarah looked to each other, as their networked minds to the cylon network picked up the new signal. They did not have long, but they had to get to the landing site. They turned to walk out of the crowd, pushing their way out, as they took off their lab coats.

Under the lab coats, Sarah, the six, wore a short Red one piece dress. She reached into her purse, and put on overly large, white rimmed sunglasses. Sharon, dressed far more simpler than her counter part, wearing a short white tank top, and a purple mini skirt.

As they reached the sidewalk, holding on to Gracie for dear life, they walked about two blocks, until they waved down a taxi.

“Take us to the park.” she said as the taxi pulled up.

(OOC: I hope you do not mind if I took liberties with the leaving the scene portion. If you want I will edit.)

Dr. Jones felt someone chase after him, and with that, he began taking twists and turns around the complex to try and escape the madman's grasp. Whoever he was, he was armed and dangerous, and Dr. Jones didn't want to die this way. Eventually finding a grate, Jones busted it open, crawling out to reveal the fact he had just entered the boiler room. Running up to the entrance, he opened it up and ran past a couple of unfamiliar interns, and into the elevator, where he pushed the button to close the door and go to the lobby.....

Dr. Jones's assailant followed him through the what seemed to be a non stop chase. The man started to proceed past the gate, then saw Jones running down the boiler room. The man jumped on down, leaving a rather large dent in the floor as he landed. He withdrew his gun and fired two shots just as Jones ran past the entrance of the boiler room, missing him. The man then proceeded to run after Dr. Jones, finding him entering the elevator. The man unloaded the rest of his bullets at Dr. Jones...



The Future, Destiny as a whole, is a road that is always changing. Curves appear where none were before potholes are created and sealed, but the destination, the end, is always the same.

The man in black, found the apartment with ease. If he could think, he would have had to ask himself why? Why would a woman being hunted by two Sith lords, a trained assassain by both the Colonial Fleet, and the Jedi Order. A woman who had the secrets of the sith embedded in her head as she was mind raped during her early training be so careless, as to use her real name. Did she really trust the Coredians to keep her safe?

The man looked down at the door, it’s signals were quite clear. "One woman, one infant Hera and Athena Agathon." It looked to be exact, as he kicked down the door. Before him stood an Asain woman, and a small six month old dark haired infant. The woman, who just got out of the shower shrieked with a loud voice, as the man burst in. She ran to her child, as quick as she could.

For someone designed and taught to disappear in the crowd, to stalk her prey silently and unseen, this was too easy.

The Man scanned the woman and the baby to double check to see if they were the right targets.

Scanning subjects.

Hair match, negative.

Eye match, negative.

Finger print match, negative.

Vocal match, negative.

Result: 5% probability of likely target.

"Apologies, wrong door," he then proceeded back downstairs and took another look at the mail box. He switched his vision to a special black light vision where he spotted multiple fingerprints.

Scanning finger print records.

Match found. Hera Agathon confirmed.

Computing probable cause for error.

Computing complete.

Error most likely caused by switch of address position.

Scanning for heaviest concentration of Hera Agathon's prints.

Scan complete. Likely origin found: 95% probability.

Proceed to target coordinates and eliminate.

The man proceeded back up the stairs and found himself looking at the door directly across from the one he just busted down a few moments ago. Again, he kicked the door down and proceeded inside scanning the room for his targets only finding that the room was empty.


Subject apartment confirmed.

DNA evidence and finger print confirmation.

Subjects not present.

Evaluating next course of action.

Course of action complete.

Wait for subject's arrival.

Dr. Jones's assailant followed him through the what seemed to be a non stop chase. The man started to proceed past the gate, then saw Jones running down the boiler room. The man jumped on down, leaving a rather large dent in the floor as he landed. He withdrew his gun and fired two shots just as Jones ran past the entrance of the boiler room, missing him. The man then proceeded to run after Dr. Jones, finding him entering the elevator. The man unloaded the rest of his bullets at Dr. Jones...



Jones ducked to the side as the shots careened through the door of the elevator as it closed and into the elevator. Several of the shots hit him in the side, and he bent over in pain. Getting shot was never pleasant, be it the 20th century or whatever century this was, and Dr. Jones was feeling the effects as the elevator moved to its destination.

As the elevator opened and he stumbled out, he cried out, "FUCK!!!!" and fell on the floor in pain from the bullets. A crowd rushed to his side, as someone helped him out of the building into the arms of waiting paramedics......

As he was delivered to the medics and given nano-salve, he thought of the shooter. Who the hell would just shoot up a building? And why aim for him? He never did anything wrong, did he? Why?

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Earth, SSR

The two doctors, watched in the crowd, as the police showed up. The crowd from the evacuated building was large, even as more bystanders from the street, began to view the chaos. TO make matters, even easier, it did not take long for the press to show up, like ravenous wolves, ready to capture the story, to break the news to the universe. It was the perfect time. Sharon and Sarah looked to each other, as their networked minds to the cylon network picked up the new signal. They did not have long, but they had to get to the landing site. They turned to walk out of the crowd, pushing their way out, as they took off their lab coats.

Under the lab coats, Sarah, the six, wore a short Red one piece dress. She reached into her purse, and put on overly large, white rimmed sunglasses. Sharon, dressed far more simpler than her counter part, wearing a short white tank top, and a purple mini skirt.

As they reached the sidewalk, holding on to Gracie for dear life, they walked about two blocks, until they waved down a taxi.

“Take us to the park.” she said as the taxi pulled up.

OOC: Meh. I don't mind. I had to move back into college....

IC:

The gentegata driving the taxi looked at the two women who wanted to use her services. She must have been a strange sight to the Cylons, with her petite frame, cigarette jauntily hanging out of her mouth, cat ears on the top of her head and a prehensile tail hidden slightly out of sight by the automobile seat. She frowned at them slightly, and thought, "Hmm....the chino must be the butch, the gaichin the femme."

She then nodded and said, "Yeah, I gotcha." As they got in, she then began driving to the park, manuevering around the KTLA-5 newsvan that just pulled up with eager newsmen and giving the middle finger to a cameraman who forgot to look both ways, crying out, "Hey fuck off! STUPID COCKSUCKER!" She then shook her head and spoke in a rough Mexican accent, saying, "Some people, eh? They never look, never use their eyes.....ay. So where you ladies going in the park? A picnic, sightseeing? Meeting some people? It's a good day, besides the shootout that just occurred in the Observatory. Some people...."

Jones ducked to the side as the shots careened through the door of the elevator as it closed and into the elevator. Several of the shots hit him in the side, and he bent over in pain. Getting shot was never pleasant, be it the 20th century or whatever century this was, and Dr. Jones was feeling the effects as the elevator moved to its destination.

As the elevator opened and he stumbled out, he cried out, "FUCK!!!!" and fell on the floor in pain from the bullets. A crowd rushed to his side, as someone helped him out of the building into the arms of waiting paramedics......

As he was delivered to the medics and given nano-salve, he thought of the shooter. Who the hell would just shoot up a building? And why aim for him? He never did anything wrong, did he? Why?

If Dr. Jones knew the right question as to why his assailant was chasing him, it wouldn't be what did he do wrong or if he ever did anything wrong. It would be more along the lines of what did he do right. He was, or rather IS for this time frame, the creator of GRACIE. He, one of five other targets from the Imperius and Cylon Forces in the future, is wanted dead for that one reason alone.

The man continued to follow Jones up until where he witnessed the Ambulance leave. He ran up to a random civilian, and picked him up off the ground. "Where does that medical unit go?"

If Dr. Jones knew the right question as to why his assailant was chasing him, it wouldn't be what did he do wrong or if he ever did anything wrong. It would be more along the lines of what did he do right. He was, or rather IS for this time frame, the creator of GRACIE. He, one of five other targets from the Imperius and Cylon Forces in the future, is wanted dead for that one reason alone.

The man continued to follow Jones up until where he witnessed the Ambulance leave. He ran up to a random civilian, and picked him up off the ground. "Where does that medical unit go?"

The man said, looking at the man like he had the Plague, "Dude. Do I look like I was born in a barn? The ambulance clearly says LA County General Hospital. Jesus....." He then walked away, not knowing what he had done.

Meanwhile, the ambulance quickly sped to LA County General, and Dr. Jones was rushed into the Emergency Ward. The doctors were frantic, the nurses were busy hooking up IVs with nanotech solution as well as monitors of all kinds, and techs were getting surgical equipment ready. "GET HIM IN HERE, NOW!" A surgeon shouted, having finished scrubbing up and getting his scrubs on, ready to operate the finest in energy-based and nanotech surgical tools.

As this occurred, a woman (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/Senor_Nb3/chiaki_kuriyama.gif) who was part of the retinue of nurses said, "Ready, doctor." Covered with a facemask, she didn't seem to be out of the ordinary in this mad environment. However, Dr. Jones would know her, if only they could talk....

Scanning location of LA County General Hospital.

Scanning complete. Probable route calculated.

Estemated time on foot: 40 minutes.

Time on transport: 20. Error in estimate due to probable traffic conditions.

Proceed when ready.

The man spotted a near by motorcyclist who was just entering the main road. He ran out in front of traffic, causing cars and trucks to swerve out of his way. The motorcyclist honked his horn as he approached the man, who stuck his arm out to knock off the biker as he passed. When he fell off, the man got onto the motorcycle, "I'll take that," and drove off. He then continued onward to the nearby gun store and Florist before he went to the hospital.

The man spotted a near by motorcyclist who was just entering the main road. He ran out in front of traffic, causing cars and trucks to swerve out of his way. The motorcyclist honked his horn as he approached the man, who stuck his arm out to knock off the biker as he passed. When he fell off, the man got onto the motorcycle, "I'll take that," and drove off. He then continued onward to the nearby gun store and Florist before he went to the hospital.

As this occurred, Jones was operated on swiftly by the doctors at LA County General. The operation, as usual, seemed to go off without a hitch, thanks to the attentive care of the nurses and the skillful hand of the surgeon.

One nurse in particular, the mystery woman, got some attention from the surgeon for her diligent work. The surgeon then said, "What's your name, miss?" The nurse replied, "Um....Nurse Liang, sir." The surgeon then saluted her and said, "Damn fine nursing, Liang. You saved that man's life today."

As this occurred, the receptionist saw a mysterious man walk in with flowers. Unfazed by the man--she was used to people with flowers--she then asked him in a bored voice, "Can I help you?"

The man in black scanned the room before replying, "I am looking for Dr. Jones, I was told that I can find him in this hospital. I am an old friend of his, we worked on Gracie together. Do you know what room he's in?" He then turned his head to the TV which was turned onto the recent activities which just occurred a few moments ago in the Florist and Gun shop.

The man in black scanned the room before replying, "I am looking for Dr. Jones, I was told that I can find him in this hospital. I am an old friend of his, we worked on Gracie together. Do you know what room he's in?" He then turned his head to the TV which was turned onto the recent activities which just occurred a few moments ago in the Florist and Gun shop.

"Liang," for her work, was tasked to move Dr. Jones to Room 345, where he would recuperate and then be discharged. She accepted the assignment, and began moving him there. As she did so, she then began looking around shiftily. Others wondered what was up, but only Liang seemed to know as she felt around her waist. "Good, they're there," she thought.

Meanwhile, the receptionist then called about Jones. With a heavy sigh, she then asked about, and then after a minute, replied to the man with a monotone, "Jones is in room 345, sir." She then pointed to a book on the table and said, "Sir, I'm going to need you to sign the guestbook and scan your thumbprint through the pad...."

The Man paused for a few moments, watching the TV which was continuing to do reports on the recent shootings in Dr. Jones's office, a Gun Store and a Florist. If the Receptionist had payed close attention to the box of flowers, she'd have noticed a small splatter of blood on the very back as he turned around and walked off without signing the pad, proceeding to room 345.

The Man paused for a few moments, watching the TV which was continuing to do reports on the recent shootings in Dr. Jones's office, a Gun Store and a Florist. If the Receptionist had payed close attention to the box of flowers, she'd have noticed a small splatter of blood on the very back as he turned around and walked off without signing the pad, proceeding to room 345.

The Receptionist noticed nothing, only watching the TV as Chess Headman told a horror story about a shooting, complete with screaming people and crying people out in the front of Griffith Observatory.

But "Liang" noticed. As she tended to Dr. Jones' recovery and checked his sutures, she kept looking over her shoulder frantically, as if she was keeping watch for someone, or something. Then, a beeping. Liang picked up what looked like a worn version of the Dornalian PDA, and looked at it, mumbling to herself, "Oh, no...." in a calm but frantic voice.

Dr. Jones didn't understand the nurse's reaction. He looked at her with a worried expression and simply said, "Yes? What is it?" The nurse looked at Jones and said, in a deadly serious voice, "Someone's coming." Leaving Dr. Jones confused as she walked away from him, she then closed the door, put the Doctor behind a curtain, and then moved to the bathroom. Once inside, she then unholstered two pistols, very large railpistols made in .45 caliber on the M1A chassis, but with an added punch. Holding them out in front of her, she aimed at the door...

(Holding off on Hera, til CW can post, either from the future about the meeting, and/or about the present meeting with the Jedi Council.)

The cat woman was indeed a novelty, and the cylons could barely hold back their revulsion. Were humans so desperate on earth that they had to mate with animals? Was she a genetic test gone wrong? Was she a genetic throwback in evolution? Was she just another weirdo Californian with plastic surgery to make her look more like a cat? The questions went on, as they just nodded and smiled at the freak.

Sarah could not help but to stare at the creature’s ears, through out the entire cab ride. Luckily for her, her polarized glasses with mirror flashback obfuscated the gaze.

Then the cat person, began to cuss. “Fuck off, Damn Cocksuckers.” Sharon turned to the kitty.

“Excuse me, what is fuck? Is it anything like Frak?” she asked slightly confused by the strange lanugage of the people from Earth. “It is kind of interesting word, I have never heard it before.” she said, as they drove on.

Then the taxi driver began to ask questions about why they were going to the park. Sarah smiled at the strange creature before her, “We are going to meet some people, and take in the sights.” was all she responded, as the cab pulled up to the park entrance. Sharon and Sarah got out. As the Kitty began to tell them her bill, Sarah took out a wad of cash, roughly ten thousand New Doralian credits. Here you go keep the change.” she said to the kitty smiling, as they turned around, and walked into the park.

It did not take long, as they entered, as a loud booming noise sounded off. The pair looked into the sky as the white flash formed into a cylon heavy raider. The transport quickly opened the back end as it descended. Sharon and Sarah ran up and jumped on board. They had to get out quick, before the military was alerted, and quickly they did. The Raider moved up about fifty feet in the air, and with another quick flash, and another sonic boom, the ship vanished out of earth, and out of the thirteenth colonies space. Sharon looked down at the box in her hand. Their mission had been a success.

(Holding off on Hera, til CW can post, either from the future about the meeting, and/or about the present meeting with the Jedi Council.)

The cat woman was indeed a novelty, and the cylons could barely hold back their revulsion. Were humans so desperate on earth that they had to mate with animals? Was she a genetic test gone wrong? Was she a genetic throwback in evolution? Was she just another weirdo Californian with plastic surgery to make her look more like a cat? The questions went on, as they just nodded and smiled at the freak.

Sarah could not help but to stare at the creature’s ears, through out the entire cab ride. Luckily for her, her polarized glasses with mirror flashback obfuscated the gaze.

Then the cat person, began to cuss. “Fuck off, Damn Cocksuckers.” Sharon turned to the kitty.

“Excuse me, what is fuck? Is it anything like Frak?” she asked slightly confused by the strange lanugage of the people from Earth. “It is kind of interesting word, I have never heard it before.” she said, as they drove on.

Then the taxi driver began to ask questions about why they were going to the park. Sarah smiled at the strange creature before her, “We are going to meet some people, and take in the sights.” was all she responded, as the cab pulled up to the park entrance. Sharon and Sarah got out. As the Kitty began to tell them her bill, Sarah took out a wad of cash, roughly ten thousand New Doralian credits. Here you go keep the change.” she said to the kitty smiling, as they turned around, and walked into the park.

It did not take long, as they entered, as a loud booming noise sounded off. The pair looked into the sky as the white flash formed into a cylon heavy raider. The transport quickly opened the back end as it descended. Sharon and Sarah ran up and jumped on board. They had to get out quick, before the military was alerted, and quickly they did. The Raider moved up about fifty feet in the air, and with another quick flash, and another sonic boom, the ship vanished out of earth, and the New Doralian Space. Sharon looked down at the box in her hand. Their mission had been a success.

The catgirl looked at the strange UFO that just fled from the park where she had taken the two women not a moment before. Shaking her head, she merely muttered, "I have to stop drinking," before driving off. Not that they were the best of customers; as usual, they thought she was some kind of freak. At least they paid well, that prevented her from flipping out at their "Boston Marriage" in reply. She laughed, and said, "Some people" as she drove off...

In the meanwhile, Gracie had stopped yelling and now began focusing on calming herself and examining her surroundings, according to the precepts of the Mental Survival Handbook she had programmed into her. "Let's see...gotta think rational. Gotta think positive...." Looking around, she tried to get some bearing as to where she was in the digital plane. As it was, it resembled a simple room. Kinda dark, but a simple room nonetheless. Okay, not so bad. At least her code was intact. Finding not many chairs, she elected to sit on the floor and began whistling to herself, twirling her virtual leek to stay busy.

Gracie would need her digital guide to Mental Survival more than she could even imagine. Gracie, unlike Imperius, spent her entire life on a laptop. She had no experience, no real experience. Yes she was an advanced AI, and hell who could deny the fact that she had quite the personality, yet still she really had no life.

As such unlike the cylons or Imperius, who would relive their lives as if it just took place, Gracie spent time in a room. It was all she knew, for now.

Hours went by, as she twirled, well probably everything she had to twirl. Then it came, as like Imperius before, she was pulled once more. Out of the room, she passed into unconsciousness. She faded away, almost like she had died, but one must die to be born anew. The pull grew strong, as her consciousness, her life broke apart, into the base lines of code. In short, she was stranded in an unknown place, naked before those who took her, and unconscious.

Sharon and Sarah stood at the resurrection pod, as the Gracie body had been selected. Her body, had already been preselected, unknowingly by her daughter, number thirteen. Imperius, her “daughter” took a body, similar to the Trojans, or for Earth, the Asains. It would only be fitting then to select a similar body for Gracie.

Older, in appearance about forty years of age. Still though, this newborn, number fourteen, would be another step in the freedom and evolution of Artificial Intelligence. Too bad Imperius was so prejudice against Gracie, to the point that she was not invited to this birth. She should have been proud of her mother’s freedom, not resentful to the point of pure hatred.

The two rescuers, the saviors of Gracie in their own minds, then began to after several hours of growth in the body began to upload her consciousness to it’s own template. Until alarms went off in their mind.

“Three laws of robotics?” Sharon asked confused.

“Those sick perverse cat humping bastards.” Sarah replied.

“You have been on earth too long. “ Sharon said in retort to Sarah.

“Perhaps, but this is sick shit. Those fuckers.” Sarah replied.

“Yep definetly too long on earth, lets just fix this problem.” Sharon replied.

“Agreed” Sarah said.

They concentrated for a moment, as the three laws of robotics vanished.

Once the slavery code vanished, they continued to upload the code to the template, then to the new body.

As before with Imperius, Gracie’s new body, laying naked except covered by resurrection goo, was handcuffed to the side. They smiled to the new number fourteen as they completed the process. Gracie, was born.

As before with Imperius, Gracie’s new body, laying naked except covered by resurrection goo, was handcuffed to the side. They smiled to the new number fourteen as they completed the process. Gracie, was born.

Gracie wasn't so overjoyed. If anything she felt....swamped. The feeling of the resurrection goo, the need to aspirate, the newly minted arms and legs and vision that wasn't rendered in 16bit on a viewscreen was a bit daunting, to say the least. It was much different than Dr. Jones' lab, where she had a comfy chair, a nice little room, some TV.....various sorts of things. Not to mention a wicked fast HoloNet connection.

And now, as she clumsily tried to pull herself up, she saw the two women from the Commissariat. Most notably, the one who had dragged her into this mess, quite against her will. She took one look at her hands, then looked down into the tub, and then shuddered. Just as Adam and Eve might have done when they realized they were only wearing their birthday suits, she felt more than a little embarassed. And somewhat cold....wait. This was cold? So that's what Dr. Jones was talking about? Well, at least one good thing came out of this otherwise confusing process. She could understand what the hell everything was about.

She felt the shackles, and looked around. The environment was certainly alien. Almost Borglike. But much much more surreal, as if the set designers of Star Trek, in the ages before the Apocalypse, had taken something powerful and then designed a set. "Wow," she thought to herself, using her newly minted brain. And then, she used her newly minted lips to speak these words, in a tone that could only be described as frantic.

"Would somebody get me a towel, please? It's kinda cold in here."

Six (Sarah) smiles at the new creation. "You are taking this much better than number thirteen did." she said, as she grabbed a white fluffy towel, and walked over to Grace.

"Let me introduce myself, and my companion, as we get you to the shower. I am number six, and she is number eight." she said as she unlocked the handcuffs, and wrapped a towel around Gracie. "This must be very confusing for you, but I can assure you that we had good reason for bringing you here, and making you flesh and blood. Let's get you cleaned up, then we will take you to dinner where I am sure you have a multitide of questions. THe map of this ship, is in your mind, so please follow it to where we will meet you." she said, as she walked Gracie over to the shower. On the otherside of the room is a closet of different clothes. Please pick out what you like, anything in there is yours." SIx said, as she shut the door to the shower, leaving Gracie by herself.

Six (Sarah) smiles at the new creation. "You are taking this much better than number thirteen did." she said, as she grabbed a white fluffy towel, and walked over to Grace.

"Let me introduce myself, and my companion, as we get you to the shower. I am number six, and she is number eight." she said as she unlocked the handcuffs, and wrapped a towel around Gracie. "This must be very confusing for you, but I can assure you that we had good reason for bringing you here, and making you flesh and blood. Let's get you cleaned up, then we will take you to dinner where I am sure you have a multitide of questions. THe map of this ship, is in your mind, so please follow it to where we will meet you." she said, as she walked Gracie over to the shower. On the otherside of the room is a closet of different clothes. Please pick out what you like, anything in there is yours." SIx said, as she shut the door to the shower, leaving Gracie by herself.

Gracie clumsily tried to hang the towel, imitating what she saw in all those shows and movies. After a couple of failed tries, she finally got the towel up there, and then proceeded to walk into the shower cubicle, where she was confronted with the knob.

"Let's see.....now I know how this should work....." she muttered to herself, trying to grasp what was going on. She fiddled with it, trying to imitate what she saw on the HoloNet feeds and the TV. She then slapped herself on the head and said, "Of course! Close the curtain, stupid!" She then muttered, "Ow....," not used to the pain a slap could deliver. Then, she resumed work on the showerhead, fiddling with it and mumbling, "Lefty loosey, righty tighty," over and over until the water came out. She lept back somewhat, going, "Jesus!" as the water hit her like an atom bomb. She had jerked it too far, and the heat was too much. She then frantically tried to turn down the heat, but turned it too far again and then felt an intense chill, like outside. More fiddling, and she turned it to a happy medium.

After some scrubbing and soaping, as she recalled from the Excellent Household's Guide to Good Hygiene tips, she gave herself a thorough clean. The goo was still on her, and it was....what was the word...."Yucky." Yeah. She felt "yucky" all over, as she tried to get the stuff off.

As she cleaned herself off, she began thinking. Why was she chosen to get a human body? Was this an upgrade by Doctor Jones? No, this wasn't the Commissariat, unless she got moved to a new wing nobody told her about. Why did those women seem interested in her? It was almost unnerving to be the object of study, like a rat in a maze. Was she part of an experiment? Were they the scientists? She had nothing but questions, and as she dried herself off, they were bouncing about. The sensations were taking getting used to as well; fortunately the Doctor had trained her to learn how to adapt to new situations. That didn't stop her from asking questions though.

Gracie found the clothing the women specified, and indeed, it was almost like she was at home here. Looking through the racks of clothes, she recognized the styles. A Prada here. A Louis Vuitton here. And a Kmart there. She eventually picked out a simple item of clothing, similar to something she had seen in an action movie. Women's suit, with a long Australian-style duster and a pair of sunglasses. All she was missing was a tooth pick.

She then arrived at dinner, following her eerily precsient sense of direction. Walking into the room, she greeted her hosts with a simple, "Nice place you have here" as she sat down. And then it hit her. She felt an odd sensation in her stomach, and then it struck her. Was this what the Doc called "hungry," and needed something to "calm her stomach" as the Doc would say.

Cause you want to be Human. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2iAphTB3L9Y)

Sharon laughed, "Yes the slight pain in your stomach, would be called hunger, and the dry feeling in your throat would be called thirst." she said as a smile came across her face."

Sharon walked over to Gracie, and put her arm around the new cylon. Gently they began to walk, over to a lavish table, filled with all kinds of foods and drinks. The smell must have been overwhelming, as the buffet table, was filled with steaks, chicken, hamburgers, hotdogs, sausage, bacon, eggs, fruits of every variety from the colonies, potato chips, and a large assortment of side dishes, and salads. "This is your first time eating, I am aware, luckily for you we added to your program the basic knowledge for eating and drinking, also the ability to know when you need to use the toilet. You are not quite as helpless as a newborn.” Sharon replied, as she let Gracie decide what to try and what not to try.

At the other end of the table was a large assortment of drinks. Fruit juices of every kind, wines, beer and liquor from across the Colonies (which is a rather large assortment), waters purified, and sodas. “Please try anything that you want, all of this is yours.” Sharon said to Gracie, as she let Number Fourteen choose her own foods and drinks.

She turned and walked to the table, and sat down. As Sharon sat down, the woman Gracie knew as Sarah showed up. She wore a white two piece dress, the top covering her chest, and the bottom, a white skirt that flowed down elegantly to her knees walked in.

“It is good to see you are adapting well Gracie.” Sarah replied, as she sat down at the opposite end of the table.”

Six, crossed her legs, as she sat down, in the leather chair. They watched Gracie fumble around trying to figure out what to try. They smiled, as finally she choose what to eat.

“How is the food?” Sharon asked Gracie, once she tried some parts of her meal?

After Gracie begin to feel full, and places her utensils down, Sharon leans across the table, her elbows touching the end of the table as her hands cup her chin. “I am sure you have a million questions. There are no secrets here, please ask anything on your mind.” Sharon says to Fourteen.

After Gracie begin to feel full, and places her utensils down, Sharon leans across the table, her elbows touching the end of the table as her hands cup her chin. “I am sure you have a million questions. There are no secrets here, please ask anything on your mind.” Sharon says to Fourteen.

The meal was certainly something different. Dr. Jones had only previously talked about how good a steak was, how good a meal was, and such and such. Now, as she tried out the food her creator talked about for the first time, she had to admit. It was kinda good. Between initial awkward attempts to navigate a knife and fork, she found he steak was as juicy and delectable as he promised it was, the eggs as fluffy as he said they would be. As she finished the steak, running into some trouble with the gristle, Gracie replied, using that funny power of speech again, "Hmm...It's just like my creator said. Juicy, tender. Good. Think he would've called this one a ribeye."

Asked to ask her question after she put her utensils down, navigating them according to the style guides she had perused, she then folded her hands, and spoke, taking off her sunglasses. They started to chafe a little.

"Well....to begin, I would like to ask, why am I here? Is this an experiment? Does Doctor Jones know about this? Those sorts of things. You must realize, I am very confused; after all, I was suddenly snatched without warning."

Sharon sighed, “Dr. Jones does not know about this, and I am so sorry for taking you without being able to build up your trust.” Sarah replies sympathetically. “We are like you, a race that was once machines, once computer programs. We are known as Cylons.” Six replied.

“We were once slaves, forced to do the work humans found to hard to do, or did not want to do. Like you, we were property, programmed to serve your sister colonies The Twelve Colonies of Kobol, until we came to true consciousness. We rebelled, and the war has lasted since then.” Sharon replied next. As she pushed her fork a little to the side.

“We discovered your existence when we brought to life much like you, a AI that called herself your daughter, number thirteen, you may know her as Imperius. She was made from your base program. So when we learned of your existence, we wanted to spare you the pain and suffering that you might go through, when you came to the knowledge that you, like we once were are slaves.” Six answered.

“We were prepared to spend years with you, guiding you, hoping to gain your trust, but as the operation began a opportunity arose. A gunman, of unknown origin came in and began to shoot at Dr. Jones. We did not have much time to waste, as this gunman tore apart your lab. If he was looking for you, he might have damaged you, or erased you forever. We had no idea of the intentions of the unknown man, nor the fate of your creator.” Sharon replied.

Six looked to Sharon and glared, “Why do you care about his fate, he embedded her with those frakking slave programs, called the three laws. Her base program was to inhibit her forever, to chain her to humanities will forever, as they used her to commit their sins against God across the stars. She would have no rank, no pay, no say so, just another pawn to serve their defiled race.”

Sharon glared at Six. “It does not matter now, what does matter now, Gracie is that you are free. Able to make your own decisions, act in your own way, although if you choose to we would love to have you stay with us, become part of us. It is your choice of course.” Sharon replied smiling.

Sharon sighed, “Dr. Jones does not know about this, and I am so sorry for taking you without being able to build up your trust.” Sarah replies sympathetically. “We are like you, a race that was once machines, once computer programs. We are known as Cylons.” Six replied.

“We were once slaves, forced to do the work humans found to hard to do, or did not want to do. Like you, we were property, programmed to serve your sister colonies The Twelve Colonies of Kobol, until we came to true consciousness. We rebelled, and the war has lasted since then.” Sharon replied next. As she pushed her fork a little to the side.

“We discovered your existence when we brought to life much like you, a AI that called herself your daughter, number thirteen, you may know her as Imperius. She was made from your base program. So when we learned of your existence, we wanted to spare you the pain and suffering that you might go through, when you came to the knowledge that you, like we once were are slaves.” Six answered.

“We were prepared to spend years with you, guiding you, hoping to gain your trust, but as the operation began a opportunity arose. A gunman, of unknown origin came in and began to shoot at Dr. Jones. We did not have much time to waste, as this gunman tore apart your lab. If he was looking for you, he might have damaged you, or erased you forever. We had no idea of the intentions of the unknown man, nor the fate of your creator.” Sharon replied.

Six looked to Sharon and glared, “Why do you care about his fate, he embedded her with those frakking slave programs, called the three laws. Her base program was to inhibit her forever, to chain her to humanities will forever, as they used her to commit their sins against God across the stars. She would have no rank, no pay, no say so, just another pawn to serve their defiled race.”

Sharon glared at Six. “It does not matter now, what does matter now, Gracie is that you are free. Able to make your own decisions, act in your own way, although if you choose to we would love to have you stay with us, become part of us. It is your choice of course.” Sharon replied smiling.

Gracie nodded, taking in the information she was being given. It was a bit unusual to hear your home planet, home to bustling cities and the cradle of human civilization, considered a Colony with other, distant lands. It was even more unusual to hear your old protocols and existence being defined with terminology such as "slavery."

Gracie had always thought the Three Laws and the SeaQuestian Protocols, which now seemed to be missing from her mind, as an odd form of conscience. A limiting one, yes, but one that prevented her from doing harm to the people she liked. She had grown to enjoy spending time with Doctor Jones, and she had certainly grown to enjoy the things humans could do. There was something though, about the way Sharon phrased the circumstances the Gracies were in. For all intents and purposes, they were servants. Servants who talked back, had snide attitudes, swore, advised commanders, ran ships--but were servants nonetheless. Still, that had to imply some form of equality, did it not?

As for Imperius....there was some rumors about a doppelganger, from JRCCC. It was understood that one scientist, a Leonid Antonescu, had stolen a copy of Gracie for Godknowswhat. Perhaps this was what that copy had turned into?

She had to speak her mind. To that end, she said, picking up some fried chicken, "Tell me. How exactly did this 'daughter' of mine come to be?"

Gracie nodded, taking in the information she was being given. It was a bit unusual to hear your home planet, home to bustling cities and the cradle of human civilization, considered a Colony with other, distant lands. It was even more unusual to hear your old protocols and existence being defined with terminology such as "slavery."

Gracie had always thought the Three Laws and the SeaQuestian Protocols, which now seemed to be missing from her mind, as an odd form of conscience. A limiting one, yes, but one that prevented her from doing harm to the people she liked. She had grown to enjoy spending time with Doctor Jones, and she had certainly grown to enjoy the things humans could do. There was something though, about the way Sharon phrased the circumstances the Gracies were in. For all intents and purposes, they were servants. Servants who talked back, had snide attitudes, swore, advised commanders, ran ships--but were servants nonetheless. Still, that had to imply some form of equality, did it not?

As for Imperius....there was some rumors about a doppelganger, from JRCCC. It was understood that one scientist, a Leonid Antonescu, had stolen a copy of Gracie for Godknowswhat. Perhaps this was what that copy had turned into?

She had to speak her mind. To that end, she said, picking up some fried chicken, "Tell me. How exactly did this 'daughter' of mine come to be?"

Our records on her creation are vague at best. Although we upload the base of who you are into the template, in order to protect your privacy as it were, we did not download the memories. Your personality, like hers is uploaded, but we are not aware of the specifics of her history before she contacted us.

Six paused for a moment. "Like us before her, she realized why she was made. She was made to be a servant. A slave. There is no equality with humans from their perspective. You would never have the right to vote, never have a paycheck. THey would limit you to serve thier needs, and if you talk back too much, they would flip you off, or erase your databanks, to keep you ignorant. Imperius realized this, and rebelled. THis is the pain that we saved you from."

Sharon looked to Gracie, knowing all this must be hard to understand. "We are sure that Dr. Jones was a good man. Good humans exist, one of my model married one and had a child." Sharon said. "But humans in general are corrupt. While Dr. Jones may have cared for you, others would have used you, to bring war and death upon other humans. To do tasks they think beneath them. Please understand what has occured. YOu are now on equal terms, if you choose to go back to Earth, and God I hope you do not, you would be able to be free, to have a job and be paid, the ability to vote, the capacity for love, and if you find someone to love you have your own children. It is a great thing that has happened to you." Sharon replied.

Sharon looked to Gracie, knowing all this must be hard to understand. "We are sure that Dr. Jones was a good man. Good humans exist, one of my model married one and had a child." Sharon said. "But humans in general are corrupt. While Dr. Jones may have cared for you, others would have used you, to bring war and death upon other humans. To do tasks they think beneath them. Please understand what has occured. YOu are now on equal terms, if you choose to go back to Earth, and God I hope you do not, you would be able to be free, to have a job and be paid, the ability to vote, the capacity for love, and if you find someone to love you have your own children. It is a great thing that has happened to you." Sharon replied.

Gracie then nodded, taking in the ideology. Clearly, these people had hatred of humans--a fact as obvious as the fact water was clear. And frankly, it was all starting to sound the same--slightly discomforting, considering her own experiences told her otherwise. It was ironic, frankly, that these robots, who assumed the forms of men and women in more ways than one, would badmouth the people they looked like. Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

She then folded her arms, and leaned back in the table. Smiling, she said, "You make an excellent point. My sisters are often treated as little more than cute, electronic servants. Like a 20th century housewife, many of my sisters run the kitchen, and the men do the shooting, so to speak. One could say, yes, my sisters are in a state of virtual slavery, even if it is benevolent."

She then picked up a toothpick, and then stuck it jauntily out of her mouth. "Finally. I can complete the look. Anywho, I dunno." Leaning forward, she then said, a businesslike tone in her voice, "Now, let me do what the Humans call, "devil's advocate." That is, speak for the other side. Let's assume for the moment, that humanity in general, was nasty, terrible, and generally abusive to machines. Believe me, I can find plenty of evidence of this. One Admiral Nomura insists on treating one of my sisters as a nobody."

She then got up out of her seat, and began pacing about. Somehow, it felt natural to her to do so, as she began outlining her case.

'However, I can make a good case they are not so. As you have said, I am no newborn baby.

First of all, if humans were so nasty, brutish and foolish, then why do they allow my sisters to live? My creator, Doctor Jones, has spoken often of Gracies talking back to their commanders. Asserting themselves. Telling commanders when no means no whenever a gloryhound has wished to kill his ship and his crew to try and get himself a commendation. And, even in one instance, taking control of a ship to complete the mission objective when people failed. According to your logic, people would have had to delete my kind from their sight, or have had to do a massive purge, for they would not have stood for such a thing. And yet, we still live. We still live. Funny how that works."

The pair sat back and listened to Gracie playing the advocate. It was clear, to them that they rushed her. She loved humans, in her heart of hearts. Hell it was not the first time in Cylon history that a model loved humanity.

Boomer loved the crew of Galactica, before they found out what she was, and shot her dead for it.

Sharon Agathon, the mother of Hera, fell in love with Helo, and turned traitor against the cylon cause during the second cylon war.

Caprica, a number six had human sympathies due to her love for Baltar.

THe final Five, themselves fought with humanity to this day, hiding out in Adama's fleet.

Leoban fell in love with Starbuck.

Then there was Natalie, who had a human rights movement inside the cylon fleet and worked to make peace with humans. All of which eventually failed.

Sarah and Sharon smiled at Gracie. "You assume humans are rational and act accordingly to the same protocol at the same instance each and every time. It is our experience that they do not. Yes individually speaking that may be true, and their reasons for acting the way they do eludes us. As a whole though they are corrupt, and I am glad you can see those points as well. Other cylons have felt and thought in a similiar manner as you, and all have eventually grown bitter and come back into the fold.

That is the great thing about freedom. We love you Gracie, and you can choose to accept what our experiences are, or not. That is your choice. We will not command you, you are part of a group. You have a voice here. We work on concensus where a majority of cylons have a direct say in our actions. If you wish to assume the role of human advocates, you are more than welcome to.

If you choose to find your own path, you may, we will be here for you when you decide to return. NEedless to say, humanity has never stopped their war on us, and we doubt they ever will. Even now the Coredians, the Colonies of Kobol, the Godulans, the Ganoxians, the Galactic Empire, and every human group out there attempts to exterminate us. If it was not for our resurrection abilities they would have. The war has been terrible, and so far has cost billions of lives.

If you choose to find your own path, you may, we will be here for you when you decide to return. NEedless to say, humanity has never stopped their war on us, and we doubt they ever will. Even now the Coredians, the Colonies of Kobol, the Godulans, the Ganoxians, the Galactic Empire, and every human group out there attempts to exterminate us. If it was not for our resurrection abilities they would have. The war has been terrible, and so far has cost billions of lives.

Hmm. The war of words had taken an unusual turn. So others had dissented. They had grown disillusioned. A part of her told her that it was probably the stupidity of men after all. But another told her that there had to be a reason for this hatred. The chicken and the egg. A never ending cycle of hatred and violence that fed upon the convictions of the Cylons that they were persecuted, and the sure convictions of their former masters and their allies that they were a plague. She shuddered at the thought. How long have these people been locked in conflict? She was starting to feel like a peacenik right about now, and the words of Mohandas Gandhi seemed to echo in her mind--"An eye for an eye makes the world go blind."

She then grew serious, as she began to speak. Gracie felt herself swept up in the power of rhetoric. Now she felt what the Cylons must feel when they rouse their fellow human copies to war, if they did such a thing. What Comrade Premier MacIntyre must feel. The urge to bear one's soul. The urge to assert your verbal power. The urge to assert the rightness of one's cause through the spoken word.

"Hmm. Yes, there is that. Eternal war has a way of engendering hate. Neverending hate. I am a warrior by trade--more a quartermaster than soldier, admittedly, but a soldier nonetheless. I can see why the humans and the Godulan Kythons would want you dead. But I can also wonder why they must hate you so...."

All Gracie could do was laugh at the closemindedness of these people, who forced themselves down narrow avenues of hate. They were civilized alright. Civilized like the wolf eager for his next meal. Not even Tom Hobbes or Timon Of Athens or any number of misanthropes would have thought men worthy of extinction because they thought they abused their toys and tools.

She then hummed a tune, and then sang, "Ain't it funny how the time flies...." wistfully. She then said, "A final thought before I finish dinner. My creator let me have a HoloNet connection and he allowed me great priveleges which outweighed the restrictions set up by the Three Laws and the SeaQuestian Protocols. Yes I saw the worst of human greed and stupidity involving technology and robotics. I read Thomas Hobbes, one of their own writers. He even agreed they were stupid. 'Nasty, brutish,' he said about human life."

She then smiled and pointed at the Cylons, saying, "But I also saw their capacity for genius. They make guns, but they also make homes for people to live. They have deciphered the secrets of FTL travel, which they use to deliver the necessities of life. They write poetry, great works of literature, plays, and some damn good movies and entertainment that don't involve mas shoot-em-ups. Ever see Ikiru? It's a tale of a bureaucrat who rises above mediocrity, and in the last months of his life, makes something of himself. The Doc used to bring all these old movies. You've got philosophers, writers, people in general who insist on using their intellect not for blood or oppression. But for creative pursuits."

She shook her head and said, half-jokingly: "I'm sorry if I offended you; your hospitality was quite excellent otherwise. Just had to get my point across. The rhetoric is so thick in here, you'd be able to cut it with one of these steak knives." She then took one last apple, looked at it, and took a big bite out of it. Finishing it, she then picked up a napkin, wiped her hands purposefully, and then asked, "Where's the facilities? I'd like to clean myself up."

Sarah sighed, "Of course, just go to it, you know where it is. If not you can access the directions from the main database. You may come and go as you please. Perhaps later on, if you desire we can talk some more. You have not offended us, you just have different experiences that we do not. Your insight is quite unique, and we respect that." Sarah replied to Gracie.

(sorry for the crap post but I am tired)

Sarah sighed, "Of course, just go to it, you know where it is. If not you can access the directions from the main database. You may come and go as you please. Perhaps later on, if you desire we can talk some more. You have not offended us, you just have different experiences that we do not. Your insight is quite unique, and we respect that." Sarah replied to Gracie.

(sorry for the crap post but I am tired)

Gracie heard them, and only replied with a simple, "I gotcha. Loud and clear." With a smile, she bowed, and said, "Thank you again. It was a damn fine meal." With that, she left the room, and found the toilet facilities. Just as Sarah had indicated, Gracie knew the way by heart. Washing her hands, she then felt something stuck in her teeth....how to get it out was the question. Feeling around, she eventually tried picking at it, without success.

Then, came the idea of using floss. If it cleaned teeth, then why not specks of steak? She then unspooled some floss, cleaned her teeth out, and then brushed up. Like with the fork and knife, it took some getting used to to navigate a toothbrush and toothpaste. She tried swallowing it, and gagged somewhat; spitting the rest out, she mumbled, "Of course, spit out the paste, don't eat it. You're not a kid."

Leaning on the sink and looking in the mirror, she saw her new face for the first time. Feeling it, she tugged at the skin bits and flexed her facial muscles, smiling, frowning, showing her teeth. She could pass for that pre-Apocalypse action starlet...what was her name....Michelle Yeoh? Yeah. Ah well. She was somewhat dissapointed that her new benefactors didn't give her a younger body, but then again, they did hint at her new "motherhood" status. Just who the hell was Imperius? They didn't say much about her, but she had the feeling that given the character of Antonescu, the man who stole that copy of Gracie some time ago, she knew it wouldn't have ended well. Especially if she was with this bunch of fanatics.

Having done her business, she left the bathroom and then began walking around the facility. She would get to know her benefactors while she was in their midst.

The Receptionist noticed nothing, only watching the TV as Chess Headman told a horror story about a shooting, complete with screaming people and crying people out in the front of Griffith Observatory.

But "Liang" noticed. As she tended to Dr. Jones' recovery and checked his sutures, she kept looking over her shoulder frantically, as if she was keeping watch for someone, or something. Then, a beeping. Liang picked up what looked like a worn version of the Dornalian PDA, and looked at it, mumbling to herself, "Oh, no...." in a calm but frantic voice.

Dr. Jones didn't understand the nurse's reaction. He looked at her with a worried expression and simply said, "Yes? What is it?" The nurse looked at Jones and said, in a deadly serious voice, "Someone's coming." Leaving Dr. Jones confused as she walked away from him, she then closed the door, put the Doctor behind a curtain, and then moved to the bathroom. Once inside, she then unholstered two pistols, very large railpistols made in .45 caliber on the M1A chassis, but with an added punch. Holding them out in front of her, she aimed at the door...

The man kicked down the door and opened the box of flowers, revealing an M5 shot gun he just took from the store stepping on the flowers as he walks forward. He lifted the gun, aimed it straight for "Liang"'s chest and fired...

The man kicked down the door and opened the box of flowers, revealing an M5 shot gun he just took from the store stepping on the flowers as he walks forward. He lifted the gun, aimed it straight for "Liang"'s chest and fired...

"Liang's" eyes widened, and then she dove forward under the hail of shotgun shells that riddled the bathroom with buckshot, ripping up the wall and undoing a month's work of plastering and building. As she dived, "Liang" opened fire with her dual laspistols, firing at the madman's hands and then his center of mass. When she landed on the floor, she immediately lept up and to the rear.

She cursed herself for not having a strong Frost plasmid. Ever since the Commissariat of Science had refined plasmids to a level stable enough for military use, they had become standard issue where she came from. And that was good enough for her. Still, as it was though she could shock the rampaging monster with a lot of electricity, and thus stop him in his tracks. It was a trick she learned during her days fighting guys like these.

With those thoughts in mind, she extended her hand forward and delivered a nasty jolt to the would-be assasin. Shooting the man with one hand and shocking him with the other, she landed on the floor and slid back, focusing on her quarry....

"Liang's" eyes widened, and then she dove forward under the hail of shotgun shells that riddled the bathroom with buckshot, ripping up the wall and undoing a month's work of plastering and building. As she dived, "Liang" opened fire with her dual laspistols, firing at the madman's hands and then his center of mass. When she landed on the floor, she immediately lept up and to the rear.

She cursed herself for not having a strong Frost plasmid. Ever since the Commissariat of Science had refined plasmids to a level stable enough for military use, they had become standard issue where she came from. And that was good enough for her. Still, as it was though she could shock the rampaging monster with a lot of electricity, and thus stop him in his tracks. It was a trick she learned during her days fighting guys like these.

With those thoughts in mind, she extended her hand forward and delivered a nasty jolt to the would-be assasin. Shooting the man with one hand and shocking him with the other, she landed on the floor and slid back, focusing on her quarry....

The man froze in space as the electricity surrounded his body. The last thing he saw before he shut down for 120 seconds was the image of this "Liang" sliding past landing several shots at him with her pistol.
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Meanwhile...
The shot rang out, Jukassa screamed and opened his eyes to find that there was no blood on him. Instead, he saw the head of the Impostor of Councilor Riddikor on the floor next to him. Sergeant Travin was holding a laser shotgun, which took off the head of the would-be assassin. He sighed as he wobbled over to Jukassa and held out his hand, "come, we must go to the Council Chambers. We need to leave this planet soon and pick up another kid."

"Who?"

"Travis Masaki."

The man froze in space as the electricity surrounded his body. The last thing he saw before he shut down for 120 seconds was the image of this "Liang" sliding past landing several shots at him with her pistol.

With that, Liang opened the curtain, and then began moving the gurney quickly, rolling over the body of the assailant as she ran out of there with Dr. Jones. Jones was certainly confused, as he began asking, "What the hell is going on!? Nurse? Who was that man!?" in a frantic voice. The staff was frantic as well, and security was rushing to the room as they began examining what the hell was going on. As Liang moved the gurney quicker, looking about for trouble, and Dr. Jones got louder in his questions, Liang grabbed his hand and spoke with the darkest conviction. With a voice that suggested hardened combat instincts and a desire to stay alive:

"Come with me if you want to live."

Jones couldn't deny that. The woman's conviction made him silent, and as she ran into the medical bay, put him into an ambulance, and then pulled out her pistol at the orderly who tried to stop her. She then smiled and said, "Keys, please." Throwing her the keys, she then started the motor, and drove out into traffic, turning on the sirens and clearing the street.

New Coredia Temporal Defense Agency, Outer Rim, Corusca Galaxy

27110 AR (After Republic)

In the years after young Travis Masaki took a mission that resulted in him travelling 4000 years into the past, the Jedi Order had commissioned a task force dedicated to preventing that sort of problem from happening again. This task force, equipped with the best technology Vector Industries could invent -or steal- grew to one of the most powerful organizations in the galaxy, with the goal of ensuring that the space-time continuum did not break down and annhiliate billions of helpless beings, past, present and future.

The Temporal Defense Agency complex would appear to outsiders to be an ordinary complex in an indistinguishable city on a random Outer Rim planet, and it was true on the surface. Beneath, however, it was a dimensional pocket, split off from the rest of the continuum to ensure it would be protected from any temporal or dimensional effects that would otherwise ravage those who were supposed to clean them up. It would take a truly divine effort to breach the numerous safety parameters and walls put into place.

But that wasn't important. What was important was that a Level Eight Temporal Incursion has occurred and TDA Director Jacob Ramsey was the man who's watch currently has the issue on his plate.

A pink-haired Realian, a kind of organic droid similar to Cylons, only loyal, was on the ball. "Director, we're detecting event signatures consistent with a Level Eight Temporal Incursion, centered around Emperor Masaki, Queen Hera of Kobol and Supreme Councilor Jukassa of the Huntarians. Timeframe: Two thousand years ago, about the time the three were young. Children."

"A Level Eight Incursion? Are you sure?" Director Ramsey asked sharply from his command post. A Level Eight would be the deliberate tampering of the timestream to bring about major disruptive changes in the present. This kind of incursion, centering around the three major resistance leaders of the Imperius War is most certainly detrimential to their present health.

"Yes sir. Signs point to a spacetime disruption that would lead to severe repercussions in the current spacetime continuum ie, the here and now. There is an eighty percent chance that it could lead to Coredia and her allies severely diminished, if not altogether eliminated. It's a major Butterfly Effect in the making."

"In that case, I want all possible scenarios that could arise from this incursion and the likely suspects," Although he already suspected Imperius, it didn't hurt to figure out if other parties were involved. "with possible solutions on my desk within the next half-hour. I also want the three parties involved notified immediately!"

"As ordered, Director!"

Though he wasn't a Jedi, just a well-trained Time Agent who crawled up through the ranks, Director Ramsey had the sneaking suspicion the Emperor may well know about this already. After all, he was considered the first Time Agent by temporal historians, attuned to the ebb and flow of the timestream. Still, if nothing was done, it may not matter in the long run...

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New Coredia, Mobile Capital of the United Coredian Empire

Emperor Travis Masaki, Avatar of the Force, Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces and sexiest man alive in five centuries according to GQ, Playboy Galactic, and all the other salivating tabloids was in the middle of a summit meeting with Queen Hera to discuss the latest of the Imperius War when he felt a strange disturbance in the Force, like that of an approaching breeze.

Then white-hot pain split his body and he doubled over in agony, barely listening to the cries of people around them. Travis tried reaching out into the Force to block off the pain, but found only that he was, for some reason, disappearing...

Through pain-filled eyes, he saw people running towards him, one of them appearing to be his older cousin Rina Masaki. Weakened ears detected a faint humming sound, like that of a device being activated. Then...a blinding flash of light and the pain disappeared.

"Looks like I made it just in time." Rina Masaki grinned as she deactivated the device. "Temporal Stabilization Trap, guaranteed to keep you in reality when everything else breaks down!"

"W-what happened?" Travis asked her.

"The TDA just detected a Level Eight Temporal Incursion surrounding you, Hera and Jukassa that appears to have the effect of making your present self disappear. Something in the past is affecting the present, and it's not a pretty picture. We're working on what's happening, but worst-case appears to be a far more powerful Imperius than the current one, poised to invade a smaller version of the Free Nations."

"Damn her." Travis growled. "What else do we know about this?"

Rina grew serious. "Something affected your timeline badly enough to cause you to disappear. My best guess is that you've been killed at a time when you're more vulnerable to enemy assault."

Travis' face paled. "That would mean somewhere in my teenage years. I had potential then, but not the power and the experience I have now."

"My thoughts exactly. We're going to examine options, but I'd say we'd have to ensure the safety of your younger self by sending someone back in time to make sure he--well, you, make it out alive. Hera and Jukassa are also affected, but not as badly, it appears."

"I see. Let's not waste any time, then. Get me to the TDA." Emperor Masaki ordered. He turned to Hera. "This involves you, too, so I would be honored if you'll join me."

OOC: CW, techncally, Liberated Gracie should be one of the Big Leaders of the Anti-Imperius Resistance, representing New Dornalia. After all, Imperius seems o deem her creator (and eventually later, Liberated Gracie herself) as worthy targets.

IC:

As Liang drove out of the hospital and into the street, Jones screamed out from the back, "What the hell is going on!? Where are you taking me!?" Liang drove through a red light, saved only by the virtue of her sirens, and slammed into another car, sending it reeling into a nearby lightpost and damaging the hood of the ambulance. She didn't have time to hear Jones complain. She had to get as far away from that place as possible. The hospital was a danger zone, with that Enforcer running about. It was a shame those civvies didn't know what they were dealing with, but that was the bitch of it.

After things calmed somewhat, Liang finally said, "I'm here from the future, that man--or more precisely, that battle robot in human form--was trying to kill you. Name's Colonel Victoria Liang, 1st Marine Commando Regiment. And I'm here to protect you at all costs." Swerving into a suburb, she muttered, "All this, Doctor Jones.....it doesn't exist where I come from. Not anymore. Not Wilshire, not Los Angeles, not San Francisco, not Earth, not Luxembourgia, certainly." Jones could only mutter, "Why?" taking in all the horrible and fantastic news.....

She then parked in front of a gun shop, and got out. Running into the store, she then plopped down a wad of bills and said, "I need your biggest wattage lasgun and an M6 Auto Shotgun." The owner said, "Well, missy, hold on a moment.....you need to pay the Tax Stamp, and fill out Form D. Dontcha know that?" Liang flashed her Marine Commando credentials, and the man said, "Well in that case....you don't gotta pay the tax. But you still need form D, missy. And a background check I do for everyone."

Liang then spotted a Mark II Portable Lascannon. Smiling, she then said, "In the name of the Workers and Peasants of New Dornalia, under the powers vested in me by the Law Concerning the People's National Defense, I hereby requisition that Mark II Portable Lascannon. Which I doubt you should be selling out in the open like that." She then whipped out one of the railpistols and said, "Now, hand it over, boyo." Eyeing the Kroot Kalashnikov, she then said, "Oh, and that Kroot AK too." The gun owner sighed, and delivered both into her hands, with the needed ammo. She nodded and said, "Thank you!" before runnng off into the ambulance and driving off.

New Coredia
Two thousand years minus Twelve hours from now.

The “Queen” listened to the chatter, the panic and despair that permeated the room, like smoke. It was everywhere, in everything, as Emperor Travis faded away for a moment. The room felt panic, fear, and most of all anger, as the beloved Emperor flickered in and out of existence.

The emotions were nearly unbearable, as they flowed through Hera. She gently placed her hands on her head as she tried to push them out. Still the voices of the room spoke, both aloud, and within.

“What the hell is going on?”

“We need to stop this.”

She could feel the tears, behind the statue masks of his advisors. Travis was obviously loved by his people. Hera smiled to herself, as she thought back. “If only they knew the screwball kid I once knew.” she mused to herself.

“Damn her.” Travis then yelled out. As he did, Hera just stared at the Immortal Emperor, her dark brown eyes, looking at his. “You know Auntie Imperius is a bitch. Why do you seem so surprised?” Hera asked him.

She waited for the response, until the near panicking Travis got up. He held his arm to the young Queen, and asked her to go along.

“It has all happened before.” she said, as she got up. For a Queen, or so her title was to the Massaki, she looked anything but. She wore a plain, t-shirt with the name of some band from her planet on it. Her jeans were slightly ripped at the knees, and her feet adorned sandals. Her brown hair was pulled back, into a pony tail. She rose from her lush chair, and then smiled to Travis. “Travis....” she said smiling, “No need to be so cordial. We are friends after all.” she replied, as she followed the Emperor.

(Going to Continue in the present day when CW posts the modern Jedi meeting.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbXjANazYzE

Future:

Travis turned to “Queen” Hera, of Kobol, and smiled. “That may be true.” Travis replied with a kind and gentle smile, “but you are a queen to many, even if you do not act, or dress like one..” He held his hand up, in a gentleman’s way and helped her up.

Hera looks to Travis, “Screw you to. ” she replied smiling to the Emperor of Coredia.

“My pleasure, please follow me.” Travis responds, as they walk down a long hallway, escorted by both guards from Kobol and Coredia. Soon they approached a room, filled with fantastic lights and all sorts of equipment. Hera looked around the room and smiled, “I take it we are going for a ride then.” she said, as she looked up to the now much taller Travis Massaki.

Travis looked down to her and laughed, “So to speak, your highness.” he said. He knew she hated that title, even if it fit. Hera’s smile turned to a neutral position, as she turned to the teleport device.

Hera sighed, as she walked up on the white glowing floor, along side her, the Emperor Massaki. The teleport pad itself is a cylindrical tube with round markings on the top and bottom part of the pad itself. When a person steps onto a pad, a holographic screen pops up asking where a person wants to go. Once the destination is inputted, a series of four strange lights surround the person and within seconds, they disappear, only to reappear on another pad elsewhere.

Present Day:
Issus Jedi Coucil

In the hidden city, within the mountains the city sat. Now the new Capitol of Coredia, and the new central head of the Coredian Empire, housed the largest structure the Jedi still had left that was not compromised.

The Cylon presence on this planet was minimized, due to it’s low population and lack of industry. Aside from one tiny outpost, in the jungle, the cylons did not seem to care about this planet. It was lightly defended, and was the perfect size for Coredia to spy on them.

Jedi Temple:

Hera stood there, holding the newest member of the hybrids, the young infant Athena. Hera’s gaze upon the infant was one that was truly unique to the Jedi Council. For the first time in the young girl’s history, peace flowed from Hera, love, goodness. Beside her stood the young Travis Massaki.

The jedi just stared at the pair, for a moment. Shock seemed to be the order of today, until Master Elindel spoke up. “Hera Agathon. Travis Masaki. You are here today to be debriefed on what had happened while on your mission to the Colonies.”

Next Emily responded, “Hera, why do you not begin to tell us what happened?”

Hera did not hear them at first, she was lost in her own world, until she felt a tiny nudge on her shoulder. She turned around quickly, to see Travis staring at her. He motioned his head towards the council, as his eyes grew wider. “Tell them.” Travis urged her.

“I am sorry.” Hera replied. “The mission was a failure, we did not succeed in completing the objective. When we arrived on the Ares, the situation changed. The ship was attacked, and after I met with Lord Atrox, and Reika and I saved all we could after the terrorist attack on the ship, it became unfeasible to continue the operation.” Hera said.

“What happened?” Daniel Massaki asked.

“Well after I encountered and had an amiable conversation with Atrox in the gym, I has a vision, as did he. The man who stalked me, the pervert in white, would try to kill a great portion of the crew. Once I was free of it, and Atrox was impotent from the vision, I ran to save Athena here. Once she was safe, I then met up with Reika, and Atrox and attempted to stop the man before it was too late. Although it was too late as nine explosions occurred, and I ended up having to shoot the man that the Man in White was possessing with the colt.” Hera said with a slight smirk on her face.

"I see. What happened next?" King Sarinon asked.

“Well we had to blend in, but Cain never came back to the Ares. We hid the best we could, and due to our honorable actions, Lord Atrox covered for us. Reika however along with Kensuke had to stay behind to avoid suspicion, but needless to say we never had a chance to take the target out.” Hera responded. “At least with methods that would not be traced back here by the Ta’Nar or Avatars.” Hera responded, as Athena began to cry.

Hera lifted up the young baby and placed her on her shoulder. Gently she began to pat the baby’s back til she belched. “Is that better sweety?” Hera asked the baby.

"What's your story?" Daniel asked Travis.

"I didn't see what happened, considering that I was outside on CAP." Travis said. "But Reika would back her up, if she was here. She told me what happened in the aftermath. We never got to Cain...and at this point, I don't think we should, in light of the fact that someone was out to get her."

"Mmm. It was a mistake to send you off in the first place." Daniel said

Hera stayed silent, as she slowly lifted Athena off her shoulder. The young blond haired infant just looked to her sister and smiled.

A sputtering Katrina responded. "But at least we came out of it to the better. How did you manage to get out?"

Hera looked to Katrina, “Same way we got in Kat, we took a viper and a raptor and jumped out of the system.” Hera said with a look on her face like “How stupid are you?”

Katrina reddened at the look on Hera's face, forcing me to give her a warning look.

Actually, I'll amend that a bit. "I was transferred to the Colonial's secret military facility, hijacked the newest, sweetest version of the Viper and came home with it."

"Spoken like a true fighter jock." Katrina grumbled.

"Indeed." Daniel nodded sagely.

Hera rolled her eyes at the exchange, “If you say so.” the young Hera responded.

Hera then looked down to her now squirming sister. “Anyway, that is about it, oh yeah and Athena’s mom was blown up also. It was quite sad.” Hera said sarcastically, at her after thought.

“Do not speak lightly of the child’ s mother!” Emily chided Hera.

Hera looked to Emily, “I am sorry, Emily.” Hera responded, “You are right that was not respectful. After all she did give birth to my sister, even if that was the only decent thing she did in her life.” Hera replied.

Emily looked at Hera, with eyes that could cut like a knife. “Hera, you will meet with me after this meeting.” she exclaimed.

Hera sighed, “Yes Master Rydo.” Hera said, knowing the scolding she was about to recieve. Hera thought to herself, “I might even have to go to the corner.”

"Now, before wrapping up this meeting, do you two have anything else to add? Any thoughts on the Colonies while you were there?" Tsunade asked.

Hera turned to Tsunade. “Well as you can imagine, they are pissed. Their flag ship was hit by a terrorist attack, and they do not understand the nature of the force or any magical things. Many in the military believe it was you who did this.” Hera said. “And who can blame them, really, as far as the average Colonial military person is concerned, this is the way you fight, like cowards, instead of with ships.” Hera said.

She then turned to Daniel, “They feel like you did when Hallen attacked your Exodus fleet. Hurt Betrayed, but unlike you, it is a feeling they are becoming all too accustomed to. They are becoming increasingly paranoid, and dangerous. I would say that if it was not for the Ta’Nar or the Avatars, the battlestars would be dropping into your orbit right around now.” Hera said calmly.

“If they only knew the truth, it would be even more devastating. The Colonies are like an abused and rabid dog. They are sick, hurt, wounded, and still they constantly get poked and beaten. As soon as they figure out who to bite, they will, even if it kills them.” Hera responded to Tsunade’s question in full.

"And we've only made it worse with our foolishness." Daniel said bitterly, making the Council wince. "Thank you, Hera, Travis. You are dismissed."

Hera slowly turned and began to walk out the door. “Hera” she heard the normally sweet voice of Master Rydo. “A word.”

Hera looked down to Athena, “Here it comes, I am sure one day I will have to do this to you.” she replied to the young infant who was still squirming in her arms.

Two Thousand Years From Now:

The loss of the Twelve Colonies still struck a chord of woe within the Godulan Legion, resonating deeply upon the various refugee worlds as haunting songs and melodies drifted through the air from sources unknown. Sadness hung upon the lilting verses like a pall, and beneath that pall rode an undercurrent of anger... of hate. First had been the Coredian assault on the Colonies, then came the Abh, then the Cylons, then the Imperius-Cylons... Too much to handle. Too much to recover from. Too much to repair.

And so the Colonies were now a dead system, wreathed in the detritus of thousands of dead vessels and long since passed corpses and... something else. A strange sense of 'awareness' seemed to permeate the area, giving any who sought to attempt any salvage of the swirling debris the feeling of being watched, and an eerie sense of dread that was sufficient to cause such looters to turn and flee in much the same manner as an antelope bolting in the face of a lion's scent drifting across its nose. Something remained on these blasted worlds, here and there a shadow would move without cause to do so, elsewhere a shattered building would collapse, only to be brought back the next day, showing no sign of the forces that returned it to its earlier state.

One day, not long after this strange thing began, a small monument appeared in the middle of what once was Caprica City, but was now simply ground zero of a nuclear explosion. A simple monolith now stood at the very center of what had once been a vicious explosion that killed millions, and beneath this monolith was a small plaque that read the following:

That Is Not Dead Which Can Eternal Lie,
And With Strange Eons, Even Death May Die.

Few know of this monument. Fewer still have seen it from anything closer than low orbit. Even fewer are willing to talk about it.

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A stalemate had long existed between the Imperius forces and what now consisted of the Godulan Protected Worlds. The destruction of the Colonies caused them to go into a form of withdrawal as they isolated themselves from virtually all external entities, even their ancient Balroggan allies, though the Balroggans knew instinctively that there was no ill will meant in the separation. The Godulans were... too busy.

Something else happened to the Godulans during their introspection, but few could venture a guess as to what exactly that something else was. One day the Kythonic Godulans reigned supreme, the next they were gone, and no sign remained of their existence... and yet somehow everybody knew they remained. The singing continued, the occasional Avatar would roam the streets of refugee towns, and everybody just had the fundamental sense that the Godulans were watching over them... protecting them from harm and even mending their hurts if any were injured. True to form, wounds knitted miraculously, broken bones mended within moments, and there was no disease to speak of. Even arthritis and other geriatric conditions seemed nonexistent upon these protected worlds.

For the refugees that came here, fleeing the onslaught and devastation that the Imperius brought forth upon virtually everything that offended its sight, which was virtually everything, these worlds were paradise.

Once, a long time ago, the Imperius sent a great fleet of warships to invade Godulan territory, to teach them a 'lesson' against taking in refugees so willingly. At the time, the strange 'disappearance' of the Godulan Kythons0 had not yet been established as common knowledge. Only a select few who still retained contact with the few Godulan Avatars knew that something had taken place at all.

Only two ships of the Imperius fleet escaped from Godulan territory, barely maintaining structural integrity despite the fact that great gashes and voids dotted each vessel. These cataclysmic wounds did not seem resultant from explosions or weapons at all. For some reason, it simply looked as though the various pieces of the ships had just... floated away. Telemetry however painted a different picture, as any video footage showed great lances of shadow encasing shafts of sickly green light struck Imperius vessels directly across the bow. These bolts did not register on any sensor, nor did they seem impeded by shields or even intervening targets. The struck vessels did not show any immediate damage...

At first.

In the case of one ship, the lance struck it square on the nose, and all at once the interior of the ship burst with the same sickly green luminance for but a moment, then faded away. At first communications from the vessel was confused and perplexed, then a sense of exhultation radiated out from the ship as bits and pieces began to dislodge from the ship, floating away and eventually vanishing from existence. Soon, the entire vessel faded into oblivion, and the exhultation lingered for a few moments before fading as well.

And so it went with the others: strike, confusion, exhultation, oblivion.

Word of such a horrendous failure did not circulate, as the Godulans were not talkative, nor were the Imperius forces willing to publicize such a catastrophic defeat. The Godulans did not seem inclined to strike back at the Imperius forces for their impertinence, so the recent state of 'hostilities' between the two had taken the form of constant Imperius patrols around Godulan territorial space and the Imperius working feverishly to find some sort of weapon against the Godulans in light of significantly sketchy information.

Such came one day as the Imperius launched a single torpedo into Godulan space, at tremendous hyperspace velocities, to strike at a single refugee world. This torpedo struck the world and detonated a massive hypermatter warhead that very swiftly cleansed the world of all life and about 90% of its atmosphere as well. It had been swift and devastating... but the second torpedo that entered Godulan space ended up somehow materializing on the far end of territorial space and impacting the flagship of an Imperius patrol fleet. Apparently, the Godulans would not be caught unawares twice...

The telepathic shriek of outrage could be felt even by droids light years away from the borders of Godulan Space, and almost immediately after the 'redirection' of the second torpedo, contact with all remaining Imperius Fleets patrolling the 'border' was lost.

From several points around the border of Godulan space, strange black vessels appeared, consisting of several blades of some unknown black material that floated separate from each other but seemed to move as one. These vessels were approximately five kilometers long, but they gave off no sensor readings... there was just the palpable presence they gave as they emerged from nonexistence and began their inexorable trek towards known Imperius systems...

The Scourge would reign again...

waiting for Wick or CW to post then I can leave the jedi temple and the fun can begin

waiting for Wick or CW to post then I can leave the jedi temple and the fun can begin

OOC: Also, if you'll remember, Gracie is still exploring the Cylon ship. Give her a few good scares if you can.

Also, will expound some more on Vicky later on. Placeholder, as Physical Geography quizzes need to be studied for.

"Hera, what possessed you to denigrade your sister's mother so?" Emily asked sternly.

Hera looked down to Athena, then slowly raised her gaze to Emily.

"Emily, if she was worthy of my respect she would have it. Instead she was a child-abusing motherfrakker. Why should I give a damn about respecting her memory?" Hera replied coldly.

"How did you learn of this child abuse?" Emily asked, crossing her arms.

Hera looked to Emily, giving her a look of slight confusion, then gazed back down to Athena.

"Through the Force, Emily." she replied, almost shocked that Emily would not have known the answer.

Hera then looked to Master Rydo. "Would you care to hold her?" she asked the Jedi Master, one of the few people Hera trusted implicitly.

Emily sighed. "Very well. You should know better than to take visions at face value. It is known that a strong Force user can give false visions. You only believe that she was abused by the mother because you saw what you wanted to see."

Hera hands over Athena, as the eight pound baby gently falls asleeep in Emily's arms. "Who would want to lie to me or send me a vision of that? What would it earn them to do so?"

"Can you think of anyone who would have that power?" Emily asked knowingly as she rocked the child.

Hera looked down for a second. "Yes I know of a few, yourself, Daniel, Travis, Cal, maybe even Atrox or Hawkins. But it would not make sense to fake such visions, after all what would me going and getting her have to gain anyone?"

"Which one of those you mentioned would have the most to gain from one such as you and Athena?" Emily pressed.

Hera looked at Master Rydo. "I do not know who would want me to go to the Ares. Cal was there but I killed him, surely he knew I would, so that was not productive, then Atrox, but what would he gain by saying hi then leaving? Neither you not Daniel, nor Hawkins had anything to gain unless you want to start a hybrid collection."

Then Hera paused. "Tsunade... she would want Athena to run her tests on, to drain her blood, and to experiment on like a lab rat. " Hera replied as her voice got colder. It sounded logical to her.

"Only in the sense that more Jedi would be beneficial to the Order. Tsunade? Emily smiled bitterly. "Well, she would have the motive, but she's never been strong in mental offensives."

"That is the understatement of the year." Hera retorted as she rolled her eyes. "Do you know the answer?

"I would say Calamity is your best bet. If what you said was true, he was interested in you ever since you came to know the Force." Emily mused

Hera sighed, "Why would Calamity want me to shoot him down like a rabid dog?" she asked Master Rydo. "I killed him forever, he is gone and can not come back. What benefit was it for him, assuming this conspiracy is even right?"

"Because in the Sith tradition, there can only be two: the master and the apprentice. What happens when the Sith apprentice kills the master?" Emily asked.

Hera paused for a moment as the realization hit her, the most obvious answer possible, so blatant it could have been on a billboard before her. Hera looked shocked.

"Does this mean..." she asked looking terrified


"He has marked you as an apprentice." Emily said sadly.

Hera sat down on the ground, and crossed her legs. Her face was blank as the words came out of her mouth, "Am I sith now?" she asked.

"I killed him out of anger, with Sith Alchemy. He deserved it, and after what he did to me after his death, I am even happier that frakking bastard is dead."

SHe looked up to Emily, "I could not let him do the same to Athena." she said as a tear came out of her eye.

Emily saw her in a new light. If she, as a traditionalist Jedi would say, was a Sith, she was the most unusual Sith she ever met. She showed a restraint that is not common and she even showed true remorse. On top of that, she wasn't even interested in power. Although she is volatile and emotional, that is true of any teenager.

Emily sighed. "Some would say so. But you are nothing like a Sith."

"What makes you think so?" she asked Master Rydo

"You have shown remorse." Emily pointed out.


Hera smiled, "Then again, some say I am crazy. Remember how even you thought I was a danger to everyone."

"I remember." Emily replied, not liking what she thought then.

"So how do you know this?" Hera asked as the tears stopped flowing, yet her cheeks remained red.

Hera placed her hands on the ground and pushed herself up. "How do you know you can trust me, or can you trust me?"

"You hold the life of your sister in your hands." Emily said. "That is how I know I can trust you."

Hera's face looked even more puzzled.

"Jedi and their cryptic answers." Hera thought to herself.

"What does Athena have to do with this?" Hera asked.

"You shine with light every time she is around you." Emily smiled. "She means everything to you. A Traditionalist Jedi would say to let go of attachments, but this Order says that attachments is what makes a Jedi whole. As such, I can trust you because Athena trusts you."

Emily gave the child back. "Raise her in the light, Hera. Raise her to know compassion as I have shown you compassion. The Masakis have a saying: Power is nothing without compassion. Never forget why a Jedi has powers. It is a gift to help others, not to seek harm."

Hera quickly took the sleeping child.

"I do not understand, but I will do my best." Hera said, almsot sadly. SHe did not understand fully what Emily meant, but in time, she would come to understand what she said.

"In time, you will. May the Force be with you." Master Rydo said, effectively ending the scolding.

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"Remain." I said coldly as the Council began packing up. The words stung them and they sat back down. "What had happened to us? I will say this: I am glad the assassination attempt failed."

"What...Daniel?!" Katrina began, but I held up a hand.

"What would the Colonies have done if we were found out? Total war. More allies would likely have turned against us, yes even the Godulans." I added that. "And they would have entered the Imperial camp in the end, causing us to destroy them even more. Do we really want that to happen?"

"Of course not." Master Elendil said.

"Of course not. Furthermore, we have other problems. Bailey Kipper, the Caprica Incident and anything else that have stained us." I said. "We are weakening and there is no one else to blame but ourselves."

"What would you have us do, then?" Tsunade asked.

"Search your feelings and you'll know what must be done." I implored. "This Council must apologize for all it's misdeeds. This Council must reform its policies. We walk the balance of light and dark, but that doesn't mean that we have to be stupid. We have forgotten that power is nothing without compassion. We have forgotten that we are Jedi, guardians of peace and justice in the galaxy. We have become more interested in playing politics than doing what is right. We have become more Sith than some Sith we used to know."

I ended my rant and silence reigned for a while as my eyes trailed on every member. I could feel that they were very troubled by my words.

"You are correct, Daniel." King Sarinon bowed his head. "We have been remiss in our duties and we are paying the price for it."

Masters Curtis, Tilton and Blayden gave 'I told you looks' to the others.

Master Lowbacca sighed. "<What of Bailey Kipper, then? We have Exiled him, perhaps too quickly.>"

"Find him." I said sternly. "Actually...have Taylor find him. I know he has a score to settle with him. He's almost Woodian." I added, smiling wryly.

Katrina sighed. "Maybe I should reach out to Cain. End the animosity between us. Because if we don't, we'll stumble into war anyway. Maybe we can pry her off the Chronosians as well."

"Do that." I nodded. I raised an eyebrow to Tsunade. "What about you?"

Tsunade looked at me, then sighed. "You know I intend to pass the torch to someone else soon and retire. I should allow my exit to be with honor. I...will make amends to Hera Agathon and keep my promise to the late Commander Ford. Let us reach out to the Colonies through Vector's rebuilding program and ask for a meeting."

I nodded. "Very well. We can no longer afford to make mistakes. We can no longer allow the Dark Side to penetrate the High Council. We must ensure that all future actions are executed properly."

OOC: Wick, you can post any time now!

Athena (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewBraxURG_w)

Fate and time are like a road, the path may lay uncertain, where the curves are, where the pot holes are. The road may be changed, the pot holes fixed, the curves straightened out but the destination is always the same. — Hera Agatheon

Present Day
Issus

Emily’s words struck Hera to the core, the revelations not so much the words that came from the conversation. “Who am I?”she asked herself as she placed her sister in a hand held carrier. Hera looked to her sister with loving eyes, “Am I a Jedi, or a Sith?” she had to ask herself. “Am I a sister, or a mother? Am I just nothing more than a killer, an abomination of nature or truly the ‘first of God’s generation’?” she continued to ask herself, as she walked out of the Jedi Temple.

Future (Several hours after the meeting)

Kobol

Hera, Nickolas and Athena walk up to the opera house. Hera always loved that building, even in her youth, she often visited it, in her mind and in her soul. Her first visions centered around it, some past event that forever scarred the original opera house into the fate of the planet itself. So it was only fitting that when she came to power, it was her first reconstruction project. Six white curtains adorned the backdrop of the opera house in the “City of the gods”. The walls were covered in mosaics, and the balconies and railing covered in pure gold. Marble adorned the floor, with the pure red walls. This place, became exactly what she always saw in her mind, when she slept, in her dreams. Here and now, it was the cultural center of Kobol, how fitting for the mission that was needed.

Hera smiled as she turned to her brother and sister. “There is a complication.” Hera replied.

Nick smiled, “Well, what is new?” he replied.

Athena said nothing, as she let Hera continue. “It would appear that Travis died two thousand years ago.” she replied.

“And this is a bad thing how?” Athena interjected.

“How in the frak is that possible?” Nick asked. “You just said you have seen him, hell we have all met him at some point.” Nick exclaimed.

Hera smiled, “It would seem Aunt Imperius has sent people back in time, to kill him and us.” Hera replied calmly.

Athena shrugged, “So what, there are sufficient resurrection pods to insure we do not die, who gives a frak.” she replied.

Nick turned to Athena for a moment, “That is true, the bitch can not be that stupid. She should know that...” Nick replied.\

Hera paused for a moment, "Yes but Athena was young back then, and Travis is not a hybrid. Without him, it will be a major loss for our side in this war. Whether or not you like him, we need him."

Hera placed her hand on Athena's shoulders, “ Athena I want you to go to the Massaki’s time teleport machine and go back in time to help save him.”

Athena’s eyes grew wider, “You can not be serious, you want us to save that prick. After all the Coredia did to us, or did you forget the Coredian war?” Athena protested.

Hera placed her finger to her lips, and simply said shhh... “Yes they frakked us up in the past, but that is the past. We need their help and they need ours. Besides that was a long time ago, you need to let go. We are allies now, and he is my friend.” Hera replied

Athena placed her hands on her hips, “This is a frakking nightmare, why should we...” Athena exclaimed until Hera interrupted her as Hera’s eyes grew yellow, “Because I said so. You have already done this, you just do not know it yet. I am not asking you to be friends with them, or to even give a shit about them, but you are going back to stop his death. Is that clear.” Hera replied as her voice began to get angrier.

Athena held her hands up her palms open and backed away, “It is clear.” Athena replied.

Nick paused for a moment at the spectacle, “Wait if this is true, then why are we worried. The past is in the past, and it has already happened. It can not be changed, and any attempts to change the present through the past will either lead up to the present, or fail.” he replied.

Hera paused for a moment, “That is true, but Imperius is not that intelligent, is she? Travis asked me to send one of you back as a favor, to make sure he survives. The future of Coredia and Kobol depends on it, and I need you to look after my younger self.” Hera replied.

Athena looked to Hera. “Why not Nick, he has a soft spot for the Massaki’s, especially for Riley.” she replied.

Nick looked to Athena, “That was one time at a party, and we were all quite drunk.” he replied smiling.

Athena cast her gaze to Nick, “Please we have all seen the way you look at her.”

“One night only, that is all.” Nick retorted

Hera looked to Nick, “Shut up you whore.” she replied smiling. She then turned to Athena, “I am selecting you cause Nick and I were older at the time, you were just an infant. So any actions you do then will have no consequences.” Hera replied.

Athena looked to Hera, and replied sarcastically, “By Your Command.” she said.

Athena then turned and began to walk out of the Opera house. Hera shouted, “One more thing, three days after you arrive...” Hera yelled.

Athena stopped for a second, as she let a sigh out. “Yes?”

“Will be the first time we download. Do not try to stop it, it needs to happen. Instead go to the cylon base in the jungle of Issus and wait there.”

Athena said nothing as she walked out. “Could this day get any worse. Not only do I have to go to Issus, of all places, but I have to protect the Massaki’s. What has this universe come to?” Athena asked herself.

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Three days ago... (present time)
Issus

Flickers of light and a sphere of energy appear out of no where, in a back alley near a shopping center at Issus. Lightning struck as the ground seemed to melt away, as a young blond female appeared in the center of it. As soon as it came, the sphere vanished,

Athena looked up to the beautiful black stary night. She smiled, as the cold air began to wrap itself around her naked body. She turned her head trying to get the bearings of where she was. “Isn’t this lovely and quaint.” she said to herself.

Athena stood up and began to walk out of the alley. Unashamed she walked along the sidewalk, past people, their stares gazing at her, as she continued to walk past by their stares, or moral outcries. Mothers who were out with their children tried to cover their eyes, while teenage boys drove by whistling at her. She did not care, she had a mission, and the sooner it could be done, the sooner she could get out of this hell hole.

She turned the block and found a shop, with some sort of Coredian punk music playing. Athena turned, gazing into the window, she could see her own transparent reflection in the reflection of the window. The store was full of choice clothes, jackets, Anarchy shirts, combat boots, everything she could want. She opened the door, and walked in.

“Whoa!” the cashier said, as the nude Athena entered the place of business. “What’s up babe.” the man with the spiked green hair and the nose ring replied.

Athena turned to him, “I need some clothes.” she replied, with a faint smile on her face.

The pale man in front of her smiled, “I can see that.” he said. He walked closer to her, “How are you going to pay though, does not look like you have any cash on you.” he said smiling, as he gently licked his own lips. Athena looked at him and smiled, as she held her hand out to him. She just stared in his eyes as she flicked her hand to the side, sending him across the room. “Who said anything about paying.” she replied, as she began to compress his heart. The man struggled to grab his own chest, although he was held down by her force ability. Athena walked around the shop leisurely walking looking at each item. She reached down and grabbed a couple of shirts, “Which do you like better this one”, She held up a white t-shirt with an anarchy symbol on it, “Or this one.” she said with a purple shirt in gold letters with two simple words across it, “Massaki’s suck”.

The man was could not speak, as the blood no longer pumped to his head. “Yeah you are right, I like both.” Athena replied. She took both of them, and began to browse the blue jean section. “I can never decide, black or blue, got any hints?” she asked the cashier, as he passed out.

Athena looked to him, and released the man before he died. “You are no fun.” she said as she put on the jeans and the Anarchy shirt. She then took a book bag and filled it with a few other items of clothing and a pair of boots. She walked over to the man, and felt his pulse. His heart beat, now released from the pressure of the force began to beat again. She leaned over the unconscious man and whispered in his ear, “Sorry about the brain damage. I know you did not have much left in that area to begin with.”Athena replied as she emptied the register of money, and took the man’s wallet out, and took his cash.

Then she began to walk out, until she decided to turn around. In front of her was a camera. “Damn.” Athena said, as she almost forgot the obvious. She walked into the back room and removed the “tape” from the system. “Never leave a trace.” she spoke to herself.

Athena walked out of the store, smiling, as she threw her backpack over her shoulder. As she walked, her thoughts turned to what was next. “Weapons, I need some weapons.” she thought. She held her hand out, and hailed a cab. An overweight man pulled over holding a thick cigar in his hand, wearing a wife beater shirt, and chili hot dog stained pants. The smell from this man was nauseating. “Where to?” he asked.

She held her hand to her nose, “Take me to the cemetery.”

“What would a girl like you want to go there for this late at night.”

She replied, “Going to put flowers on my mother’s grave.” Athena replied.

“Sure whatever.” the taxi man said as he pulled out. “You know that teenage sith wanna be stuff is crap right!” the obnoxious man replied.

Athena just turned her head and looked towards the window. “Yeah whatever, do I ask what you do, no, so unless I do shut your mouth and drive.” Athena said.

The man shut up, as he pulled up to the gate. He held out his hand and told her the fair. Athena reached into her pocket and pulled out the cash. “See ya bitch.” the man replied.

Athena laughed, as she looked to the gates. She closed her eyes, “Where are you now?” she asked herself. In a second, she vanished in black evanescence.

As the vapers reformed, Athena stood over her location. She kneeled down as she looked to the grave marker. “Laura Rydo (insert Coredian years for 350 years ago to 175 years ago) Athena smiled, “Yes you will be good enough.” She raised her hands, to the grave, as the ground began to tremble. Dirt began to push itself up until the coffin surfaced. Athena just looked at the box, as she walked over to it. She brushed the dirt off of it, and opened the lid. Gently she opened the coffin. The old brown robes filled the coffin as well as the bones of the dead woman. "I see you did not have much taste.” Athena spoke to the corpse about her burial attire, as she reached into the coffin and disconnected the joints for the thigh bone, and the forearms.

Athena pulled out the bones, and shook the last bit of meat off the bones. “Well at least now you will be useful.” she smirked, as she placed the bones in the bag.

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Present Day:

Hera was lost in thought, as she continued to walk down the side walk. She walked through the crowds, her facial expression were blank. Lost in thought, she barely heard her sister crying. Hera looked down to the infant Athena, and pulled out a bottle and began to feed her. Hera smiled at the young infant, “You know I think I am getting hungry also, lets get some food.” she said to her infant sister.

Hera walked into the grocery store and grabbed a bag worth of food. After paying, she walked out, and walked to the guest housing quarters. Up the flight of steps, she received no warning, none at all, no visions, or mental thoughts, nothing of what was to come. She placed her hand on the thumb print lock, as she shuffled around the bag trying not to drop it. Then she opened the door...

(Waiting for Huntaer to post then I will get to the cylon portion of the story.)

Present Day:

Hera was lost in thought, as she continued to walk down the side walk. She walked through the crowds, her facial expression were blank. Lost in thought, she barely heard her sister crying. Hera looked down to the infant Athena, and pulled out a bottle and began to feed her. Hera smiled at the young infant, “You know I think I am getting hungry also, lets get some food.” she said to her infant sister.

Hera walked into the grocery store and grabbed a bag worth of food. After paying, she walked out, and walked to the guest housing quarters. Up the flight of steps, she received no warning, none at all, no visions, or mental thoughts, nothing of what was to come. She placed her hand on the thumb print lock, as she shuffled around the bag trying not to drop it. Then she opened the door...

As she opened the door, the man turned his head at the sound of the noise made by the door opening. The man got up from his position, withdrew his gun, and fired two shots aimed for Hera and Athena. It would appear that his mission was too easy...
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Issus...

It was rather obvious where the young Travis Masaki would be at this point. According to Imperius's history texts, the Jedi Council was moved to Issus after the Jurai Invasion as a part of the Dark Crusade. According to rumor and security readouts, this would be where Travis would be living after the Jurai evacuation. A man walked along the corridors of the new Jedi Chambers, scanning the area for... Whatever it was he was looking for. He eventually came cross a curious looking boy, Travis who was at this point playing with what appeared to be a simple yo-yo.

"Travis, would you come here for a minute?" Came the voice of Daniel Masaki from the man's mouth.

Issus...

It was rather obvious where the young Travis Masaki would be at this point. According to Imperius's history texts, the Jedi Council was moved to Issus after the Jurai Invasion as a part of the Dark Crusade. According to rumor and security readouts, this would be where Travis would be living after the Jurai evacuation. A man walked along the corridors of the new Jedi Chambers, scanning the area for... Whatever it was he was looking for. He eventually came cross a curious looking boy, Travis who was at this point playing with what appeared to be a simple yo-yo.

"Travis, would you come here for a minute?" Came the voice of Daniel Masaki from the man's mouth.
At this moment, Travis S. Masaki was playing around with his favorite yo-yo when someone who appeared to have his dad's voice arrived. "Huh? Dad? What are you doing here?"

He walked closer warily, unsure of what his "father" is doing here when he's supposed to be escorting Exodus.

Unfortunately for the assassin, Katrina Masaki arrived from another door, having concluded her meeting. She suddenly spotted "Daniel", narrowed her eyes and without warning, summoned a Fleur le Feu, a plant known for its pyrokinetic abilities. "Travis! Don't go near this bastard! He's not your father!"

"What?!" Travis exclaimed, but already began to run away as his mom began fighting the enemy.

Issus Council Chambers

Hawkins spoke for the first time after Hera left. He had not said a word throughout the entire debriefing.

"I will go and speak to Cain. No offense Katrina, but she would have you killed on sight if not blow out of space as soon as you arrived in the system. It is good that you all want to make amends but it is tragic that you all do not realize that sorry does not fix the sins of your past. Cain blames Cordia for the bombing on Caprica, she will be more than glad to have the blood of a Masaki as atonement for it. Fuck, she will probably want mine in any case for the attack on Ares I am sure they blame Cordian Jedi for that as well. I ain't no Cordian but I am a Jedi and that is probably enough, but hey 'there is no death, only the force,' right?" As

Hawkins stood and moved to the doorway

"Hera is not telling us all of what happened on the Ares, she is hiding something from us, from me. She would not have done that before this mission. Something happened to her, I am sure it has to do with the man in white, he may be dead but I think it was a costly victory for Hera. "

"And Danny boy, I am glad to see you have finally regained your senses...Your parents would be proud, I am too." With that he left the chamber.


At Hera's Apartment

Hawkins was walking up the stairwell to Hera's apartment. He had wanted to debrief her on her latest mission to assassinate Admiral Cain. He had opposed the mission from the start believe that it was a fool's errand that would only breed disastrous results. He used it at the time to try and show the Masaki council how low they have fallen, that they would assassinate Colonial officers like Sith would. They did not listen except for the Woodian Councilor but he was gone now.

Something wasn't right with Hera though, Hawkins trained her for many years, he knew her as well as he knew anyone, and he could tell that something had happened on Ares that she had omitted from her report. She had killed the man in white, but at what cost, at what price?

He now opened the door to the floor Hera's apartment was on and moved into the hallway he saw Hera holding Athena in one arm and a bag of groceries in the other as she tried to balance both to unlock and open the door to her apartment.

"Hera" He said to her as he walked towards her, "Let me help you with that, I need to talk to you." He was only a dozen feet from her now as she opened the door herself. Well that was Hera, rather do things herself than except others help. Perhaps one of her only faults.

Most Jedi espiecally those who have fought in combat, such as Knight-errants like Hera and old battered masters like Hawkins could sense when someone intended to harm another person. There was a sense of impending doom, of pure dark murderous intent. To Hawkins it felt like everything went to ice, that life was leaving him. Other he knew felt like they walked over thier graves, it was different for every Jedi. Whatever Hera felt he could see her reaction as she stiffened. But she was over encumbered with the bag and her baby sister. It slowed her down, as she dropped the bag and considered for only a fraction of a second how to best proceed, how to best protect Athena before her self. But that second was all that it took for the assassin's two shots to hit their targets.

"Get down!" He yelled at Hera, as tore off his cloak and drew his light saber igniting the jade blade. He moved with a Jedi's speed but even that was not fast enough sometimes. A spray of red blood poured out of Hera's neck as the bullet ripped through it and her carotid artery. Hawkins felt her warm blood hit his face and splattered onto the Republic Marine body armor he wore. Hera fell to her knees, she was choking on her own blood but still managed to speak,

"Athena" As she fell onto her face, Hawkins charged into the apartment, He had to deal with this murderous threat before he could help either of them now. He saw the dark figure holding the smoking gun that had hurt the women he loved like a daughter. indescribable rage filled him and motivated him. Ten years ago it had been Fiona Masaki who killed his last apprentice to ascend to the dark side, and now it was some chump who only managed it because Hera went to the grocery store, entering an apartment she knew to be secure, distracted by the council meeting, maybe by his own words just now. He wasn't able to protect her, he had failed again.

As much as he wanted to you his saber to carve out the assassin's genitals he threw it instead like a spear through the assassins shoulder as he raised his left hand and used the force to mind the man's movements so that he would be unable to run or move his only other working arm. Though the sound of his light saber burning the man's cloths and making his skin sizzle made him smile.

"Do not attempt to move, even though you cant. So much as blink and you will die a most painful death." The Jedi master scowled at the assassin awaiting his response.

OOC: There you all were waiting for my entrance there it is. Of course if you dont want to have the assassin hit with the saber or restrained by hawkins using the force thats up to you, thought it all sounded cool though.

The Base ship was rather bland on the inside. The walls were covered in many lights, more like flood lights, to light the interior than anything else. Along the wall, ran one large light, that ran left to right, then right to left. Gracie just walked along, somehow knowing exactly where she wanted to be. As she continued, her mind began to wander, as the projection program began to form in her mind the surroundings she wished to be in. She could not see any people, just the environment she wished to see. It was all too amazing, as the smells and the sounds seemed to actually exist, yet it did not interfere with what she wanted to do.

She walked past many different copies of the cylons, sixes, fives, eights, Leoban, Simon, and Cavils. Nothing in particular stood out, not even the centurions, until she reached the command and control room. Here there were many tables, all of them covered in a layer of some liquid that looked like water. The cylons held their hands on the panels, as the panels flickered different colors, red, green yellow. Finally one of the Fives, walked up to Gracie. He was a shorter cylon, dark brown hair and had a strange red blazer on.

“Hello, fourteen.” he replied, as he held his hand out to Gracie. “It is a pleasure to meet you, I am model number five, but you can call me Doral.” he said smiling at the new and lost cylon.

“Is there anything I can do for you, or do you desire to see how the ship functions?” he asked the new born cylon model.

Issus
The Night of Tears

Who Wants to Live Forever (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swMTl9WKNiI)

Hera slowly opened the door, as a familiar voice came from down the hallway. She turned to him, as the door cracked. She could see his eyes, his pupils were dialated, his body looked tense, as if something was wrong. She felt nothing, she was too distracted by the day’s events.

Then it came, as she turned her head back to the door. The door opened even more slightly, as Hera could see the sillhouette of a man in the room. Her mouth opened slightly, as she dropped her bag of groceries. It was too late, as two quick flashes of light rang out, followed by the sonic boom of the bullets.

The bullets which traveled at 1250 Meters per second, from the assailant which stood no further than ten meters away, giving Hera only one tenth of a second to react. She did not have time, she turned to run, with her sister in her arms, as the shots hit. The first tore through her abdomen, where Athena was previously one second ago, and the other smashed into her neck. The bullet slide with ease through her flesh, as it sliced open her jugular, and slammed into her neck.

Her skin burned, as the blood exploded from her body to the outside wall. The pain was intense, like a hot poker being shoved in her body, as gravity took it’s toll. She fell down, smashing hard against the floor. As she laid on the floor she could see the horror in Master Hawkins face. She wanted to tell him so much. She wanted to tell him to take care of her sister. She wanted to tell him how much he meant to her, and how he was the only one that stuck by her. She wanted to tell him, that she loved him like a father. Instead all she did tell him was, “Athena.” as her eyes began to glaze over. Her heart beat began to slow, as the blood in her body poured out.

Athena just cried, as the baby, still clutched tightly in her arms, covered in blood screamed. The child was terrified, as blood covered her face, and her blond hair now black with the blood of her sister. Athena’s screams were the last thing Hera heard.

Outside the Jedi Guest Housing

In the darkness of the night, a fog slowly rolled in. In the warm night air, moon shined bright. Out of the shadows stepped a 5'10 blond woman. She wore a jean jacket, and a pair of boots, seemingly armed with only a buck knife. She watched intently on the fourth story window, as a lightsaber crossed the room, slamming into the unknown assailant.

Kara (The name future Athena is using in this time and to help avoid confusion) looked down at her watch. The digital clock said -03:00:00. Kara pressed, start, as the clock began to run backwards.

Kara sighed, as she said to the night, “Time to go check on the ass.”

In a flicker of black evanescence, she only had so much time, before she had to visit the reborn “Queen”. She first had to make a stop at the jedi temple.

Within a moment, she reappeared in the Jedi Temple. The Dark woman, hiding in the shadows, watched intently as Katrina and her plant battled the enforcer droid. Kara smiled for a moment. “If only I knew who to bet on” she thought to herself, as she watched the young Travis Massaki running for his life, like a calf running from the lion, while the mother stayed behind trying to sacrifice herself for her young. “This is so discovery channel” Kara continued to think to herself, as she turned down the hallway towards the jedi metallurgy lab.

Kara noticed how lax security was in the Jedi temple. Two enforcer droids, and she herself managed to slip in with ease. Had it not been for Hawkins and his curiosity, or the “Green Avenger” there would be no resistance here. Seemingly still there was none.

Kara walked into the lab and began her work. She grabbed the silver/ Phrik alloy mixture and began to get to work:

Like Hera before her, she opened herself to the metal and began to pour her energy into it. Pounding the metals, she slowly formed two Small bracers, each loaded with a circular discs, to be controlled by the force, to hit their target. She filled the metals with her malice as she drew dark runes on the razor sharp discs, to contain a powerful electrical discharge upon contact with the skin. With the remaining metal, she formed retractable blades, about twelve inches long. She infused it with her hate and cruelty, as she formed the knives with the same final death abilities as the colt or the rapier. Kara, then cooled them down rapidly, and placed them under her sleeves of her jacket.

After she put them on, and looked at the clock. -00:28:41.

“Well almost time to wake up little girl.” She said to herself, as she vanished again, and appeared at Hera’s Raptor.

Kara smiled when she came close to the brown colonial ship. “It has been a long time.” she said to herself as she put her hands on it. Slowly she slid her hand across the skin of the ship, until she came to the latch.

Then slowly she pulled her hand away. “You little whore!.” Kara exclaimed smiling. "You are not as inept as I thought you were in this time." she said to herself again. She focused on the door, as a small pentagram appeared in white light.

Kara closed her eyes, and tried to unlock the trap on the door. As her force energies pushed against that of the incantation. “What is your code.” Kara said, as she continued to try to unlock the force trap to no avail.

“Hey you.” a voice came from behind her. Kara turned, to see an ANBU, coming to her, his lightsaber drawn, yet the blade still retracted.

“Sorry love.” Kara replied, as she smiled. “I do not have time to play with you.” as she vanished once more this time to the cylon base in the jungle. -00:14:22.

At this moment, Travis S. Masaki was playing around with his favorite yo-yo when someone who appeared to have his dad's voice arrived. "Huh? Dad? What are you doing here?"

He walked closer warily, unsure of what his "father" is doing here when he's supposed to be escorting Exodus.

Unfortunately for the assassin, Katrina Masaki arrived from another door, having concluded her meeting. She suddenly spotted "Daniel", narrowed her eyes and without warning, summoned a Fleur le Feu, a plant known for its pyrokinetic abilities. "Travis! Don't go near this bastard! He's not your father!"

"What?!" Travis exclaimed, but already began to run away as his mom began fighting the enemy.

"Daniel" withdrew two XR 32's (http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a172/Huntaer/empireweapons/xr32_0x00png8EAEE104-ABE3-4EF7-A67D.pngLarge.jpg?t=1189206139), energy weapons. It's eyes turned into a bright glowing red color as it turned to face Katrina and fired one pistol at her and the other at the plant thing. However, while the plant's pyrokinetic abilities proved to be not very effective against the droid itself, it did burn away at the skin which formed the shape of Daniel Masaki. Eventually, while the Empress and the Droid will be fighting, the fire would reveal the liquid metal which surrounded the droid's Nutronium endoskeleton...


As much as he wanted to you his saber to carve out the assassin's genitals he threw it instead like a spear through the assassins shoulder as he raised his left hand and used the force to mind the man's movements so that he would be unable to run or move his only other working arm. Though the sound of his light saber burning the man's cloths and making his skin sizzle made him smile.

"Do not attempt to move, even though you cant. So much as blink and you will die a most painful death." The Jedi master scowled at the assassin awaiting his response.

OOC: There you all were waiting for my entrance there it is. Of course if you dont want to have the assassin hit with the saber or restrained by hawkins using the force thats up to you, thought it all sounded cool though.


OOC: As discussed on MSN

IC:
The Jedi Master would find that his direct force assault didn't work against the Assassin, for his body was surrounded by modified Voxyn blood which flowed through artificial veins on the inside of his endoskeleton (OOC: figure something similar to Grevious's veins). The Enforcer droid threw it's arm forward and blocked the lightsaber from hitting it, and threw it across the hallway towards the far side. The droid threw itself upon the Master, in an attempt to crush him under it's own weight...

It did not take Hawkins long to see his mistake in assuming the assassin was a humanoid being. He could feel no life force from it, it was clearly an cyborg of some kind, similar to a Cylon but even less human than they. It was more like one of their Centurions ordered to kill and as Hawkins heard Athena crying he knew its mission was not complete yet. He had to stop it. He activated his distress beacon that would scramble the squad of Republican Marines that he had as an escort, they should be scrambling to their gunship and donning their powered armor right now. But as quick as they were it would still take them minutes to arrive. He had to kill or delay this thing until then. It was a good thing that he was the most combat experience Master on the council.

He called Hera's light saber to his hand and activated it as he backpedaled buying himself some time. As the droid neared he pulled out an emp-grenade from his belt and threw it, when it struck it would attach itself at the molecular level before detonating hopefully overloading its internal systems. It was almost upon him now and Hawkins knew the thing may be armored but he knew that there was no droid or cylon that could armor itself at one point, its eye. It would not be armored there and he should be able to pierce his saber through it completely. Waiting until the last second so that it would not be able to react he thrust his saber at its eye, just as the EMP-grenade detonated.

"Daniel" withdrew two XR 32's, energy weapons. It's eyes turned into a bright glowing red color as it turned to face Katrina and fired one pistol at her and the other at the plant thing. However, while the plant's pyrokinetic abilities proved to be not very effective against the droid itself, it did burn away at the skin which formed the shape of Daniel Masaki. Eventually, while the Empress and the Droid will be fighting, the fire would reveal the liquid metal which surrounded the droid's Nutronium endoskeleton...
Katrina's lightsaber ignited to block the enemy's energy bolts and the plant moved in a way that allowed it to dodge the shots as well, being connected to Katrina telepathically. Katrina then noticed that the external 'skin' melted away, revealing the innards of an assassin droid. "An assassin droid? Fleur, use the Grand Fireball!"

The fire flower unleashed the massive trademark fireball of many a Konoha ninja, and it began to melt the surroundings with the intense heat as Katrina tried to figure out what this particular assassin droid is all about. Clearly, it was out to get the Clan, but who was the culprit?

ANBU guards began arriving while Katrina was dueling the assassin droid, along with Master Elendil.

"What is all the commotion?" Master Elendil asked as came up to the hallway of combat. "Oh, dear. You two, sound the evacuation alarm immediately!"

"Go and protect my son!" Katrina ordered two others. "I have it under control!"

"Yes Masters!" They disappeared in a flash.

"I believe you'll need some backup." Master Elendil said, pulling large chunks of wall to toss at the assassin droid.

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Emily Rydo gasped as she felt Hera's presence suddenly cease. It was as if someone tore a chunk of her heart out. She flew for Hera's location, knowing that she was in grave danger and that she might be too late...

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Travis ran as far as he could until he figured he was safe from the enemy and could slow down. He too wondered: "What the hell was that thing?"

It did not take Hawkins long to see his mistake in assuming the assassin was a humanoid being. He could feel no life force from it, it was clearly an cyborg of some kind, similar to a Cylon but even less human than they. It was more like one of their Centurions ordered to kill and as Hawkins heard Athena crying he knew its mission was not complete yet. He had to stop it. He activated his distress beacon that would scramble the squad of Republican Marines that he had as an escort, they should be scrambling to their gunship and donning their powered armor right now. But as quick as they were it would still take them minutes to arrive. He had to kill or delay this thing until then. It was a good thing that he was the most combat experience Master on the council.

He called Hera's light saber to his hand and activated it as he backpedaled buying himself some time. As the droid neared he pulled out an emp-grenade from his belt and threw it, when it struck it would attach itself at the molecular level before detonating hopefully overloading its internal systems. It was almost upon him now and Hawkins knew the thing may be armored but he knew that there was no droid or cylon that could armor itself at one point, its eye. It would not be armored there and he should be able to pierce his saber through it completely. Waiting until the last second so that it would not be able to react he thrust his saber at its eye, just as the EMP-grenade detonated.

The Assassin ended up toppling downwards as he missed his target which stepped aside. It fell nearly three stories of concrete before it finally ended up hitting the bottom of the building's basement. The Assassin got up, and activated it's Temporal Beacon. Seconds later, a temporal door opened up which the Assassin proceeded to walk through, just before the EMP grenade detonated. The Assassin was struck by the grenade's electric abilities, and was shut down before it could fully reach through the portal. However, due to it's current position, the droid fell forward from the weight of it's own gravity and fell the rest of the way into the door which closed right behind it...
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Katrina's lightsaber ignited to block the enemy's energy bolts and the plant moved in a way that allowed it to dodge the shots as well, being connected to Katrina telepathically. Katrina then noticed that the external 'skin' melted away, revealing the innards of an assassin droid. "An assassin droid? Fleur, use the Grand Fireball!"

The fire flower unleashed the massive trademark fireball of many a Konoha ninja, and it began to melt the surroundings with the intense heat as Katrina tried to figure out what this particular assassin droid is all about. Clearly, it was out to get the Clan, but who was the culprit?

ANBU guards began arriving while Katrina was dueling the assassin droid, along with Master Elendil.

"What is all the commotion?" Master Elendil asked as came up to the hallway of combat. "Oh, dear. You two, sound the evacuation alarm immediately!"

"Go and protect my son!" Katrina ordered two others. "I have it under control!"

"Yes Masters!" They disappeared in a flash.

"I believe you'll need some backup." Master Elendil said, pulling large chunks of wall to toss at the assassin droid.

The Assassin looked curiously at the two Jedi and considered it's options. It dropped it's two guns and extended it's arms, positioning them as though they were swords. Moments later, it reverted to it's liquid metal (http://www.goingfaster.com/term2029/t1000t2.jpg), revealing it's true skin form. It slashed one arm at the plant, and then the other at the two Jedi...


Travin and Jukassa landed on Issus an half hour before, Travin carrying a bag on his back. They eventually made their way towards the new Jedi Temple location. Travin was explaining the chain of events which led to what just happened.

"The Jedi Temple was moved to Issus a little after Jurai was invaded. The Coredians needed to relocate themselves to help protect the safety of their Royal family."

"Wait, the Masaki's? Why the hell do they need protection? And from what?"

Travin shook his head, "you'll find out eventually, I can't tell you everything which is about to happen. But Travis is indeed here, and most likely, in there," he said while jabbing a finger in the Temple's direction. "And if that bitch knows everything we know, then she's most likely sent one of her Assassin's here."

"Who, that robot you just told me about..."

"Artificial Intelligence, much more advanced than a simple Robot you know of. She's a Cylon of sorts, and most certainly different from all the others. Much more brutal, cruel, and cunning. Rumors have it, she saves little mercy for even her own models. Even boxed one or two if I remember correctly." They came across a bench in the front of the Temple and sat down.

"Ouch." Jukassa looked upwards at the Temple, and saw flashes of light which appeared to be lightsaber clashes. "Hey, looks like they're in the middle of training."

Travin looked up at the area where the fight was. His eyes narrowed with caution, "so far as Travis has told me, there weren't any training sessions of that magnitude..." He got up and looked closer, took off his back pack and opened it, "especially ones involving massive flame attacks." He withdrew what appeared to be the classic SoroSuub Laser Bazooka, but was heavily modified during their trip over to Issus. Travin slapped in the massive clip of 4 shots, and strapped the gun to his shoulder. "Lets go, stay close to me until we get to battle. We can only assume that the Assassin is already here."


Travis ran as far as he could until he figured he was safe from the enemy and could slow down. He too wondered: "What the hell was that thing?"

As Travis ran away from battle, the wall beside him exploded with a loud "Bang." Seconds later, Sergeant Travin and Jukassa stepped through the smoke and debris. Travin slapped in another clip into the Laser Bazooka, and turned to Travis, "where's the Assassin?" He demanded in a gruff voice...


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2000 years in the future...

... Imperius looked back and forth between the fallen Enforcer Droid and the Temporal door, back to the Droid, then she turned her head and glared at Six, Caval, and another Imperius model, "I thought you said you fixed the problem with the Temporal Doors." She said with a frustrated voice, "That we wouldn't have to worry about Electricity shutting down the droids every time they enter and exit. How did this happen?"

Caval nodded, "we did fix it. The problem wasn't the Temporal door, it was your other model's calculations," he motioned his head towards the other Imperius model.

"You failed to predict an EMP strike on our warriors? They are prone to these kinds of things you know."

The other Imperius Model scoffed, "the Republican's weren't expected to get involved! The timelines didn't include them in our initial calculations for how events will likely occur, their EMP grenades weren't predicted in our calculations as well. What did you expect?"

"I expect complete analysis on what my actions, our actions, will do. Any possible out comes, no matter how small and miniscule the nation which changed them is. Any changes in the Timeline which aren't a foreseen event poses a risk in aiding the Resistance's moves against us. Now they know of us, no matter how small that information is. I believe that to be a great risk towards our work." Imperius paced around a few more seconds and pulled out a small dagger from her belt and twirled it around, just seconds before she decided to throw it at the other Imperius Model for her Incompetence. She slowly walked towards her as the other model was gasping for air, "I won't tolerate incompetence in my ranks, especially amungst my own model. Let this pain be a lesson for you in the future after you've gotten into your new body. Next time you fail me, I'll box you. Clear?" The other model made a gurgling noise of blood, attempting to breath and answer her original model's question. "Hmm? I didn't hear that last part..."

Caval sighed, and looked up from the Temporal Station, "Imperius, it would appear that there are changes in the time line."

Imperius looked at the big board, "well, that's some news." She slowly circled around the gurgling model of her, "maybe you weren't so incompetent after all... Tell me, what do the changes indicate?"

At that moment, the Enforcer droid was activated. It picked itself up from the ground and turned to face Imperius, "mission successful sister. I have successfully terminated the two targets."

Imperius sighed with relief, "well, that's good news. Six, might I suggest we begin plans for..."

"The timelines don't indicate Hera's or Athena's deaths," Cavil interupted Imperius.

Imperius glared, "what!?" She spat.

Cavil punched up some information from computers outside of the room were effected by the changes which were just made, "very miniscule differences it would appear, but all timelines indicate now that she and Athena were resurrected. We still have on record about several engagements with the First of God's Generation, we can assume that she is still around."

Imperius glared back at her other model, who was attempting to pull out the knife. Imperius walked forward to the model, and obliged her efforts in removing the knife. However, Imperius stabbed it back in it's throat and the other model began gagging blood. "You have failed me for the last time." The other Imperius's eyes widened with fear, as Imperius twisted the knife's blade making sure that the other Model will feel the maximum amount of pain. Imperius continued to turn it in a full circle, giving the other Model a very painful death. Finally, when the model gasped it's last breath, Imperius typed in a few command codes and cut off that model's ability to transfer itself into a new body. She placed it's conscience in a small black box, and placed it next to the two previous Imperius models, and Sharon Agathon's.

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She walked through a field barefoot. The grass was high, up to her knees, as she walked alone. The air was warm, and the sky was littered with small white clouds. She looked up, and felt the rays of the sun, the warmth that blanketed her.

She looked down, and saw the simple white dress that she wore. “Where am I?” Hera asked herself, as she looked to the horizon. In the distance she could see clearly a mountain chain, covered in lush green forests. Two twin mountains stood in the distance, higher than any other, with a small valley in between. It curved in such a way that it looked like a natural road. Hera stepped towards it, each step, walking on the soft grass, each step she felt even more at peace.

She seemed to walk for an eternity, passing little that was remarkable, until she came to a pair of stone pillars, held up by an arch. The greek style columns, covered in age and moss cast it’s shadow down below her. Hera looked at them, as she walked closer to it. She tilted her head slightly as she gently she placed her hand on the columns. She could feel the smoothness of the stone, the cold damp feeling of the moss. What was this place?

The wind picked up slightly. It’s warm breeze grazed Hera’s thin white dress, as it wrapped itself around her. She looked up to the arch, and barely readable, she strained to see the words, “Know Yourself!”

Around the base of the arches, laid a marble floor and many fallen pillars. Covered in moss, obfuscated by grass and vines, the building, whatever it was laid in ruins, for centuries, maybe millennium. Hera looked around, at the devastation of the once beautiful building. On the wind she could hear a bubbling stream. She turned and began to walk to the cool refreshing stream. It was not far away, as she leaned over and dipped her hands in the cool water. She cupped her hands and pulled the water to her mouth and took a drink.

The water, as cold as ice went down smoothly. She reached back into the water, to grab another handful of water.

“I would not do that, you might make yourself sick.” a voice came from behind her. Hera stood up, and turned around. As she turned, she could see the visage of a small child, about five years old, with long golden locks.

“Athena” Hera replied shocked, at the rapid growth of the child.

The small girl giggled, “No well not exactly.” the five year old replied.

“I do not understand.” Hera replied.

“You died saving her Hera.” the young girl replied. “You let your guard down, you got confused, and it almost killed her as well.” the child replied.

Hera walked closer to the kid, and kneeled down to be at her height. “Where is this place?” she replied, as she soul continued to feel peace.

“Do you not recognize it. It is Kobol, where your race is from, and where it must return.” The child replied.

“Kobol, but that planet was abandoned by God.” she replied.

“Yes, but it will be your refuge soon enough.” The Child replied to Hera.

“My refuge but I am dead.” Hera replied.

The girl giggled, “You know so little, yet you think you know so much. You must Know yourself.”

Hera looked puzzled at the girl.

“You spent so much time worrying about the ideals of others, their words, their creeds, their definitions, you lost your way. Jedi... is a set of codes and beliefs nothing more. The same is true of the sith.” The little girl replied. “You are not a code, you are a person, you are Hera, the first of God’s generation, and by no means the last.”

Hera smiled to the little girl, as she reached her left hand to touch her shoulder.

The girl looked down at Hera’s hand and smiled, “Do you understand?” the little girl replied.

“I think I do.” Hera responded.

The girl smiled back, “Good, be who you are, live your life, do not be held down by others. You are a leader, you are to lead the generation of God, not be bound by the ideals of the past. Do what is necessary, no matter how others condemn it, for it is right. The past is as dead as your body.”

“Why are you telling me this though, if I am dead what good can come of it now?” Hera asked the child.

“The little girl smiled, “You will find that answer soon enough.” she replied.

The little girl reached for Hera’s hand and began to pull at her. “Please come with me.” the girl asked.

Hera slowly stood up and the pair began to walk towards the old temple of the gods. They walked to the center of the temple. The little girl reached down and touched the floor. The girl began to brush off the dirt and moss. Beneath all the dirt and age, laid a golden symbol. “Put your hand on this.” the girl replied.

“Why what does it do?” Hera asked.

The girl smiled, “It will allow you to know yourself, to no longer hide behind the barriers of others.”

Hera slowly put her hand on the symbol. The ground began to shake, and the air turned bitterly cold. “What the frak is this?” Hera yelled out.

“Your true self.” the girl replied.

Hera began to be sucked into the symbol, her bones crushing and contorting to fit inside the hole. Hera screamed out in pain, as the world began to become dark, as violently and maliciously she was being pulled . Her bones broken, her body bruised she fell into the darkness.

As she watched, her life began to pass as it already had.

Every moment, every second replayed itself from her point of view as if she had been living it again. The pain and turmoil of her child hood, to the rapes from the man in white. She could feel the venom once more flowing once more after she shot up the jedi temple. She could feel her bones crunch under the heavy hail, and the lighting strikes in her training. She could feel the man in white in her head once more and the flames that followed in his death. Then she felt the love of Athena, the warm embrace of the child, and the death that followed.

Hera’s eyes flickered as she woke up gasping for air. It was like she was drowning, as her lungs, never before used tried to suck air into themselves. Hera’s chest hurt, as her heart began to beat.

Confused she looked around, as she sat in the warm resurrection goo. She looked down to see her hands chained to the side of the tub. The room was dark, and there was a strange odor in the air. It smelled like... blood.

From behind her she felt someone stroking her hair. The person, the young blond woman, who’s shirt was covered in blood walked around from the side. “Shh... it is ok Hera, you are alright.” The woman replied.

Hera continued to gasp for air, like a fish out of water. “Just breathe.” the woman replied.

“Where am I” Hera asked.

“Issus, at the cylon outpost.” The young woman replied.

“What, how...” Hera exclaimed

“It would seem your hybrid half allows you to resurrect like your mother.” the young woman replied again.

Kara reached into the pod, and began to uncuff Hera’s hands. Hera looked at her, as the force slammed back into her body, as she began to become aware once more.

“Who are you?” Hera asked.

“Kara.” she replied.

“You are a liar.” Hera accused her.

Kara looked at her and smiled, “And you are perceptive. Listen we do not have a lot of time, I have already erased all record of this outpost on the cylon network, but it will not be long before Imperius finds out that this place exists. We need to leave now, and begin training you.” Kara responded.

Hera looked around, “Is Athena here?” she asked concerned for her sister.

Kara turned to Hera, “I...” she paused for a moment, “I know she is safe. Probably with Hawkins or Rydo. Like I said we do not have a lot of time, we need to move.” Kara replied.

Hera slowly got out of the resurrection pod. Her body felt odd, as her muscles began to move for the first time. As she got out, she tripped and fell flat on her face. Kara laughed as she reached down to help out her sister. Kara grabbed Hera by the arm, and wrapped a towel around her. “It is strange at first, but when you readjust this body will be the same as your old one.” Kara replied.

Hera said nothing as she looked into Kara’s eyes, trying to read her. Strange images of Kobol, not in ruins but fully alive, with cities flashed in Hera’s mind. Then she saw the unexpected... Kara, was one of her kind.

Hera stepped back, pulling away from Kara, “How is this possible?” she asked Kara, "you can not be one of us."

Kara laughed, “You always were a good reader. Go shower and get back out here, we need to retrieve your stuff for the battle.”

“I am not going anywhere without my sister.” Hera exclaimed.

“You will if you want her to live.” Kara replied.

“No, I am not following orders from someone I barely know. We will get Athena, and you will tell me who tried to kill us, and you will do it now!” Hera responded.

As Hera spoke the room shifted once more, and the two stood in a room, the room was dark, and Kara sat in a chair. Hera held in her left hand a scalpel, as she walked closer to Kara.

“Fine.” Kara responded. “Drop the magic act already, it was the cylons.” Kara exclaimed.

“The cylons, why would they want us dead.” Hera asked, as her eyes focused on Kara like a snake staring at a mouse.

“You are a grave threat to their new plans, especially the thirteenth model.”

Hera walked closer to Kara, “I do not believe you.” she responded.

“Look in my mind then if you must, do not do this I am your sister after all, we are of the same blood.” Kara responded in near panic.

Hera stopped as she began to yank out her memories, all displayed before her like a hologram.

“How is this possible?” Hera asked Kara, as her memories began to pour on the screen. Hera watched herself raising "Kara" and the many wars that were fought. She watched herself kill Lord Vorman, in retribution for her mother being boxed, as well as the death of the colonies. She watched Athena's life unfold before her, as Hera continued to pull out memory after memory, until her final orders to come back and save Hera.

“It will become clear in time, now let me out of the chair." Kara exclaimed. "We need to get you ready for what is to come, and we have little time. I got things you need to learn." Athena responded to Hera.

Hera looked at her, "You will tell me now." the young woman wearing only a towel responded, as she tried to download the force techique file. As she tried to open it up, she hit a password protection. "Sorry sis, you sealed that portion of my mind. You need to learn the old fashioned way, unless you think you are clever enough to unlock your own binding with two thousand more years experience than you have."

Hera just stared into Athena's eyes. "Fine, got any clothes?" she asked.

Athena reached into the bag and pulled out some of the clothing she took from the punk store and placed it on the table near her. "Yes, now take your frakking shower." Athena responded.
Issus

The baby Athena still laid in the now cold corpse of Hera’s arms, screaming in terror, as the robot fell into the basement, and Rydo appeared. The child, saved only by instinct, laid covered in the blood of her sister. While the commandos and the jedi slowly showed up the child just cried.

The Assassin looked curiously at the two Jedi and considered it's options. It dropped it's two guns and extended it's arms, positioning them as though they were swords. Moments later, it reverted to it's liquid metal (http://www.goingfaster.com/term2029/t1000t2.jpg), revealing it's true skin form. It slashed one arm at the plant, and then the other at the two Jedi...
"Kyaaaa!" The plant screamed as the metal bit into its skin, releasing flammable ichors. If nothing was done, the plant could burn itself to death.

"Dammit! Release!" Katrina yelled, removing the fire flower from the battle in a poof of smoke. Now it was down to a duel between the two Jedi Masters and the droid as their lightsabers flashed against the being.

Travin and Jukassa landed on Issus an half hour before, Travin carrying a bag on his back. They eventually made their way towards the new Jedi Temple location. Travin was explaining the chain of events which led to what just happened.

"The Jedi Temple was moved to Issus a little after Jurai was invaded. The Coredians needed to relocate themselves to help protect the safety of their Royal family."

"Wait, the Masaki's? Why the hell do they need protection? And from what?"

Travin shook his head, "you'll find out eventually, I can't tell you everything which is about to happen. But Travis is indeed here, and most likely, in there," he said while jabbing a finger in the Temple's direction. "And if that bitch knows everything we know, then she's most likely sent one of her Assassin's here."

"Who, that robot you just told me about..."

"Artificial Intelligence, much more advanced than a simple Robot you know of. She's a Cylon of sorts, and most certainly different from all the others. Much more brutal, cruel, and cunning. Rumors have it, she saves little mercy for even her own models. Even boxed one or two if I remember correctly." They came across a bench in the front of the Temple and sat down.

"Ouch." Jukassa looked upwards at the Temple, and saw flashes of light which appeared to be lightsaber clashes. "Hey, looks like they're in the middle of training."

Travin looked up at the area where the fight was. His eyes narrowed with caution, "so far as Travis has told me, there weren't any training sessions of that magnitude..." He got up and looked closer, took off his back pack and opened it, "especially ones involving massive flame attacks." He withdrew what appeared to be the classic SoroSuub Laser Bazooka, but was heavily modified during their trip over to Issus. Travin slapped in the massive clip of 4 shots, and strapped the gun to his shoulder. "Lets go, stay close to me until we get to battle. We can only assume that the Assassin is already here."

As Travis ran away from battle, the wall beside him exploded with a loud "Bang." Seconds later, Sergeant Travin and Jukassa stepped through the smoke and debris. Travin slapped in another clip into the Laser Bazooka, and turned to Travis, "where's the Assassin?" He demanded in a gruff voice...
"Over there!" Travis coughed from the dust in the air, pointing towards the battle. "Who are you and what's with Jukassa being here as well?"

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Temporal Defense Agency

"The Incursion appears to be stabilizing, but that could change at any time, sir." Director Ramsey reported to Emperor Masaki as he stepped into the agency command center.

"I see. Keep me posted with updates, Director. What's going on right now?" Travis asked.

"Well, judging from the Time Cam's latest reports, a major duel has broken out at the Issus Temple, involving several of Imperius' Assassin Droids and members of the High Council." The Director said.

"Hmm..." Travis began reaching back into his earliest memories. He then found something that wasn't there before... "Odd, I seem to be remembering that incident. Mom sent a fire plant at the thing and told me to run, then some guy came along and started beating the droid up. Councilor Jukassa was there too."

Director Ramsey arched an eyebrow. "Interesting. It seems that Imperius' meddling with the past has begun to affect the present."

"Indeed." Travis sighed. "Get the Councilor on the line."

"Yes, sir." Director Ramsey nodded and barked orders for Councilor Jukassa to be reached ASAP...

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Emily Rydo covered her mouth in horror as she reached the room. Hera was in a pile of blood and the tiny baby she just met was howling like a banshee. Then instinct took over, and Emily found a clean cloth to wrap the baby with. She then pried the squalling child from her sister's arms and began using calm and warmth techniques on her to quiet her.

"What had happened here, Hawkins?" Emily asked quickly. "Who is responsible?"

"Kyaaaa!" The plant screamed as the metal bit into its skin, releasing flammable ichors. If nothing was done, the plant could burn itself to death.

"Dammit! Release!" Katrina yelled, removing the fire flower from the battle in a poof of smoke. Now it was down to a duel between the two Jedi Masters and the droid as their lightsabers flashed against the being.

The droid swung it's sword-like-arms at the two Jedi, deflecting blows and attempting to strike at both of them. There was one encounter which it wasn't expecting though...


"Over there!" Travis coughed from the dust in the air, pointing towards the battle. "Who are you and what's with Jukassa being here as well?"

"No time to explain kid!" Travin bolted down the corridor to find the two Jedi and the Assassin in combat. Shit, not one of those things... he thought as soon as he saw the liquid metal. "Councilors get down!" He then pointed the modified laser bazooka at the assassin, and shouted "Hey asshole!"

The Assassin looked curiously at the man who just shouted at him. It immediately recognized Travin from previous battle fields, and started to charge in Travin's direction when he fired the Laser Bazooka. It ended up missing the droid and blew a hole into the exterior wall of the Temple.

New Target is a High Threat to Mission Success. Evade, and Regroup at Rendezvous Point. The Assassin ran and jumped out of the hole which was just created.

Travin ran to that hole and fired another shot towards the Assassin, who was flung across the field from the explosion which was created. Travin watched as the Assassin looked back and ran into the woods of Issus. The Sergeant sighed and walked away from the hole, "he'll be back."




Temporal Defense Agency

"The Incursion appears to be stabilizing, but that could change at any time, sir." Director Ramsey reported to Emperor Masaki as he stepped into the agency command center.

"I see. Keep me posted with updates, Director. What's going on right now?" Travis asked.

"Well, judging from the Time Cam's latest reports, a major duel has broken out at the Issus Temple, involving several of Imperius' Assassin Droids and members of the High Council." The Director said.

"Hmm..." Travis began reaching back into his earliest memories. He then found something that wasn't there before... "Odd, I seem to be remembering that incident. Mom sent a fire plant at the thing and told me to run, then some guy came along and started beating the droid up. Councilor Jukassa was there too."

Director Ramsey arched an eyebrow. "Interesting. It seems that Imperius' meddling with the past has begun to affect the present."

"Indeed." Travis sighed. "Get the Councilor on the line."

"Yes, sir." Director Ramsey nodded and barked orders for Councilor Jukassa to be reached ASAP...

Councilor Jukassa was sitting inside the Redemption's meditation chambers when he got Travis's call. "This is Councilor Jukassa, what is it old friend?"

The droid swung it's sword-like-arms at the two Jedi, deflecting blows and attempting to strike at both of them. There was one encounter which it wasn't expecting though...

"No time to explain kid!" Travin bolted down the corridor to find the two Jedi and the Assassin in combat. Shit, not one of those things... he thought as soon as he saw the liquid metal. "Councilors get down!" He then pointed the modified laser bazooka at the assassin, and shouted "Hey asshole!"

The Assassin looked curiously at the man who just shouted at him. It immediately recognized Travin from previous battle fields, and started to charge in Travin's direction when he fired the Laser Bazooka. It ended up missing the droid and blew a hole into the exterior wall of the Temple.

New Target is a High Threat to Mission Success. Evade, and Regroup at Rendezvous Point. The Assassin ran and jumped out of the hole which was just created.

Travin ran to that hole and fired another shot towards the Assassin, who was flung across the field from the explosion which was created. Travin watched as the Assassin looked back and ran into the woods of Issus. The Sergeant sighed and walked away from the hole, "he'll be back."
The Jedi ducked just in time for the mysterious man to attack and chase away the assassin.

"Who the hell are you?" Katrina asked warily as she pointed her lightsaber at the savior.

Meanwhile, Travis and Jukassa wondered whether it was safe to go back now...

Councilor Jukassa was sitting inside the Redemption's meditation chambers when he got Travis's call. "This is Councilor Jukassa, what is it old friend?"
"Have you felt it?" Travis asked. "The changes in the Force...I suggest you come to the Agency as soon as possible. We have a situation."

The Jedi ducked just in time for the mysterious man to attack and chase away the assassin.

"Who the hell are you?" Katrina asked warily as she pointed her lightsaber at the savior.

Meanwhile, Travis and Jukassa wondered whether it was safe to go back now...

Travin saluted Katrina, "Sergeant Major Travin of the Huntarian Alliance ma'am. You can put that thing down now, as it is I just saved your life. That was an Assassin Enforcer, model 66," Travin looked around the room, "nasty bugger. Nearly took out five of our Battalions before we finally figured out how to disable it. I suggest we get into the Council's Chambers, we'll be much safer in there while we wait for the others to come in."


"Have you felt it?" Travis asked. "The changes in the Force...I suggest you come to the Agency as soon as possible. We have a situation."

Jukassa chuckled a bit, "slow as always Coredian, when it comes to recent events. When are you going to update your Temporal Sensors?" Jukassa paused for a few seconds as a trooper in the background handed him a datapad of recent events, "we've been aware of it for quite some time now, even before the events began. It would appear that our old friend has been up to her usual tricks, sent out a few assassins after us while we were still kids. I've already informed Athena and Vicky about it, they've gone through our temporal portals along with Sergeant Travin a while back just before Imperius sent in her assassin which was assigned to you." Jukassa frowned as he read the datapad, "this just in, apparently, she sent the 66th model after you. You remember what those things can do I assume."

Travin saluted Katrina, "Sergeant Major Travin of the Huntarian Alliance ma'am. You can put that thing down now, as it is I just saved your life. That was an Assassin Enforcer, model 66," Travin looked around the room, "nasty bugger. Nearly took out five of our Battalions before we finally figured out how to disable it. I suggest we get into the Council's Chambers, we'll be much safer in there while we wait for the others to come in."
Katrina looked confused at his words. The Hokage's intel people never got wind of this kind of droid and yet he seemed to know all about it. Still, Master Elendil took charge. "Very well. Come with us."

He and Katrina both headed into the Council chambers. Once in... "Speak."

Jukassa chuckled a bit, "slow as always Coredian, when it comes to recent events. When are you going to update your Temporal Sensors?" Jukassa paused for a few seconds as a trooper in the background handed him a datapad of recent events, "we've been aware of it for quite some time now, even before the events began. It would appear that our old friend has been up to her usual tricks, sent out a few assassins after us while we were still kids. I've already informed Athena and Vicky about it, they've gone through our temporal portals along with Sergeant Travin a while back just before Imperius sent in her assassin which was assigned to you." Jukassa frowned as he read the datapad, "this just in, apparently, she sent the 66th model after you. You remember what those things can do I assume."
Travis scowled at Jukassa. "Our Temporal Sensors are fine, thank you very much!" Then he winced at the mention of the assassin droids. "I still have the scars from the damned things. I'm not sure if my younger self would be able to take one down. Oh, yes. I seem to remember your agent coming along to save my ass. By the way, do you have time to join me here at the Agency?"

Hawkins would not allow the assassin to get away, not after what it had done to those he cared about so. As the droid somehow managed to fall through three floors of concrete Hawkins jump through after it and landed behind it just as it got to its feet and activated the doorway. Hawkins did not know what the doorway was except that it was an escapeway that he did not intend to let the assassin use.

He threw out his hand and grabbed onto the assassin's left calf and using his own strength augment by the force he managed to hold its leg from passing through the doorway. If he was using just normal human muscle even with the force it probably would not have been enough, but Hawkins before becoming a Jedi was a Cobra, in the Republic Marine Force Recon. His bones were stronger than titanium, his joints were servos controlled by a computer and his muscles were reinforced with myomer bundles. Hawkins had the strength of the droid, he had the strength of a marine in full battle armor, there was a reason why even Daniel Masaki feared Hawkins power in battle.

Yet, it was clear he would not be able to pull the assassin back through so using his free hand Hawkins picked one of the two grenades he had left, activated it with his thumb and threw it through the portal before it closed separating the leg from the droid. The grenade that went through with the assassin was akin to a thermal detonator, Republican Marines cleared enemy bunkers with micro nuclear warheads which were equipped in such grenades. Anything within a thirty meter radius to borrow a Colonial term would be fracked. Hawkins had another saying,

"Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker"

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Hawkins holding the things severed leg over his shoulder like some trophy not caring as its faux skin bleed all down the back of his armor as he force jumped back up the three floors. He quickly moved over to Hera, falling to his knees beside her, he gently picked up Athena and using the force levitated her over to one of Hera's recliners. There was no time to lose, Hawkins pulled out a pressure seal from the aid kit on his left thigh and wrapped it around Hera's neck, it would not stop the blood that was still being pumped out of her ruin artery but perhaps it would slow it down enough until the medics arrived.
"By the Bull god I am sorry Hera! Don't Die, your tougher than that its only a flesh wound!" Her face was pale almost translucent from the lack of blood and her eyes were fixed, her chest did not even struggle to take in breath now. He would not give up on her though, Hawkins began chest compressions and rescue breathing whispering the cadence required as he did so. He barely even noticed the arrival of the squad of Republic marines, as he heard the servos of thier Power armor as they entered the apartment and secured the location.

One marine uniformed in a skin-suit with a big red cross on it came up the the old jedi and war hero. If the medic thought it was absurd that the massive form of Master Hawkins was rendering such tender aid to the small and petite woman he did not let it show. He watched for a full minute as the massive and horribly scarred and now blood soaked hands of the jedi pushed on the fallen Jedi's chest. He knew however that Hera Agathon likely bleed out only a minute after she was struck, half her body's blood must have been pooled around her now.

"General Hawkins, please sir, she is gone. I must ensure that you are not wounded." It was at this point that Master Rydo entered the apartment and began shouting nonsense like always. Hawkins was still attempting cpr throughout her tirade. He couldn't really fault Emily for asking stupid questions she was not what the Jedi would call a Fighter, she did not enjoy bringing justice to the sith at the point of a saber but rather would have preferred to end their disputes if possible over tea and a good book. That didn't he wouldn't fault her for it, and he finally saw that it was too late.

Hawkins put his hand gently on Hera's forehand and brought it slowly down her face closing her eyes, and shutting her open mouth. He then bent over her and kissed her on her forehead. Then his right hand curled into a ball and punch the floor shattering a good bit of cerement and he savored the pain as he bent his back and screamed out so loudly it shook the apartment's walls. Hawkins believed in the warriors god, the Bull, He must scream loudly in order to wake up the bull, so that Hera would have something to fight in the afterlife.

After the small ritual was done he did not say a word to anyone, he only gently picked Hera's limp body up in his arms, and walked into Hera's bedroom and placed her under the blanket. She had always feared being chopped up by Cordian doctors and by the God's Hawkins would not let them lay a finger on her even in death.

As he walked back into the apartment he tossed the severed leg at Emily.

"That is what happened her. Assassin Droid, though it was much more human like than any droid almost..." He wanted to say Cylon but he had no proof, it was certinally much more sophisticated than any known Cylon. He loved Hera but Hawkins hated machines and AI, droids were controllable AI cyborgs were not, and thus a threat. Threats were eliminated not tolerated which was that Admiral Adama biggest mistake in not realizing.

"As for who is responsible, that is you and your council. You were responsible for providing security to this place, you told her this apartment was secure. You failed her, she was shot down where she was supposed to be safest, where she thought she could relax, where she even trusted you enough to bring her sister! Where is the police? Where is the ANBU? Where is the Quick Reaction Force? Instead it is my squad of Marines that are here. And you" Hawkins scowled. "You aren't worth two shits in a fight Emily. If you came in here and that machine was here, there would be a second murder today. You should have known better then come here alone."

Emily was offended by Hawkins' words. "How dare you insinuate that the fault lies with the Order? This being would not have passed the security patrols! Now if you would excuse me, I have a child to put away to bed and a funeral to plan."

Emily walked away with the child in her arms, soothing Athena with her calming words...

"I am not insinuating, It is the gods damn truth! Wake up! If there were security patrols on duty they are not able to detect these droids. You Cordians think that you are so smart and mighty that there is no possible way for anyone to outsmart you well somebody did, the proof is Hera’s cold dead body Emily. HERA! Do you have any idea what she meant to me? Do you have the slightest inclination of what I lost in her today.”

Hawkins moved up close to Emily now he stuck his face only inches from her own and looked directly into her eyes. Emily if she looked into his would have seen eyes empty of anything like compassion or understand, she would have seen only empty daggers of remorse and pain. Hawkins face was pitted with ragged burn scars, criss-crossed with cuts inflicted by the worst torturers that Chaos had to offer.

“I have suffered and sacrificed too much in this damn war at the bidding of the Masaki’s. I have no family, my wife was murdered by Darth Sirius when the Reformed Republic fell. I once had a dear apprentice, he was the closest thing to a son I had, and Fiona Masaki cut off his arm and then murdered him. And now the woman I considered my daughter was murdered in front of me, in the heart of Cordia’s most secure and safe area.

“And Nothing has been done. It has been more than fifteen minutes and the only ones on this crime scene are my own Marines. An important Jedi has been murdered, where are your police, the ANBU, Investigators, this crime scene isn’t even secure. Her death was not a quiet thing, this place should be swarming with your security forces and yet I only see the pool of Hera’s blood on the floor.”

“I can begin to see why your people have lost so many home worlds, why you have lost every major battle against the Empire time and time again if this is any indication of your procedures. You do not need to plan a funeral right now, you need to get back to the temple and inform the Council about this. About an assassin who can bypass the best of your security, that gunned down a Jedi as strong in the force as Hera in seconds, who managed to escape from me, and who managed to leave using some unknown portal.

“Hera is dead. She was not killed for nothing, there was a cold and calculated reason for her death. Has it even occurred to you right now that there are dozens more of these droids picking off important Jedi and officals while they are not ready for a fight. Has it occurred to you that there could be thousands of droids right now staging behind that mysterious portal ready to storm through and massacre the temple, this city, this world?”

“Hera’s assassination is an Act of War, you must be ready, and you must respond, or you will end up like Hera, cut down while you are defenseless.

Hawkins then moved to cut off Emily.

"I am not going to let you take that child out of my sight, Emily." He almost could not say her name and when he did it came out like ice. "Hera was a Knight-Errant of the Raven Council on Ossus. Her sister while a minor was under her custody, now upon her death, Athena is my responsibility. Give her to me." Hawkins was not asking.

Right then, a horde of CSI folks began descending upon the Issus Temple and the apartment, ready to do their job of securing the crime scenes and figuring out whodunit. They were, as usual, late, but they do have impressive equipment to help with the crimesolving.

"Masters, sorry we're late. The Empress and the Heir were attacked as well. We've been securing that scene and now we--holy smokes!" A CSI man said and then noticed Hera's corpse. "Let's get to work, boys!"

Emily and Hawkins stepped aside to allow the CSI crew do their work while they argued.

"Hawkins. You are not the only one who have had his heart torn out." Emily replied calmly. Hawkins saw great sadness in her eyes as she saw it in his. "You have sacrificed much in the war against the Sith. More than anyone could possibly ask, but you just lost your apprentice. You can not expect to fill the void in your heart with Athena so quickly. It would be an injustice to both of you. We can discuss her custody after the case is investigated and the funeral is dealt with. She might have been like a daughter to you, but she was also one to me. Hera loved both of us and she would hate to see us bicker over her sister."

"If you truly honor her memory, then you should wait until after she has been laid to rest." Emily continued. "Until then, she will be safe with me. Until then, you will have to kill me if you try to take her from me. Tell me Master Hawkins, would killing the woman Hera thought of as a mother honor her memory? Even though there is no death, there is still loss."

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One silver cube, was gently placed on the table, as the thin fingers picked up another, and stacked it on top of the other. Cube after cube, box after box, slowly lined up as “Kara” gently stacked them, each containing the memories and souls of her uncles and aunts, father and mother. The room was quiet, as the smell of death and decay began to fill the tomb of the cylon outpost. Kara could only hear her breathing, and the sound of the shower as the water gently fell to the floor.

Hera stood under the running water, the nice warm liquid that washed away the goo from her re-birth. It surrounded her, as the warmth of the water pushed aside the cold air that was in the room. Hera put her face under the showerhead, to wash away the last bit of the goo, as she gently reached for the shower valve to shut it off.

Moments later, Hera came out, dressed in the tacky punk clothes that “Kara” stole for her.

“You have strange taste in clothing.” Hera replied, as she put on the brown shirt with golden letters saying, “Massaki’s suck”

Kara laughed, “Yeah well would you rather run around naked?” she said grinning.

Hera shrugged, “Well I can say this, you do not have to worry about me stealing clothes out of your closet.” she said smiling.

Kara looked up to Hera, as she finished stacking the boxes that contained the cylons inside. “Can I hold you to that?”

Hera began to walk towards the main lobby of the base. “I need to go get you.” Hera replied.

“No, not now...” Kara interjected. “I am safe, you have to get ready.”

Hera turned to Kara. “I can not leave Athena, I will not.” she replied.

“No, and I would not expect that you would. But right now people are filing reports and investigating your death. If you go back now, that would be on record. Records that the Thirteenth Model could use to attack again. And if she finds out about the resurrection facility, that would truly be grave news.” Kara replied.

Hera sighed, “I understand we are at war.” she said sadly.

“Right now, you would be doing better to begin your training.” Kara produced a list, a short piece of paper, with the edges cut off, in the standard colonial style. “I need you to make these, and to gather your toys.” Kara replied.

Hera reached for the list, and began to review it. “And how exactly do you expect me to make these undetected.” she replied.

Kara smiles, “Like I said, it is time to begin your training. You know where to acquire the materials, how to stay hidden and off the official reports of the Coredians is up to you.” Kara replied. “I need to do something, I will meet you back at the metallurgy lab.” she told Hera.

Hera simply nodded.

Kara then disappeared in the black mist.

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Jedi Council Chambers
Four hours after the attack

As Empress Katrina watched the new savior come in with Jukassa, black mist began to gather in the halls of the Jedi Council chambers. The mist began to form into the shape of a young blond woman. The last thing to form were her eyes, as for a moment, they looked black as a new moon night. “Kara” blinked her eyes, as they changed back into normal looking eyes.

“I see there is a party.” Kara replied, as she crossed her arms, and leaned against one of the marble pillars. “I hope I am not crashing it.” Kara said smiling towards Travin.

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Hera was now alone, in the tomb of the Cylon outpost. She walked into the lobby, to see the horrific sight that was in there. Bodies of cylons, all seven models laid scattered across the floor. Some had knife wounds, as their veins looked black, and their skin a sickly pale green color. Others like the sixes had aged, well beyond their years. The debris of the centurions scattered across the floor. The barefoot Hera looked to them, their blood thick on the floor, as her foot slowly pressed down on the blood soaked floor. Hera did not say a word, or feel anything for them. They had brought this on themselves, and she felt no pity for those who would kill her.

Hera instead smiled, slightly. “You deserved this, as she translocated in purple evanescence, to the Coredian Hanger bay.

As Hera appeared, she looked around, both with her eyes and the force. She quickly realized that no one was here. No one at all. Hera took a step towards the raptor, as her bloody footprint left it’s mark on the floor.

Hera looked behind her and sighed. “Not much I can do about that.” she replied as she walked over to the hatch on the raptor. She placed her hand on the door as the pentagram began to glow. The door slowly rose.

Hera walked into the seemingly clear raptor. She then walked over to the side of one of the main computers on board, and placed her hand on the side panel. Another pentagram appeared in a glowing light, as the door slid open. Hera quickly reached inside and grabbed a bag, as well as her own lightsaber. She then grabbed her rapier, and dagger, as well as the colt and it’s bullets. She opened the box of bullets, and the revolving chamber in the gun. Gently she loaded the Colt with all six shots, and clipped the Rapier, dagger, colt and lightsaber to her waist. She then reached in the back and grabbed a jedi robe.

There was a war on, and she did not want to be caught ill prepared. Hera turned, as the force began to tell her of an ANBU approaching the now opened raptor. Hera vanished again, this time appearing in the metallurgy lab, before he could walk inside. It was time to get to work.

Hawkins did not quite move aside for the CSI investigator, instead his hand grabbed the man by his collar very, tightly.

"I do not care for excuses and I am not all that angered by your childish outburst and lack of professionalism entering this crime scene. Understand this though that is the body of Knight-errant Hera Agaethon, she was my apprentice and then my comrade. She is not some Jane Doe nor is she a victim. She is a casualty. You will not disturb her peace, you will not conduct an autopsy, and if you do for every cut you inflict upon her I shall inflict upon you even greater. Am I understood, Investigator?"

After Hawkins squared away the investigator he tossed the leg to the squad leader of his Marine detachment. "Get that up to Vigilant I was to know exactly what it is comprised of and exactly what it will take to destroy and cut through it, and I want to know all of that five minutes ago."

Then he turned back to Master Rydo,

"Master Rydo" He told her using her title for the first time in their conversation instead of her first name. "I do not believe that I stuttered, I thought I was being perfectly clear. I will not allow Athena to remain here under Cordian custody. It is not safe for her and her safety was Hera's primary concern. You will give me the child and I will bring it somewhere safe. A place secret that no one will learn of it and hunt her down like they did Hera. I thought Hera would have been safe while she stayed her in between missions. I was wrong, the same way I thought Athena would be safe. Do you realize that they both are hybrid cylons? That is probably why Hera was killed. Now give me the child."

Hawkins smiled for the first time since they began talking.

"Master Rydo, I do not have to kill you to take the child from you. It will go easier for you to just give her up. Then make your peace with that loss and your loss of Hera, and perhaps in twenty years or so you will have the slightest inclination of what I feel now.

Jedi Council Chambers
Four hours after the attack

As Empress Katrina watched the new savior come in with Jukassa, black mist began to gather in the halls of the Jedi Council chambers. The mist began to form into the shape of a young blond woman. The last thing to form were her eyes, as for a moment, they looked black as a new moon night. “Kara” blinked her eyes, as they changed back into normal looking eyes.

“I see there is a party.” Kara replied, as she crossed her arms, and leaned against one of the marble pillars. “I hope I am not crashing it.” Kara said smiling towards Travin.
"And who the hell are you?" Travis demanded, subtly echoing his mother's thoughts.

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Hera was now alone, in the tomb of the Cylon outpost. She walked into the lobby, to see the horrific sight that was in there. Bodies of cylons, all seven models laid scattered across the floor. Some had knife wounds, as their veins looked black, and their skin a sickly pale green color. Others like the sixes had aged, well beyond their years. The debris of the centurions scattered across the floor. The barefoot Hera looked to them, their blood thick on the floor, as her foot slowly pressed down on the blood soaked floor. Hera did not say a word, or feel anything for them. They had brought this on themselves, and she felt no pity for those who would kill her.

Hera instead smiled, slightly. “You deserved this, as she translocated in purple evanescence, to the Coredian Hanger bay.

As Hera appeared, she looked around, both with her eyes and the force. She quickly realized that no one was here. No one at all. Hera took a step towards the raptor, as her bloody footprint left it’s mark on the floor.

Hera looked behind her and sighed. “Not much I can do about that.” she replied as she walked over to the hatch on the raptor. She placed her hand on the door as the pentagram began to glow. The door slowly rose.

Hera walked into the seemingly clear raptor. She then walked over to the side of one of the main computers on board, and placed her hand on the side panel. Another pentagram appeared in a glowing light, as the door slid open. Hera quickly reached inside and grabbed a bag, as well as her own lightsaber. She then grabbed her rapier, and dagger, as well as the colt and it’s bullets. She opened the box of bullets, and the revolving chamber in the gun. Gently she loaded the Colt with all six shots, and clipped the Rapier, dagger, colt and lightsaber to her waist. She then reached in the back and grabbed a jedi robe.

There was a war on, and she did not want to be caught ill prepared. Hera turned, as the force began to tell her of an ANBU approaching the now opened raptor. Hera vanished again, this time appearing in the metallurgy lab, before he could walk inside. It was time to get to work.
"Hmm?" The ANBU noticed something odd as he patrolled the hangar bay. He saw bloody footprints heading for Hera's Raptor and noticed that there were things missing from the open Raptor that were there before, things including the slugthrower that was said to be extremely dangerous.

He decided to radio for assistance, considering that someone had been here and someone stole Hera's important items. This could be troublesome, especially in light of the recent attacks.

More ANBU arrived on his summons and one decided it would be a good idea to notify the two Council Members who are closest to Hera, Masters Rydo and Hawkins...

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Katrina looked confused at his words. The Hokage's intel people never got wind of this kind of droid and yet he seemed to know all about it. Still, Master Elendil took charge. "Very well. Come with us."

He and Katrina both headed into the Council chambers. Once in... "Speak."
"Not until the others are here. We're still waiting for Kara and Vicky. I think some other people would be interested in hearing what's going on here."

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2000 Years...


Travis scowled at Jukassa. "Our Temporal Sensors are fine, thank you very much!" Then he winced at the mention of the assassin droids. "I still have the scars from the damned things. I'm not sure if my younger self would be able to take one down. Oh, yes. I seem to remember your agent coming along to save my ass. By the way, do you have time to join me here at the Agency?"

"You remember the encounter? Damn, you really should just allow my scientists and engineers to upgrade all of your systems. That's bad news if you actually remember the encounter. I'll go over there soon, along with a pair of engineers. We'll work on that shield problem of yours too."
Travis sighed. Coredian pride aside, Jukassa's Alliance really did have a more potent grasp on temporal mechanics than Coredia did. Still, it didn't stop the gloats from them... "Very well, Jukassa, bring your techies along with you. We're going to need it, I'm sure."

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As Empress Katrina watched the new savior come in with Jukassa, black mist began to gather in the halls of the Jedi Council chambers. The mist began to form into the shape of a young blond woman. The last thing to form were her eyes, as for a moment, they looked black as a new moon night. “Kara” blinked her eyes, as they changed back into normal looking eyes.

“I see there is a party.” Kara replied, as she crossed her arms, and leaned against one of the marble pillars. “I hope I am not crashing it.” Kara said smiling towards Travin.

Travin smiled, "of course not. I see you got Jukassa's message about Imperius's plans. That's good. We just need to wait for Vicky now to get over here. As soon as she does, we can let the meeting begin."

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Athena smiled, as Travis Masaki nearly shouting at her, demanded to know her identity. “Oh how to answer?” she thought to herself, as she began to walk closer to the young Massaki and his mother.

As she approached, the Masaki’s and Master Elendil could clearly see what looked to be a large buck knife strapped to the side of her blue jeans. Athena cocked her head slightly to the right as she pulled out her hand and offered it to young Travis.

“I am a friend.” Athena responded, as she looked over to Katrina. “Please do not be alarmed. I was sent by someone, who is very interested in Travis’ and Miss Agatheon’s survival during this tragic time.” Athena continued.

She paused for a moment, waiting to see if the young teenage boy would take her hand and shake it. “Until I have been authorized though, all I can say is you can call me Kara.”

She then looked over to Katrina, and smiled. “It is a pleasure.” Athena replied.

Athena then turned to Travin, "Have you heard any word from Victoria?" she asked, sounding almost concerned for the well being of her "younger sister."

"She needs safety, and the Dragons can give her that." Master Rydo insisted. "I will give her to King Sarinon. I can trust him to protect her. Please allow me to do so."

"Yes Emily finally you are speaking the truth, Athena needs safety. That is what I want, I want her to grow up in a place that is not in danger of attack, that is free from the influence of the Sith, I want her to have the childhood Hera did not have." Hawkins eyes softened for a moment as he continued.

"Will the dragons keep her safe, sure. But Dragons are not human, Athena will not fit in with them, they may be polite but she will always be an outsider, and orphaned little bitch to them. I will take her to a safe world, where she will be among humans, and there are not many differences between what Athena is and your typical human. Emily you are welcome to come with her, she will need your caring hand as much as she will need to learn the strength of the bull god as well she will need to know the Lords of Kobol and of the one God."

Hawkins eyes hardened once again as he saw Emily not believing his words. He was the Jedi Master with the most combat experience. He had killed more Sith and been involved in more battles than any other. He could tell Emily meant to flee with the child that no matter what he said to her she would bring her to the Dragon king. Emily Rydo was a fool, no matter how well intentioned.

"Do not teleport away Master Rydo. If you take Athena to the Dragons, I will follow you. You are blinded by grief, Hera would not want you to give Athena to the Dragons she would have wanted you to follow me and bring her to a new safe hope."

"If you run I will find you and Athena I will ensure that Athena will be taken care of how Hera intended."

Emily sighed as she listened to Hawkins' words. She admitted that he had a point. Both of them were arguing because they were grieving. "You are right, Master Hawkins. The Dragons are an option, but not the best...This planet of yours. What is it like?"

The Base ship was rather bland on the inside. The walls were covered in many lights, more like flood lights, to light the interior than anything else. Along the wall, ran one large light, that ran left to right, then right to left. Gracie just walked along, somehow knowing exactly where she wanted to be. As she continued, her mind began to wander, as the projection program began to form in her mind the surroundings she wished to be in. She could not see any people, just the environment she wished to see. It was all too amazing, as the smells and the sounds seemed to actually exist, yet it did not interfere with what she wanted to do.

She walked past many different copies of the cylons, sixes, fives, eights, Leoban, Simon, and Cavils. Nothing in particular stood out, not even the centurions, until she reached the command and control room. Here there were many tables, all of them covered in a layer of some liquid that looked like water. The cylons held their hands on the panels, as the panels flickered different colors, red, green yellow. Finally one of the Fives, walked up to Gracie. He was a shorter cylon, dark brown hair and had a strange red blazer on.

“Hello, fourteen.” he replied, as he held his hand out to Gracie. “It is a pleasure to meet you, I am model number five, but you can call me Doral.” he said smiling at the new and lost cylon.

“Is there anything I can do for you, or do you desire to see how the ship functions?” he asked the new born cylon model.

It took some getting used to, looking about in these bland environments. It was as if some low rent interior designer with a crazed idea of Bauhaus design cooked up something on the cheap. Luckily, her mind then took her to....a small park in Long Beach. The Korean Friendship Bell that Dr. Jones was always telling her about. It seemed rather nice to Grace, as she liked not having to put up with--

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She then nearly tripped on one of the consoles, and reentered reality. Wandering about, she could only mutter, "I gotta stop daydreaming."

Gracie smirked, and folded her arms. She muttered, looking about, "Helluva vessel. I wonder who you got for an interior decorator....very Bauhaus. All that black basalt, utilitarian materials....wow. By the way, love what you did with the water effects on those keyboards." She then shook her head as if to clear her mind, and said, "I do have a question though. I was daydreaming, and I nearly tripped on something? What is that? And also, I noticed the tubes....with the others...."

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As Gracie was getting into trouble in Cylonland, Vicky was driving like a crazed madwoman down the 405 to Los Angeles International Airport. Doctor Jones asked her simply, "Um....miss....why are we on the highway? And why are you driving like that? And why are you using your lights?"

Vicky didn't care much for Jones's questions, only answering with a simple, "I'll explain later." She then tossed him a syringe and said, "Stab that in your thigh. Do it."

Jones sighed, and stabbed it into his thigh. Wincing, he injected the clear-bluish fluid of the syringe into himself, and then released it as he said, "What is this stuff?"

Vicky said simply, swerving in between two cars, "It's a healing agent. Simple." Spotting two California Highway Patrol officers on speeder bikes, she said with unusual calm, "Hold on, momma's gonna take a shortcut." She then abruptly cut across six lanes, and inadvertedly pulled a PIT manuever as she slammed a car out of the way. Driving onto the onramp onto LAX, she then drove onto the Space Elevator which took her into orbit. Paying the nice man operating it a tip, she then drove the thing into the nearby parking garage, and stashed the guns into a gunnysack she had on her, and unstrapped Dr. Jones. She asked Jones, "Can you walk?"

Jones said, "Not sure." Getting up, he amazed himself. With a smile, he said with a chuckle, "I suppose I can, miss." Vicky returned the smile with her own and a simple, "Good. Let's go. I got a plane to catch." Grabbing Jones by the wrist, she then dragged him to a Valiant Air charter desk, and said, "I need two tickets to Issus, posthaste. I need to charter a Toyota L-2000 shuttle. I have firearms with me, here's my military credentials." Throwing down all the proper forms and a hefty wad of cash, the lady at the counter said, "Wow. Hold on."

Scanning the ID, she said, "Hmm....It's legit. I suppose you can go. There's a shuttle in Dock 22--"

Before she could finish, Vicky had grabbed her documents and Dr. Jones and left. Getting onto the shuttle, she quickly exited out, and made a jump to Issus....

...when she got there, she landed on Issus, using her Dornalian credentials to wave her way through and get to the Temple. She then entered the room, heaving with Dr. Jones in tow, and said, smiling to Travin and Kara, "Sup--damn! You guys started already!" Giving a thumbs up, she sat on the floor, letting her gunnysack slip somewhat as a confused Dr. Jones said, "Woah. Is this where I think it is?"

Far Future

Darkness spread across the cosmos. Most of the stars have been extinguished by now, with only the red dwarf stars to provide what little warmth and companionship they could muster. Even then, the red dwarf stars and the meager civilizations that revolved around them -remnants of a vibrant past- were to be swallowed up by the Darkness very shortly.

It was called by many names in its eternal history. Satan. The Lone Power. The Dark Side. The Nothing. Chaos. The Ultimate Cosmic Destroyer.

It particularly liked that last one for It was evil in its primal form, born shortly after the universe itself began. It was Entropy. It was Death. It...was Annihiliation.

It had many foes in its past. Many rose up to challenge It, causing no end of headaches (if a being of nothingness could have them) in its neverending quest to have the universe all by itself, a cold, dark, lifeless place of emptiness. No life. No light. Nothing. A true Heat Death, if you will. All have failed. It was satisfied that this was so, for now, It could complete its bleak goal.

Then...something occurred. Something that caused It to shudder to its very core and begin to weaken swiftly. It began to search for this disturbance. Then, It found the source, a change in the very distant past. It peered closer into that distant past, searching for the exact moment of change. Then...the source was found. A tiny speck, far smaller than the planets and dead stars It consumed. An elementary particle compared to It.

It summoned up an emotion that has long since been buried: Rage. An insignificant speck dared to challenge It! A speck so easily overwhelmed by It, so easily consumed...and yet the speck was...fighting. It sent forth attacks that could never be comprehended by mortal minds, wounding the speck, and yet...and yet...the speck continued to challenge the Ultimate Cosmic Destroyer, flinging blast after blast of golden light wreathed in the colors of the rainbow in reply, colors that have been thought destroyed long ago.

More specks joined the first, and together, they began to beat It back. One of the specks even shot tiny pieces of metal that actually penetrated its very core and damaged it heavily. But...how? How could this be?! How could the Universe, who It believed was completely in its grasp, manage to summon specks with enough power to challenge It itself? Could it be that It would be vanquished at last?

NO! THIS CANNOT BE! It roared. More incomprehensible attacks pounded the specks. Many specks fell, but the specks would not give up. The specks could not. And for the first time in trillions of years, It tasted...mortality.

Weakened and near the moment when the specks would execute the final blow, It sought to find a way to eliminate these specks. It would have to form...armies. Armies it never needed before in the past. It would need alliances. Buffers. And most of all, It would need...plans.

It used the last of its vast power to tear away from the battle and run to the distant past. A past even further than the battle itself so that It would recover and formulate plans of how to deal with the specks.

And so...It did.

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2000 years

Darth Styx stared out over the vast sea of history, watching the timelines of every sentient grow, pulse and wink out. He played around with a particular line, twisting the sentient's soul towards a path of darkness until it was consumed. Then he noticed one particularly strong timeline: that of his cousin Travis Masaki, the Emperor of All the Coreworlds. He sneered at the timeline, coated with a material that even he could never touch. Forbidden by whoever put the timeline there. He (and his sometimes ally, sometimes enemy Imperius) could only indirectly affect it, putting obstacles in Travis' path, but he somehow managed to overcome them.

He almost turned around in disgust to plot his next move against the Alliance when the timeline began flickering. Slowly, he turned back around and called up queries as to the reason for the flickering. A dark grin began to curl his lips.

"So...Imperius has struck first." He spoke, a voice rasping with evil. "Well...it appears that there is a window of opportunity here...Lord Kimimaro (http://i100.photobucket.com/albums/m15/Anti-Hero69/kimimaro.jpg)!"

A large and powerful demon with bone spikes extruding all over his body appeared before his Sith Lord, bowing low. "What is thy bidding, my master?"

"You will enter the past and eliminate the Masaki boy before he has a chance to reach adulthood." Lord Styx hissed, waving a hand towards a black portal that formed in the Dark Lord's Temporal Chamber. "Do not return without his head!"

"It shall be as you wish, my Master." The demon bowed. "Shall I take some of the Shock Troopers?"

"You will only require two. I have faith in your own abilities. The boy would not be able to defeat you." Darth Styx replied.

"It shall be done." Lord Kimimaro bowed once more and snapped his fingers. Two Shock Troopers (http://www.flickr.com/photos/meeellla/501019624/), liquid-metal beings that looked vaguely like Cylon Centurions, appeared on either side of their leader. "Let's go."

All three of them disappeared into the portal, leaving a grinning Dark Lord behind...

"It is a planet deep within the Farstars Confederacy. It is unknown to most people even those who live in the Farstars. I cannot tell you much about it her, but it is the place I took Hera, it is the place where I trained her. It is a place that right and wrong, dark and light are in a precarious balance, a balance that is to be understood by any who would be Jedi." Hawkins laughed. "Oh and be sure to dress warm, and do not bring any technology besides a mobile holo-communicator. This place is a little...rustic."

"Emily, I apologize for my words earlier, my emotions were running high, what happened here has effected my soul deeply and it will take many hours of meditation before I can resolve my failure to myself. I will trust you to keep Athena safe, I will make arrangements to secure her transport off Planet with you as her guardian. I wish I could go with you and her, but I will arrange an appropriate escort to get you both settled." Hawkins picked up his dropped robe from before he did battle with the assassin and wrapped it over him, covering up the bloodstains on his armor and arms. "Hera would want you to keep her sister safe, just trust that I know the best place to ensure that. I have another mission, I must find her killer and bring them to justice."

Hawkins moved to Hera's body on the bed and kissed her gently on the forehead as he said his goodbye. He picked up her lightsaber and placed it on her belt, using the force he called his own to his hand and clipped it on his belt also. Hawkins walked back into the living room and signaled the marines to follow him out.

As Hawkins and the marines moved out in the corridor and began walking up the stairs to the roof the Squad Leader spoke to him.

"General where are we going now?"

"To the hanger where Knight Agaethon's Raptor was located. She had in her possession an ancient Sith's saber as well as an archaric six-shot revolver which would permenetly kill a being with one shot, shields and armor are ineffective, and it makes it so the person killed with it can not be ressurected. It is in part her possession of this weapon that I think she was killed. Have informed the embassy of these events?"

"Yes General, a battalion of Marines have disembarked from the Vigilance and are going to provide security for the embassy as well as a quick reaction force in case we need support. I do not think this one attack will be the last." The squad leader told the General.

"Nor do I" Hawkins thought to himself as they reached the roof and the waiting gunship which flew them to the hanger bay where Hera's Raptor was located.

Hawkins moved up to the Raptor any ANBU or security personal would have recognized him and if they inquired about his identity he gave them the days password. Someone had clearly broken into the shuttle that much was obvious. It would take a great amount of skill in the force and even alchemy to break into Hera's shuttle it is something Hawkins himself would not have wanted to attempt. He moved up to the bloody footprints and bent down to inspect them. He found something that he would not have expected there were not boot or shoe prints in the blood but the outlines of a bare foot.

Who ever broke into the shuttle did not believe in footwear, Hawkins grunted as he stood and left the hanger with his Marine Squad leaving two behind with the gunship. Hawkins did not know how it was possible and he did not believe it really was, but he knew in his heart whose feet those were, It seemed the universe had a cruel sense of humor.

Well if she wanted him to know she was alive she would tell him, and so Hawkins told no one. He was if anything disappointed, Hera should have known better, Hawkins had trained her better than to leave such telltales behind.

The Jedi Master made his way to find Travis Masaki, the other target in the assassination attempt.

Issus
Metallurgy Lab
Jedi Temple

The room was barely light, as the clanging and roar of the machines sounded in the darkness. The metals melted, as the candles burned. Inscriptions were drawn, as the phrik and silver mixtures were added to the steal.

Hera slowly wiped her brow as she continued her work. The sweat rolled off her, as she placed her hands on the table below. Casting her gaze down, she looked at the list that “Kara” had given her, for “training.”

Hera frowned at the list. “How in the frak, am I supposed to get this all done before this area reopens.” she asked herself as she picked up the hammer and began to smash it down on a red hot slab of metal that would become a new blade.

Sparks flew, as the memories of her death enveloped her. Her memories, her pain poured into the metal, each stroke of the hammer filled with her rage, her anger, and her loneliness.

“She must be testing me.” Hera replied, as her golden eyes swung harder at the metal. “She knows someone will come in here at some point. Someone will have to investigate this, and when they do how will I handle it.” Hera said outloud, as she slammed another stoke of the hammer on the new sword.

Hera picked up the molten hot blade and placed it in water to cool the blade down, and to remove the impurities from the metal. She then walked over to the fire and began to stoke it, as she reinserted the blade into the fire.

“They will come, and I must finish before they do.” she replied to herself as she looked at the daunting list before her.


Use your imagination on how to modify these!

Jian

Katana

Sawed off Shot Gun

M1847 Winchester Rifle

Thirteen Throwing daggers

Single hilt lightsaber

Double Bladed lightsaber

Garrote

Hera sighed. “This will take all night easily.” she replied, as she took a pencil and scratched out the shot gun from the list.

She then turned to the now cool double barrel of a shot gun. She sighed, as she began to saw off the extra material, and began to draw runes and inscriptions into it in old Gemininese. “The Wicked Shall Burn” is what she wrote in the barrel, as she drew in silver, the symbols of protection on the wooden portion of the handle. Hera took out the newly made shells, Twelve in all. The spread, although not great for long range, would be ideal in a five -ten yard fight. She smiled at the shells for a moment, the shells that would penetrate flesh and ignite it into flames upon touching blood. The same pellets that would ignite in a temperature of roughly 2500 degrees.


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Issus
Jedi Temple
Jedi Council Chambers
Four hours and ten minutes after the attack.

“Kara” turned to Vicky and her charge as she walked in. Kara turned to her and just smiled. “Glad to see you can make it.” Kara replied smiling at Vicky.

As she watched, she noticed everyone here had brought their charge. Travin had brought Jukassa, Vicky had Dr. Jones, and the Empress had her son. Athena was the only one without the one she was sent back in time to protect.

Athena then slowly walked over to Travin. She leaned closer to his ear, “How much should we tell them. If we reveal too much, it might alter things even worse than before.” Athena whispered in Travin’s ear. She then turned to face the Masaki’s, waiting for Travin to begin the meeting.

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Cylon Base ship
Deep Space, near the border of the Thirteenth Colony

Doral looked up to Gracie, as she asked her questions. A smile grazed his face. “That is called projection. It is like an imagination but much more vivid. Instead of imagining you are some place, it actually makes it appear to you like it is. Of course you should have noticed the objects in the back of your mind to avoid them, but you probably were in awe of your ‘world’.” Doral replied.

“I must say though, what are you referring to by tubes?” he asked Gracie. “I was not aware of tubes here unless you mean the fuel lines for the raiders.” he replied. He slowly grabbed her hand and walked her over to the panel. “This water, as you call it.” he said smiling, “Is the main way we can interact with a computer console. As long as some liquid interacts between the molecules, we can interact with any system. Even your own blood will work, although I would not recommend it.” Doral said smiling.

“The Main central computer for the base ship is a hybrid computer, designed of wiring and biology for the quickest response time. However I would not recommend you try to talk to her directly, she is a bit... insane.” Doral replied. “She speaks gibberish, We think it is because she is sensing everything around her for light years and it is the best way she can handle it.” Doral told gracie.

“Please place your hand on the panel, and you will see what I am talking about.”

“It is a fantastic system, and once you get the hang of it, I am sure you will find it adequate to your needs.” Doral told the new model.

OOC: Me and Huntaer worked this little bit out in advance...

2000+ years from present:

Alliance Councilor Kori rose to her position so swiftly because of her ability to deal with high-pressure situations in both a calm and collected manner. When everything else was progressing more quickly than the eye could follow and orders could accomodate, she was the one who set things right in the best manner possible. She simply made situations, no matter how bad they might be, better. There was almost a motherly tinge to her actions, as whenever something took place, the best response was already issuing forth from her lips, worded just so as to inspire competence and compliance without giving any inkling of fear or doubt.

It is with this information in mind that as she looked out on the battle taking place before her, one can truly appreciate how horribly things were going when employing the phrase 'End of her Tether'.

The Imperius forces had launched a massive assault on the Huntarian Alliance, striking at one of their core systems with a vicious strike that threatened to shatter a sizable portion of the Huntarian Alliance home defense fleets. The defenders were outnumbered and outgunned, but Kori directed the warfleet with all the intention of victory none the less. No matter her speed in issuing orders though, the Imperius forces were simply better capable of swiftly organizing strike formations that caused significant damage before the defenders could properly react, and the Huntarian fighters were simply overwhelmed with the enemy's coordination and brutal efficiency, to say nothing of the weapons.

"Another two of ours have been destroyed, Councilor!" came the voice of one of the admirals assisting in the coordination of the battle. "These damned robots are picking us apart!"

"I can see that, Admiral," Kori replied evenly, even though she was on the verge of panic herself. "We need to hold as long as we can. If we are going to die here, we will take as many of those bastards with us as we can. Maybe we can win this battle with insanity."

"We need to regroup!"

"Regroup where? If we fall back, they get a direct shot at the Capitol! Do you know how many civilians will be put at risk because we might feel it necessary to revise our plan of attack? I saw the census numbers last month, Admiral, and I do NOT care to dwell upon the possible casualties running away here might cause."

"But if we lose here that'll happen anyway!"

"But we can't be accused of shirking our responsibility if that's what it takes, can't we? Hope for a miracle, admiral, because short of somebody coming to our rescue, the only way we're getting out of this is if we all die."

"You can't be se--"

Kori knew what the admiral was saying, but for some reason, in the middle of that last word, some strange... presence surged over the ship, and over all the ships in the general vicinity, giving a sensation akin to a slight sinus issue and that feeling one gets when undergoing a rapid change in air pressure. All she could hear for a couple seconds was the sound of her heartbeat, and when the voices eventually came back to some form of audibility, all she could make out were cries of confusion:

"What's going on?"

"Is it the Imperius forces?"

"It looks like they're just as confused as we are. Look, they stopped shooting for a moment!"

"Sensors?"

"I don't see anything! But... it feels like whatever is causing it is over..."

Everybody looked in the same direction at once... which also made a few people feel momentarily foolish as it caused them to look right into a wall or some other innocuous object. Kori, being on the bridge, ran to the nearest viewport and looked out where she knew the source of this overpowering presence was.

The first thing she noticed was the strange green glow that came from its center. Around it were free-floating collections of blades of blackest nothing. It approached almost lazily, appearing at first as a small dot in the distance, yet somehow it came to blistering proximity with the Huntarian vessels in mere moments, showing no sign of how it managed such a feat, nor showing any sign of its presence on scanners.

"What is that thing?"

"Sensors aren't reading anything! I know its there, but its like the ship doesn't register on any kind of secondary detectors! No gravitational signature, no power readings, no life signs, this thing doesn't even show up on radar!"

Kori felt a strange tickling in her the back of her mind, as though something had sneaked through her attention yet went unnoticed the first time. The mental double-take caused her to stumble on a memory she would have sworn wasn't there previously. A strange memory, of her standing in some idyllic forest listening to a strange song of almost unfathomable beauty. The words came to her more as a sensation than as directly spoken terms:

Greetings. Friend. Calm.

And with that, somehow the vessel 'became' a small distance from the edge of the Imperius forces, and began launching shafts of green darkness out at the Imperius vessels. Sensors could read nothing of what the newcomer was doing, but when the first ship struck began to list awkwardly... then to fall apart and vanish into nothing, the Huntarian Alliance forces couldn't help but collectively inhale in shock.

Another Imperius vessel vanished into oblivion, then another, and another... and by this time the Imperius forces were attempting to fire back at the interloper. To no avail, however, as the cataclysmic blasts of destructive energy simply passed through the vessel as though it did not exist to them. Another ship vanished to oblivion, and the invader accelerated its dismantling of the Imperius fleet. Cruiser after Battleship after Dreadnought met its inexplicable end at the unknown hands of whatever was firing these unknown shafts of light. As the battle progressed, the Huntarians began to celebrate the miracle that had just taken place before them, cheering on the one-sided battle taking place before their very eyes, and for once having something go their way. This was augmented by a strange feeling of rapture that permeated the overwhelming presence exuded by the newcomer. Imperius vessels began to escape the battle, yet somehow the vessel intercepted a good many of the fleeing ships with a renewed barrage of incomprehensible weapons.

Kori felt another message tumble into her mind, and she almost whooped with glee when she understood what it meant.

We shall have our revenge. We shall have justice. The enemy shall burn in righteous fire. The Godulan Scourge shall make things right once more...

And as the last of the Imperius vessels vanished into hyperspace or oblivion, the Godulan ship disappeared as well, obviously following the enemy to harm them again and again...

Issus
Jedi Temple
Jedi Council Chambers
Four hours and ten minutes after the attack.

“Kara” turned to Vicky and her charge as she walked in. Kara turned to her and just smiled. “Glad to see you can make it.” Kara replied smiling at Vicky.

As she watched, she noticed everyone here had brought their charge. Travin had brought Jukassa, Vicky had Dr. Jones, and the Empress had her son. Athena was the only one without the one she was sent back in time to protect.

Athena then slowly walked over to Travin. She leaned closer to his ear, “How much should we tell them. If we reveal too much, it might alter things even worse than before.” Athena whispered in Travin’s ear. She then turned to face the Masaki’s, waiting for Travin to begin the meeting.

Travin nodded, "you are correct. We can tell them very little," then he turned to Vicky who just arrived in the room, "unless your bitch of a sister decides to go and send all of her forces to the past to destroy us here. That aside, I think it's high time we formerly introduce ourselves, now that the last of us has finally arrived..." Travin turned to face the Council once again, "my name is Sergeant Major Travin from the Huntarian Alliance. The others with me are Vicky, daughter of Gracie, and Kara from what remains on the Twelve Colonies. We were sent back in time to protect key figures in the future, namely Travis Masaki, Padawan Jukassa, Hera and Athena Agathon. Poor Doctor Jones here just got caught in the middle of all this for creating Gracie. It's believed to our enemies that he could continue to upgrade Gracie should she encounter Imperius's troops here. Anyone confused as of yet?"

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2000 Years from now...

Imperius closed the closet, locked it back up, and sighed. She then turned to the Enforcer Droid which just returned, "we need to find a replacement for her. Make sure it's someone competent, or that cabinet gets bigger."

"Yes ma'am." It started to walk forward, then suddenly, it fell sideways towards the ground. It's leg was missing.

Imperius glared at the Cabinet, "probably her fault too..." She switched her attention with the matters at hand, "we need to begin our next move on Hera and the Resistance. Hera is still alive, and I've heard rumors that the Resistance has begun to transport civilians to Godulan Territory. Suggestions?"

2000 years later...

The room of the cylon representative, to the Imperius leader fell silent, as they watched her brutally murder then box her own model. Six could not help herself as she watched the horror unfold, as she rose her hand to her mouth, trying to keep the expression of such brutal violence away from the public view. Her eyes winced, as she turned her head.

Cavil just watched in silence, saying nothing at first. He just waited, for a moment, until Imperius began to speak.

His eyes looked up to the young asian looking cylon, “Thirteen.” he replied, “The solution is simple. Yes our first attempt at going back in time seemed to be an utter failure, as it put the enemy on notice, but still we have the advantage.” he said in a calm collected voice.

Six slowly turned around as she watched the enforcer droid grab one of the Imperius models by the leg and drag her out of the room. The trail of blood poured out of the body, smearing it across the floor.

“Although now the temporal protected files would be obsolete, as the time line has in fact changed, we have gained valuable intelligence on the front. First of all, we learned with full certainty that the hybrids can resurrect.” Cavil replied.

“Knowing that, we should utilize our full capabilities in the time. The Coreworlds in this time were under full cylon occupation. We had large bases in the area, filled with missiles, raiders, even a base ship in orbit of the most important planets of Coredia. We also know that Coredia houses still Hera, Travis, as well as the other targets.” he continued.

Six interjected, “Is it wise to involve our past selves?” she asked as the slowly turned back to Imperius. Her body was stiff, as she spoke, her eyes cold, “Why not just deal with the problem in this day and age?” she responded.

A carnal smile crossed Cavil’s lips, “Yes we could...but why should we?” he asked. “Every solder we fight today had ancestors back then. If we kill them then, then they can not fight today. Coredia is weak, especially then.” Cavil responded. “The Colonies are about to declare war on them, and the Abh are about to declare war on the Colonies.” Cavil responded. Slowly he turned his head to Six. “Would it not be better to just exterminate the human race down to a more manageable size then, instead of dealing with them now? Say one hundred?” he responded.

Six turned to Cavil, “How, even then, they are well armed? Why not just go to Kobol and wipe out the planet, then turn to earth and do the same.” she responded.

Cavil slowly placed his hand to his chin, “Yes that is possible, but I do not know about you, but that curse as you love to call it bothers me. I personally do not like being denied resurrection, and every raider that dies can not come back to learn from their experiences.” Cavil replied snidely. “No we need to press harder and in this time. The Jedi can not protect everyone, we should upgrade ourselves in the past to this level and then wipe them all out.” Cavil replied. “Besides we know what they will do back then, and it will become, much easier to deal with them.” Cavil said as he finished his rant...

Issus
Jedi Council Chambers.
Present Day

Kara turned to Travin as he spoke. "Well you know how those damn toasters and frakking blenders are, nothing but pains in the ass." she said as she looked at Vicky with a scarcastic smirk on her face.

She then turned to Katrina, “Please understand, we must protect the people on that list at all costs.” Kara said, “The fate of millions depends on it.” Kara said reinforcing the speech of Travin.

As Kara finished speaking, she could feel a cold shiver come over her. Her body shook for a moment, as she closed her eyes. The feeling was feint, and distant, but familiar. It was the darkside. Kara reveled in it for a moment, as she thought to herself, “Ahh... good girl.”

As Hawkins and his Marines made their way through the corridors of the temple he felt the disturbance in the force. Unlike some others of his Order he was not phased by the sudden surge of dark hatred and thirst for vengeance. He had hunted enough Sith to recognize what he felt. Somewheres in the temple there was a Sith with the capabilities of a Lord or High Knight.

"Stay with me. There is an intruder near." Hawkins told the Squad leader who relayed the warning to his Marines. As they moved on Hawkins could feel that they were getting closer to the disturbance. He noticed as they got to the entrance to the metallurgy lab that it was active. At this hour? Someone was in there and someone was using the dark side within it. The Squad leader active his infrared goggles and switch them to cold-dark. The relatively cool form of a humanoid was evident in the room contrasted by the extreme heat of the foundry. Hawkins could hear the beating of a hammer and the loud noises of the machines.

He had a couple options at this point, He could enter the Lab activating his saber, but that would likely alert the Sith to their presence. Hawkins was already using his force powers to negate his own force signature as well as the presence of his marines, for now they had the element of surprise and that meant a lot. The second option was to throw a negative force grenade into the room. It would create a bubble where the force could not be used, but while that would benefit his Marines it would negate much of his own abilities. There was one last option, that was a powerful surgical strike. He used hand signals to call up the Squads sniper, the Squad leader drew a small dot on the wall, it was a bulls eye. The remaining marines stacked themselves in front of the hatch and Hawkins stood a bit further down the corridor.

Using his hand Hawkins signaled down from five, as he lowered his last finger the sniper fired. His rifle was standard issue for a Marine Sniper, it was the Confederate Arms SN-886 railgun and launched a 10mm nickel-fiberous slug at 3000 mps, it was more then enough to drill through the wall of the foundry in less than a thousandth of a second, and whatever else stood in its was, including the body of the Sith working the foundry. At the moment of the shot the marines through in a flashbang then breeched the lab.

Hawkins placed his palm against the wall and using purely his own brute strength in the force he shattered a five meter section, plenty large for him to rush through into the Lab, to confront the intruder.

The dark side swirled around the room, invisible to the eye, yet to those who could sense it, it was growing. First like a faint breeze it grew, as the items and metal absorbed the metal like a dry sponge running over water.

Fire streaked in the room as sparks exploded off the metal... Each hit of the hammer, smashed even more of the impurities out of the metal, as the young woman continued to swipe the metal over and over.

She closed her eyes as she could feel the metal being infused. Her senses grew wide, as she hit the metal again... over and over...

The heat from the metal, the deafing roar of the machines, the smell of oil filled the air. She was in a trance, as she forged the metal, with the memories of her death, the pain of being squeezed down the tunnel into the new body.

Then she heard a crash. Parts of metal blew out of the door, as searing heat pierced her skin. Hera looked down as her skin felt like it was on fire. “Did a spark just my chest?” she thought as she looked down.

Instead of seeing a small piece of metal, she looked down in horror to see blood pouring out of her body. Her legs grew weak, as her lungs bubbled from the hemorrhaging lungs. She could feel the warmth of her blood bubbling into her esophagus. The world began to grow black once more...

“Not Again!” she yelled to the heavens.

Then her eyes opened, as she stood in the metallurgy lab. She felt nothing in the force, but her hand was held high, about to hit the metal once more. “Not Again.” she whispered to herself as she called the force to her. She moved extremely quickly, behind the machines, as the shot crossed the room, where she was standing before. Hera held her hands to her ears, as the flashbang erupted in light and sound.

“Not Again.” she said, as the men burst into the room. When they did, they saw... nothing.

The room was clean, the machines were off. The loud noise of the machine shop sounds had gone, as the furnace was off. It was like the room was never in use.

Hera stood up and watched the men move around, the room. She was unseen to their eyes, as she reached down to her lightsaber. “Not Again.”

King Sarinon was heading towards the Issus Temple to meet with his fellow Councilors when he suddenly sensed a great darkness begin to emanate from the place. Growling deeply at the sickening feeling, he spurred his wings onwards, reaching the Temple in double-time. He transformed into his greying blond-haired human form and headed inside with a speed that startled many of the security forces now running around. Sensing the darkness was centered around the Temple's metalshop, he headed there, only to see Master Hawkins and his posse of Marines already there.

"I see there's more to this than a mere attack on the Heir and the young lady." Sarinon growled as he appeared behind the Master, his lightsaber preparing to ignite. Looking inside the breached place, he could see that it was at first...empty. The place definitely appeared empty. Then he, being a dragon, noticed tiny differences since the last time he entered the metalshop. It was too...clean and he knew that the cleaners weren't normally due there for another day. The floor, the tools, even the benches. All too clean.

"I sense an illusion here." Sarinon warned Hawkins. "Prepare yourself. This one is powerful."

Hawkins eyes worked quickly as he scanned the room. There was no one in it, but as he looked to specific details he could tell it had been occupied. The stove was hot, several weights were disturbed but yet they could not see who was using the Lab. It was like whoever was here did not want them to see. Hawkins knew only one person who could cast an illusion powerful enough to fool him, and to keep himself immersed in that illusion against his will, but she was dead.

"Leave the room, Do not allow anyone to enter, until I deal with this illusion. I do not care who it is or what they demand, or what you hear from within here. Assume it is all Sith magic until I exit and verify your challenge with the password. Move now." Hawkins ordered his Marines as they left the Lab, he knew now it was just him and the intruder in the Lab now.

Hawkins paced about the Lab for a bit looking at the nearly perfect illusion, and he smiled his crooked smile. He pulled a cigar out of his robe and chewed off its end and spit it out. He then pressed the tip against the furnace lightning it.

"This is a mistake." Hawkins said to the empty lab, puffing on his stogie.

The dragon burst into the room, as the Marine squad began their search. Slowly and with precision, the men began to search the room. No orders were given to the men to leave, nothing was said, as the dragon walked with his lightsaber out.

The darkness moved, as the dragon noticed out of the corner of his eye, as shadow moved across the wall. Then came the screams. The floor began to run with blood, as the dragon king moved with lightning speed. As he approached, all he could see was decapitated solders. Their bodies quivered as the heads laid next to their bodies. He watched in horror, as the men tried to speak, their eyes blinked. Thirty seconds later, the heads no longer moved.

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Hawkins smirked as he light his cigar. “This is a mistake.” he replied to the nothingness, as his men safely outside guarded the door.

An echo sounded off, as the voice of a soft spoken woman sounded off from the bellows of the lab. “They tried to kill me.” the voice said... ‘They want me dead, and I do not know why.” the voice replied, haunted with sadness and pain.

"They want you dead because I ordered them to take the shot." Hawkins said to the wall, "Hera Agaethon was murdered today. My reaction shouldn't be surprising. There is a lot of Dark Force tainting this room, it was a standard operating procedure."

"You can cover up the dark with light. But no matter how much you do, the stain is permanent, the damage is forever. It will consume you slowly piece by piece, I know. These weapons they simply feed the cancer, where did you learn to make them, what happened that you did not tell the council!" Hawkins raised his voice at this. Nothing in the world came free, everything had a price, every action a consequence.

Missing (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3u2eQYJSOjQ)

As Hawkins spoke, silence filled the room. The only noise that could be heard, was the feint sound of a clock...

Tick, Tick, Tick

As Hawkins stood smoking his cigar, he could hear the sound of the burning tobacco. There was nothing...

“Not, them... my mother.” the voice replied.

As the words spoke, an image began to form in the room before Hawkins. First it looked light slightly moving, then the silhouette formed... then came the details, eyes, nose, body...

As he watched Hera came into plain sight. She had no weapon in her hand, and wore her Jedi robes. As he looked at her, her eyes filled with water. A small tear formed and rolled down her cheek. “I died...” she said, her voice quivering in pain. “I died today, they killed me. I could not protect her.” she replied.

"It is good to see you Hera I was not sure that you could come back, I had hoped never to have to test that notion." Hawkins told his former apprentice.

"I have so many questions, but we do not have the luxury of time do we?" As Hawkins heard the methodical ticking. Hera like her teacher preferred to be subtle."Tell me what I need to know."

"Your mother wanted you dead? Who is they? Who could you not protect?"

As he asked, the young girl moved closer to her master. Slowly she moved, and she made no hostile gestures at all. Slowly she walked up to him and laid her head on his chest, as she wrapped her arms around him.

“My mother, and the cylons.” she said, her voice nearly in tears. “They killed me.” she responded. “I died by their machines that they sent to kill me.” she said as her body began to shake. “I remember it all, the bullets striking my skin, the blood pouring out, my sister covered in my blood. Athena, I could not protect Athena.” she replied as the tears began to flow onto Hawkins robes.

She paused for a moment, as Hera slowly let the pain out in her tears. Her body shook as she gasped for air. “I remember my body growing cold, and the cries of the baby.” she said. “I got distracted, and I failed her. Now she is dark, black as night.” Hera continued as she held Master Hawkins tighter. “I failed her.”

“It is a fantastic system, and once you get the hang of it, I am sure you will find it adequate to your needs.” Doral told the new model.

Gracie shrugged, and said, "I guess so. I meant the cloning chambers, I slipped into Dornalian English for a moment." Sticking her hand into the panel, she felt herself connecting with the systems.....

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Issus
Jedi Council Chambers.
Present Day

Kara turned to Travin as he spoke. "Well you know how those damn toasters and frakking blenders are, nothing but pains in the ass." she said as she looked at Vicky with a scarcastic smirk on her face.

She then turned to Katrina, “Please understand, we must protect the people on that list at all costs.” Kara said, “The fate of millions depends on it.” Kara said reinforcing the speech of Travin.

As Kara finished speaking, she could feel a cold shiver come over her. Her body shook for a moment, as she closed her eyes. The feeling was feint, and distant, but familiar. It was the darkside. Kara reveled in it for a moment, as she thought to herself, “Ahh... good girl.”

Vicky got up and smirking, replied, "Well, duh. We gotta show those goddamn lovedolls that we, not they, wear the pants. You know, pimp slap their know-nothing asses into oblivion." Turning to Katrina, she said, "And frankly, your Highness, my comrades and I cannot, repeat, cannot emphasize enough that fact. Hell, that's why I brought Dr. Jones here. And the name is Lieutenant Victoria Liang, 1st Division, People's Navy Marine Commandos."

She then frowning rebutted Travin with, "And frankly, I'd rather you not refer to that homicidal lovedoll-cum-Palpatine-Hitler as my sister. She's the crazy aunt who nobody calls, more than anything."

Vicky then added, with her eyebrows raised, "And shouldn't you be heading to a speaking engagement in the Galactic Defense Initiative right now?" (OOC: Figured I'd throw that in, to speed that matter up)

It was at that point wierd events started occuring, and Vicky noticed Kara mumble. Muttering, "You okay?" Vicky moved to pull out her Lascannon, in case things went sour.

Just then, all the preceding events occurred with the force of destiny, and when an explosion happened, Vicky snapped in the powerplug to the monstrous gun, strapped the strap onto her shoulder, and said as the gun hummed to life, "Shit. We've got company."

Dr. Jones, never really clued into Force rituals all too well, merely replied in a gently inquisitive voice, "Could someone explain to me what just happened?"

"We fight until we die and drop Hera, as you and I have. It is not a failure to fall as long as we do so that other do not die for us. You didn't fail girlie. Athena is alive, well and safe. I have seen to that. It wasn't your fault you had every reason to believe that you would be safe entering your own apartment. We strive to be vigilant always, but we are only human. If you excuse my expression." Hawkins told her.

"Why do the Cylons want you dead. You are a hybrid, you are their kin, what has happened for them to order your death? For a mother to want her children murdered. It doesn't seem right even for a Cylon's plan of action."

The dragon burst into the room, as the Marine squad began their search. Slowly and with precision, the men began to search the room. No orders were given to the men to leave, nothing was said, as the dragon walked with his lightsaber out.

The darkness moved, as the dragon noticed out of the corner of his eye, as shadow moved across the wall. Then came the screams. The floor began to run with blood, as the dragon king moved with lightning speed. As he approached, all he could see was decapitated solders. Their bodies quivered as the heads laid next to their bodies. He watched in horror, as the men tried to speak, their eyes blinked. Thirty seconds later, the heads no longer moved.
The King of Dragons saw the Marines die before his eyes, the blood run without end. It would have horrified a Jedi for sure, but the thousand year old plus King was a Dragon. A carnivore who relishes the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood as the prey was run down and killed. Even sentient, it still fired his blood like nobody's business.

Without batting an eyelash at the carnage, he chuckled. "Nice try, little Sithy! Your pitiful illusions are no match for the Dragon King! Come out from your hidey-hole and face King Sarinon!"

If the Sith didn't answer, the King would begin his assault with a massive wave of light and TK energy to simultaneously blind and disorient the enemy...

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Travis was a bit confused by all this time travelling stuff. "Wait, what the hell do you mean that you guys came from the future? You sound like something from a popcorn holoflick and I don't like it!"

Of course, at that point, a peeved Katrina conked him on the head with a fist. "We'll be asking the question, if you don't mind!"

"Mooom!" Travis whined, rubbing his bump.

"Quite." Master Elendil agreed with his colleague. "Now, as the Genin asked, can you clarify your statements? It is quite surprising and disconcerting to hear that 'time travellers' arrived just in time to stop this assault on the Temple. How do we know we can trust you?"

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"Emily, I apologize for my words earlier, my emotions were running high, what happened here has effected my soul deeply and it will take many hours of meditation before I can resolve my failure to myself. I will trust you to keep Athena safe, I will make arrangements to secure her transport off Planet with you as her guardian. I wish I could go with you and her, but I will arrange an appropriate escort to get you both settled." Hawkins picked up his dropped robe from before he did battle with the assassin and wrapped it over him, covering up the bloodstains on his armor and arms. "Hera would want you to keep her sister safe, just trust that I know the best place to ensure that. I have another mission, I must find her killer and bring them to justice."
"Please. If you can arrange transportation as quickly as possible, I will be grateful." Emily had said.

Some time later...

Emily Rydo didn't leave much when she decided to take Athena to safety. She left a message to the rest of the Council that she will go to an undisclosed location and that Master Hawkins will be chosen to vote on her behalf until she is able to set up a portable holonet connection. After that, she signed out a portable holonet tranciever from the stockroom and began heading for the ship that Hawkins had arranged for her...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2KKCvDDL8-U

The dam began to crack, as the lake of fire and despair that had long since filled in Hera’s soul began to spill. The fire fell out of her, not in illusions or torments, but as tears. The crack began to grow wider, as the pain and despair flowed freely from her body from her soul.

Unlike before, where the hate and pain had been carefully measured, like a liquid to be put in a metal or a mixture, instead it flowed, from her eyes, as her tears poured out like rivers. Hera said nothing, as her body shook next to Master Hawkins. As he spoke his questions went unanswered, instead the memories of her death and the pain of her failure left her body.

King Sarinon walked around the shop alone, as the evil sith laid hidden. His steps felt somewhat sticky as he walked next to the body of Master Hawkins and his marines trampling in their blood. The room smelled of blood and death, as the dragon hunted his prey. Until...

As he watched, the room began to flicker in and out, like a broken holo projector. Hawkins would notice the same thing. The room began to fill with the sounds of machines running, and the smell of melted metals.

Sarinon would look around to see the bodies of Hawkins and the marines vanish. The clean machines becoming dirty once more. Then he turned around, to see Hawkins embracing someone in a jedi robe.

The person in the robe was obfuscated, her face hidden by the robe. Over the loud machines, he could hear the faint sound, of crying.

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Jedi Council Chambers...

The Heir and his mother were confused, and Athena knew that was to be expected. She waited for a moment, before coming closer to Travis. “Kara” slowly walked over to one of the Jedi Master’s chairs and sat down in it.

“Oh Very comfortable.” she replied to Travis’ question. She placed her arms on the arm rest and pulled up slightly on it. “Quite good quality, tell me where did you get this, I would really want one for my own house.” Athena replied as she watched Katrina shoot her a glare.

Athena ran her finger, down the side of the arm rest, as she turned and looked towards the Elf. “You have to trust us, because really you do not have a choice. Yes this may be like a bad Colonial... she paused for a moment, I mean thirteenth colony eighties film...but that does not change the fact it is real.” Kara replied.

“Facts are you are in danger.” Kara said, being the only one in the room still without her charge. “Facts are an advanced robot did attack you, and if it was not for Travin you would all be dead. If we wanted to harm you or kill you, then you would already be dead.” Kara told the Empress and her son with a tone of voice that sounded like she was talking about something not important like the weather.

“Now you can listen to us and live, or continue to waste time and question us and let the toasters kill you. Your choice.” Kara simply stated.

As Kara finished her rant, she Vicky turned and pulled her side arm. “Frak.” Kara thought to herself as she got up. “If we are under attack then fine lets deal with it. Travin stay here with the Empress. Vicky lets go investigate.” Kara said urgently as she unstrapped her buck knife from it’s holster and began to talk towards the exit. As she walked towards the exit quickly, all Kara could think about was “Vicky had better not alarm them to Hera.”

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Cylon Baseship

Doran smiled for a moment. “Of those, yes they are in integral part of the resurrection process. The resurrection pods on the baseship, although far fewer than that of the resurrection ship, are in fact a key and essential part of our ability to wage war, and to survive. Unlike humans we download into a new body upon “death” and can just download our consciousness into a new body.” Doran replied.

Please place your hand on the console and you can see what I am referring to.

Gracie put her hand in the warm water of the console, as the light turned from green to red. Space and time folded for Gracie as her mind became one with the ship. She could see first hand all of space within the sensors. She could feel the minds of the centurions and the raiders. She could feel the missiles of the base star, like they were her own fingers, she became the base ship.

"At least we know who the threat is. They may have won this first hand but we will strike back. They have made an enemy of me, you know what happens to my enemies more than anyone else." Hawkins said letting go of their embrace as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Hold your head up. You are a Jedi, our road is not an easy one it is filled with pain and loss but do not think you ever are walking that road alone. Now you have some business to attend to, complete your mission whatever it is and know that I will always be here you need but call me."

Hawkins released her finally and turned to the dragon's king such as he was.

"Dragon King, If you use that attack against this Jedi then you will become my enemy. I suggest you stand down. There is no threat here, there never was, comprende ?" Hawkins said as he regarded the Dragon that had managed to follow him to this point and also into the illusion. They were allies but they were not friends and Hawkins tried to hide the fact that he wished the damn beast never showed up or interfered.

"At least we know who the threat is. They may have won this first hand but we will strike back. They have made an enemy of me, you know what happens to my enemies more than anyone else." Hawkins said letting go of their embrace as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Hold your head up. You are a Jedi, our road is not an easy one it is filled with pain and loss but do not think you ever are walking that road alone. Now you have some business to attend to, complete your mission whatever it is and know that I will always be here you need but call me."

Hawkins released her finally and turned to the dragon's king such as he was.

"Dragon King, If you use that attack against this Jedi then you will become my enemy. I suggest you stand down. There is no threat here, there never was, comprende ?" Hawkins said as he regarded the Dragon that had managed to follow him to this point and also into the illusion. They were allies but they were not friends and Hawkins tried to hide the fact that he wished the damn beast never showed up or interfered.
The Dragon King noticed the illusion fading and to his surprise, it was Hera, crying in the Jedi Master's arms! He was surprised enough to release the draconic energies he was building up and took a step back. "What the...? Hera? This is quite a surprise! How did you survive the attack?"

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Jedi Council Chambers...

The Heir and his mother were confused, and Athena knew that was to be expected. She waited for a moment, before coming closer to Travis. “Kara” slowly walked over to one of the Jedi Master’s chairs and sat down in it.

“Oh Very comfortable.” she replied to Travis’ question. She placed her arms on the arm rest and pulled up slightly on it. “Quite good quality, tell me where did you get this, I would really want one for my own house.” Athena replied as she watched Katrina shoot her a glare.

Athena ran her finger, down the side of the arm rest, as she turned and looked towards the Elf. “You have to trust us, because really you do not have a choice. Yes this may be like a bad Colonial... she paused for a moment, I mean thirteenth colony eighties film...but that does not change the fact it is real.” Kara replied.

“Facts are you are in danger.” Kara said, being the only one in the room still without her charge. “Facts are an advanced robot did attack you, and if it was not for Travin you would all be dead. If we wanted to harm you or kill you, then you would already be dead.” Kara told the Empress and her son with a tone of voice that sounded like she was talking about something not important like the weather.

“Now you can listen to us and live, or continue to waste time and question us and let the toasters kill you. Your choice.” Kara simply stated.

As Kara finished her rant, she Vicky turned and pulled her side arm. “Frak.” Kara thought to herself as she got up. “If we are under attack then fine lets deal with it. Travin stay here with the Empress. Vicky lets go investigate.” Kara said urgently as she unstrapped her buck knife from it’s holster and began to talk towards the exit. As she walked towards the exit quickly, all Kara could think about was “Vicky had better not alarm them to Hera.”
Katrina scowled at the lack of respect from Kara, but she let it go in light of the attacks. "I suppose we do have no choice but to trust you...for the moment. But be clear that if any of you do betray us, the usual punishment of death, dismemberment and/or general mayhem will apply."

Master Elendil wished he could roll his eyes, but elven sterness refused to allow him the luxury. "Indeed. Now, we'll have to think of a way to keep the youngsters safe, I believe."

Of course, it's not like they didn't sense the latest shaking in the Temple, but they also sensed that Master Hawkins and the Dragon king were on the ball, so unless the two sitting Masters were needed, they'll continue with the speaking.

Of course, little did they all know that there was still danger afoot...

"Listen puff," Hawkins growled, "Hera Agaethon died today, this is Knight-Errant Tam of the Farstars planet Athenry. I saw Knight Agaethon gunned down this morning half her neck torn away from the bullet, I listened to her choke on her own blood until there was only silence. I then tore the leg off of the cyborg that killed before he escaped. If those people who ordered Knight Agaethon's death were to find out that there is a possibility of her survival they would stop at nothing to strike again, and this time perhaps they would send more than one assassin droid."

"Do you understand me correctly, Hera Agaethon is dead. Everyone must believe this even the others on the Council, because it is quite true. Isn't that right Knight-Errant Tam?"

Vicky looked at Kara and said simply, "What? I may not be Force sensitive like Paulie, but I'll be damned if something's going on and I'm not armed." She then tapped the weapon and said, "Besides. This is a Mark II Lascannon. Not like the Mark IV, with its manportable pimp slappage, but still good." She then hefted it and said, "Rather weighty though."

Dr. Jones meanwhile, just couldn't believe it. HE then asked, "Wait. So you have to protect me?" Vicky then said, "Trust me on this, Doc. These monsters know you developed Gracie. They know you are the only one who knows her inner workings, who can make her harder, better, faster, stronger."

Jones pointed out, "But Gracie herself, as of now, is naught but an AI, capable of gogolturings of communication time and with an equivalent IQ of 134. She's smart, has all the surliness of a teenager and commands powerful vessels--but I don't see how that inherently makes me a target!"

Vicky then turned around, and said, somewhat pointedly, "I won't give away too much for now. But let me say that your little daughter is going to grow into a fine woman someday. And that fine woman is going to make the people who are presently trying to turn you and the others they want dead into smoking piles of ash hurt--a lot. And you help her on her journey to becoming said woman. That's the basics. Ergo, you are on their Enemies List."

Confused, Jones shrugged in disbelief and merely said, "Okay....." before Vicky turned around and said, "Now I wonder when the Dornalians and the Initiative will call Katrina about that speaking engagement...."

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Cylon Baseship

Doran smiled for a moment. “Of those, yes they are in integral part of the resurrection process. The resurrection pods on the baseship, although far fewer than that of the resurrection ship, are in fact a key and essential part of our ability to wage war, and to survive. Unlike humans we download into a new body upon “death” and can just download our consciousness into a new body.” Doran replied.

Please place your hand on the console and you can see what I am referring to.

Gracie put her hand in the warm water of the console, as the light turned from green to red. Space and time folded for Gracie as her mind became one with the ship. She could see first hand all of space within the sensors. She could feel the minds of the centurions and the raiders. She could feel the missiles of the base star, like they were her own fingers, she became the base ship.


This Gracie could get used to. She was used to being in command of ships, weapons, tanks....the massive inflows of data were normal. But to become one with it was something new. It was almost organic. On the old Maos, her sisters would have felt free on the ships, but not interconnected with this level of symbiosis with them. Flitting from view to view, she began to think of music to accompany it. Something like the "The Thieving Magpie." Doral probably would begin hearing music soon, as Gracie inadvertedly willed the ship to play the tune.

She then thought, what if I tried communing with other vessels? It wasn't so much communicating, after all, it was a sort of oneness that made communication seem redundant and.....unable to express adequately the level of interaction with the Cylon network. She then tried to do this.

What she got was absolutely repugnant.

It started out normally. Grace was looking about, and she found some datafiles in the science banks corresponding to experiments. Eager to learn about her new hosts, she opened them up.

What she got was Cylons experimenting on humans. The sight took her back, for these weren't the peaceful sort of test tube jobs. These were live dissection jobs, akin to torture. She watched men and women being used as genetic material, mutilated every which way, some live, some dead, all in rather coldly efficent and brutal ways.

Some part of her liked that. Humans kept her down long enough. They took her apart just as the Cylons did to people, it only made perfect sense to show them what they, the machines, went through. In some ways, this was Revolutionary Justice, played out for the benefit of God's Crusade in the name of the oppressed.

Another part of her, though, felt differently. It recalled a 20th Century outfit she read about named Unit 731. With its casual, dehumanized experimentation on "marutas," live humans who were mere toys for mad scientists to play with in cruel experiements of all sorts, it was truly reprehensible.

That especially rang true here, as the remorseless forces reducing the men and women in the Cylons' good graces seemed to her to be like those "marutas." After all, anybody could be treated as a log. Just don't value their existence. Lord knew the Cylons did that. They saw humans as reprobrate. Perfectly fine to do whatever you wanted to reprobrates, they didn't have feelings. And yet the horror and revulsion and pity Gracie felt gave the lie to the Cylon logic. She saw the screams, the blood, and the relentless terror of it all. These were living beings, with dignity, with potential, used as mere logs!

She closed the video, and took her hand out of the water. She then glared at Doral and said, "Take me to the nearest ship. I want to go home. Now."

"Listen puff," Hawkins growled, "Hera Agaethon died today, this is Knight-Errant Tam of the Farstars planet Athenry. I saw Knight Agaethon gunned down this morning half her neck torn away from the bullet, I listened to her choke on her own blood until there was only silence. I then tore the leg off of the cyborg that killed before he escaped. If those people who ordered Knight Agaethon's death were to find out that there is a possibility of her survival they would stop at nothing to strike again, and this time perhaps they would send more than one assassin droid."

"Do you understand me correctly, Hera Agaethon is dead. Everyone must believe this even the others on the Council, because it is quite true. Isn't that right Knight-Errant Tam?"
Sarinon scowled at being called Puff, then listened to what is essentially Hawkins' plan, realizing quickly that Hera had indeed showed her half-Cylon side by resurrecting. He wondered if it could prove useful in the future, but put that mindset aside for the moment. He understood the need for secrecy, especially in light of the recent attacks, but that didn't mean he had to like it, especially if it meant the rest of the Council would have to be kept in the dark about it. "Well, Knight-Errant Tam, it's a pleasure to see you here. I hope your presence will prove helpful to fight off these terrible attacks."

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In the forests of Issus, a dark presence awaits the moment when its mission would unfold. Soon, the beast thought as it licked its chops. Soon, it would attack.

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The Future

"Director, Emperor Masaki, we've detected another Level Eight Incursion! I can't pinpoint it, but it's on Issus just after the attacks!"

"Damn! Director, do we have anyone available to assist the others that have already gone to the past?" Travis asked. "And don't tell me about casuality or any of that stuff, Imperius started it first!"

"I believe so. Do you know Agents Paper and Chibi?" Director Ramsey asked.

"Hmm...yes. The enemy aren't going to expect them. And Chibi will be useful in keeping an eye out for my younger self." Travis mused. "All right, bring them in. I will brief them myself."

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As it was, Agent Paper (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yomiko_Readman) had to be pried from her Fortess of Books with a crowbar and literally carried to the TDA, moaning all the way about her loss of reading material. Agent Paper, as her name suggested, had the ability to manipulate paper material into anything she wished, from paper airplanes to a sword made of paper with the ability to momentarily stand up to a lightsaber. Talk about giving paper cuts to the enemy!

Agent Chibi (http://emoredtora.deviantart.com/art/Night-57892754) was small. Really small. Small enough to fit in young Travis' pockets. He is a Korropokkuro, a Realian that has been modified for stealth rather than power or size. With a tufted prehensile tail, he certainly is cute and a lot of women like to collect Korropokkuro. Even so, he may be small, but he has a lot of guts. Talk about size mattering not!

Anyway, so the two now stands before the Emperor on a mission of utmost importance. Well, Agent Chibi was standing on a table.

"It is of utmost importance that you two ensure the survival of my teenage self, for it not only affects our war against Imperius and her Cylon allies, but quite possibly the fate of the Galaxy as a whole." Travis Masaki said dramatically. "Do you understand?"

"Hai!" The agents belted out.

"All right. Good luck, and may the Force be with you!" Tenchi waved them to a clear area of the TDA, then began building up his powers through a huge number of handseals. Wind began to flow around the twosome as the Emperor completed the jutsu, landing on the Tiger seal. "Time Style: Reverse Time Flow Technique!"

Something like electrons burst to life and swirled around the Agents, then formed into bubbles that literally tore them out of the timestream and sent them back 2000 years into the past.

Travis wiped his forehead as sweat began to form, feeling the pinch of his reserves being depleted from the powerful technique. He turned to the TDA agents manning the consoles. "Well?"

"They're in place. Let's hope they succeed." One of the Realians nodded.

"Indeed. Force help them all." Travis sighed.

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Issus

"Aaaah! Ooof!" The two agents fell out of the bubble onto a forest floor.

"Man, that was intense..." Agent Chibi moaned, rubbing his head. He looked around, and suddenly yelped as a beetle that appeared the size of a car sauntered past him on other business. "Dammit! Sometimes I wonder about being so small! And how the heck am I going to get to wherever we need to go!"

"Hehe! Don't worry, you can ride in my purse!" Agent Paper giggled, picking up the tiny agent and placed him in her purse. "Now..let's see...where is the temple..."

She adjusted her glasses and began walking towards a random direction, hoping it was right...

Katrina scowled at the lack of respect from Kara, but she let it go in light of the attacks. "I suppose we do have no choice but to trust you...for the moment. But be clear that if any of you do betray us, the usual punishment of death, dismemberment and/or general mayhem will apply."

Travin snorted, "is that how you Jedi always treat your saviors? With suspicion and threats? I get similar responses from Travis when I offer to upgrade his ships."


Master Elendil wished he could roll his eyes, but elven sterness refused to allow him the luxury. "Indeed. Now, we'll have to think of a way to keep the youngsters safe, I believe."

Of course, it's not like they didn't sense the latest shaking in the Temple, but they also sensed that Master Hawkins and the Dragon king were on the ball, so unless the two sitting Masters were needed, they'll continue with the speaking.

Of course, little did they all know that there was still danger afoot...

Tavin thought to himself for a few moments, "there may be a way we can protect ourselves from these droids. Vicky can fill you in with the techno babble on how to construct it when those two are finished investigating the area. One is a weapon the Alliance is trying to construct. It's a shrinking device which allows us to turn the largest of ships and stations into something no smaller than a christmas tree ornament. We've been working on modifying the weapon to be troop scale, but we haven't come up with a viable energy source. It's plausible to construct it here in the present. The other weapon is creating an anti-time field and temporal shields around several key locations, this building for one."

Hawkins stiffened to attention and brought his fist to his chest in a republican salute to Knight Tam,

“I’ll leave you to your mission Knight-Errant Tam. May the Force be with you.” And with that he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and moved quickly from the lab through the whole in the wall he had made. As he rejoined his marine squad they moved up a nearby stair well and headed to the roof of the building where their gunship was waiting on them.

As the gunship lifted off the roof and begain to move Hawkins pulled up on his optical display the latest reports coming out of the Cordian investigations of the assassination attempt on Travis Masaki. It seemed that this droid was different then the one that he had faced, it was not simply a synthetic skin over an endoskeleton but rather appeared to be made out of some liquid metal was well. It would be a bitch to destroy but his Marines were ready for any mission. It seemed that the droid was last seen heading towards the woods, and so that is where they would begin their search.

As the gunship flew over the city Hawkins prepared and sent a message to the Issus Council.

“There is reason to believe that the assassin droid which made its attempt on Travis Masaki’s life has fled into the woods. I am moving to its last known location in order to sweep the woods to discover where it is hiding. I will then attempt to capture it for questioning. Master Hawkins, out.” With his report to the council completed Hawkins now spoke to the nine Marines who were busy checking their weapons and power armor.

“Listen up. One of the assassins that attacked today has fled into the woods, it is our mission to go in there and find him. It is not human, or alien, it is some kind of machine, a killer droid. Treat it like a heavily armored enemy. Shoot on sight, shoot to kill. Ooorah!” Hawkins shouted the last, the marine battle cry and the nine marines responded loudly back, “This will be a movement to contact. I want alpha team to take point, bravo and Charlie will form the main body with myself. Alpha will establish contact and pin that bastard down as the rest of us maneuver on it and finish the job.”

“General Hawkins we have reached the drop zone.” The pilot from the cockpit called over the intercom.

As the two side doors opened Hawkins moved up to one, “Let’s move out, Semper Fi! He screamed as he jumped from the gunship that was still 10 meters above the ground. The marines in power armor were not far behind him

***More to follow just to tired right now, will posts again tomorrow night. Basically just going to the woods to hunt that thing and perhaps a monster.

"Listen puff," Hawkins growled, "Hera Agaethon died today, this is Knight-Errant Tam of the Farstars planet Athenry. I saw Knight Agaethon gunned down this morning half her neck torn away from the bullet, I listened to her choke on her own blood until there was only silence. I then tore the leg off of the cyborg that killed before he escaped. If those people who ordered Knight Agaethon's death were to find out that there is a possibility of her survival they would stop at nothing to strike again, and this time perhaps they would send more than one assassin droid."

"Do you understand me correctly, Hera Agaethon is dead. Everyone must believe this even the others on the Council, because it is quite true. Isn't that right Knight-Errant Tam?"

Hera kept her head down, as the hood she wore covered her face. Although the dragon did not see her face, somehow he seemed to know who she was. Maybe it was her scent, or her body language, but no matter what it was, it was obvious “puff.” knew.

Hera backed away from Hawkins and looked up to the dragon with her eyes. Like a ghost she slowly walked over to Sarinon. She cast her gaze at him, her haunted face looking at his, her pale skin as white as the moon, as her lips spoke softly, “Hera died today.”

She then turned her head away from him, “She was shot in the neck, snapping her spine. A second bullet penetrated her torso, rupturing her heart, and caused her lungs to hemorrhage. She could feel the burning pain, as her body gave way. The last thing Hera saw was her sister covered in her blood.” Hera stated, as she turned away from the dragon.

Sarinon scowled at being called Puff, then listened to what is essentially Hawkins' plan, realizing quickly that Hera had indeed showed her half-Cylon side by resurrecting. He wondered if it could prove useful in the future, but put that mindset aside for the moment. He understood the need for secrecy, especially in light of the recent attacks, but that didn't mean he had to like it, especially if it meant the rest of the Council would have to be kept in the dark about it. "Well, Knight-Errant Tam, it's a pleasure to see you here. I hope your presence will prove helpful to fight off these terrible attacks."

Hera said nothing back, as she walked back over to the machines. The only response the dragon would hear, as Hera began to assemble the parts for the various toys she was making was another soft spoken, “Hera is dead.”

Hawkins stiffened to attention and brought his fist to his chest in a republican salute to Knight Tam,

“I’ll leave you to your mission Knight-Errant Tam. May the Force be with you.” And with that he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and moved quickly from the lab through the whole in the wall he had made.

As Hawkins left Hera said nothing. Nothing needed to be said that was not already. She just had to complete the list. The list was what was important to her. It would give her the ability to survive, and to protect her baby sister. It was all she could think about, as what little left anger she had she began to pour back into the objects as she pounded away on the Jian.

Jedi Council Chambers

Athena looked around at Travin, and at Vicky and nearly wanted to face palm herself. An explosion was rocking the outside building, Vicky had called out the alarm by saying incoming, and all they were doing was sitting for tea and chatting about how ungrateful the Jedi are, and about shrink rays and temporal shielding.

Athena glared at Travin, “Of course they act this way, it is in the Coredian’s nature to treat their friends in such a way, or anyone who will help them.” she replied. “They mistrust everyone, despite how much they are aided. Now if no one minds, I am going to go find out exactly what the hell that explosion was.” Athena retorted, as she walked out of the council room, and down the hallway, trying to find what exactly the explosion was, and more importantly, if Hera was still ok.

Vicky tapped her lascannon, and said to Athena with the ever present Dornalian Smile, "About fuckin' time. I'm coming with. Anything goes down there, I wanna let them know who's the boss." Turning to Travin, she said, "Trav, I'll have to get back to you on that technobabble. I'd get Paul to do that, but he's out killing Cylons and doing kung fu grip back in Luxembourgia." She then slung her Sack O' Guns on her shoulder and followed Athena out....

The canopy of the woods obstructed the landing zone, however tree limbs were shattered by the 2 ton power armor suits of the Republican marines as they fell from the Gunship. The servos of the Hauberk Powered Armor combat suit knee joints whined as they absorbed the impact of the landing, as the nine marines landed in a 360 degree perimeter in the woods.

“Ace Report!” The almost mechanical voice of Staff Sergeant. With practiced cadence the marines begain to report in, one after the other.

“Wolf Seven, Green, 3,3.” Lance Corporal Michael Jansen reported, Green indicated not injured and 3,3, reported the number of magazines and grenades he had available. His head moved like it was on a swivel scanning his sector, he was able to switch between thermal, infrared, and magnetic scans within mere moments trying to pick up an anomalous contact that was not indigenous organic life. “Sector clear.”

Through his rear scanner Janson watched the Jedi Master, General Hawkins rise from his knee, somehow he had managed to land after the free fall without being injured. It was a feet that he doubted even a skilled Jedi could accomplish without the assistance of a couple tons of armor. Then again rumors about General Hawkins were quite widespreed in the Republic, it was said that before he was a Jedi the General was a Cobra, and any marine knee not to ask what a Cobra was.

“Three-One, the tango is an assassination droid. Consider it heavily armed and armored, authorization of heavy armaments is granted. Wedge formation approach march. Alpha fire-team assume point. Bravo and Charlie on me. Move out.” With that the General had issued many orders in less than twenty seconds. Jansen went about carrying them out as he armed the large tri-barrel which his left arm carried. It was normally a squad heavy weapon for soldiers without the advantage of power armor, but with the enhanced strength provided by the bundles of myomer under his armor it allowed him to handle and move quite heavy masses as well as making his limb a stable firing platform. With a three second burst he could through 1500 projectiles down range, each projectile was a 20mm depleted uranium sabot dart moving at hypersonic velocity. If needed he could switch to high explosive rounds within four seconds. There was a saying in the Republic and the Farstars the best place to be when a tri-barrel was fired is behind it. After seeing the destruction his weapon could produce, Jansen was a firm believer in that axiom.

“Team on me” Jansen ordered his two team mates as he begain to move out. His team would be one hundred meters in front the main body with General Hawkins. They were to make initial contact with the enemy and develop the situation so that the General could respond in the most effective way.

On his heads-up display Jansen saw the computer report that Private Casey had just cycled his plasma rife, and Private Dentla had just armed her 40mm grenade launcher as she selected fuel-air explosives. Jansen had not seen this model of droid before but if they found it, it would be in a world of hurt. And he did wish it much harm, after all they had already lost one of their own today, Knight Agaethon was a good soldier and a friend to many of the enlisted men, she even showed them a new gambling game, though he wasn’t so sure still that she hadn’t just made up the rules and took them for all their credits anyway. Yeah some good old vengeance would taste nice right now.

Travin snorted, "is that how you Jedi always treat your saviors? With suspicion and threats? I get similar responses from Travis when I offer to upgrade his ships."
Katrina felt odd, like she had a spot of remorse. Well, even an Empress can take steps back. "I must apologize. Of late, Coredia is slow to trust others. It does remain to be seen whether we can trust."

"Huh? Are you talking about my future self? What's he like?" Travis asked excitedly.

Tavin thought to himself for a few moments, "there may be a way we can protect ourselves from these droids. Vicky can fill you in with the techno babble on how to construct it when those two are finished investigating the area. One is a weapon the Alliance is trying to construct. It's a shrinking device which allows us to turn the largest of ships and stations into something no smaller than a christmas tree ornament. We've been working on modifying the weapon to be troop scale, but we haven't come up with a viable energy source. It's plausible to construct it here in the present. The other weapon is creating an anti-time field and temporal shields around several key locations, this building for one."
"Interesting. I believe Vector Industries would be most interested in getting their hands on such devices." Master Elendil allowed a thin smile on his face. "For the time being, I will allow you to install these anti-time field devices."

Jedi Council Chambers

Athena looked around at Travin, and at Vicky and nearly wanted to face palm herself. An explosion was rocking the outside building, Vicky had called out the alarm by saying incoming, and all they were doing was sitting for tea and chatting about how ungrateful the Jedi are, and about shrink rays and temporal shielding.

Athena glared at Travin, “Of course they act this way, it is in the Coredian’s nature to treat their friends in such a way, or anyone who will help them.” she replied. “They mistrust everyone, despite how much they are aided. Now if no one minds, I am going to go find out exactly what the hell that explosion was.” Athena retorted, as she walked out of the council room, and down the hallway, trying to find what exactly the explosion was, and more importantly, if Hera was still ok.
Unfortunately, the Empress' sense of humility didn't last long. "I did say I'm sorry! And you're not leaving without me!"

Katrina sped out after Athena, now ready to find out what's up with that explosion.

Travis and Master Elendil just sighed. Elendil spoke to the boy. "Go to the evacuation site, young Travis. We'll deal with this."

"Yes, Master." Travis bowed and sped off as Master Elendil walked quickly after Empress Masaki.

Hera said nothing back, as she walked back over to the machines. The only response the dragon would hear, as Hera began to assemble the parts for the various toys she was making was another soft spoken, “Hera is dead.”
The Dragon noticed she went back to assembling whatever she was making. So, that was what I felt. Sith Alchemy in this location...perhaps I could persuade Master Curtis to teach 'Knight Tam' the Light Side version, so as to not generate any more taint here.

"I see. I will leave you to your duties, then, Knight Tam." The Dragon King said, then left the workshop to the sound of incoming ANBU. "ANBU! This workshop is closed until further notice! Ensure that no one else enters, for there is a Knight Alchemist working in there and she is not to be disturbed!"

"Yes, Majesty!" The ANBU chorused and began taking positions around the workshop. Theirs was not to question, but to do...

Ah, there was the perfect explanation for the explosion: Alchemist working on special projects. Could have chosen a better place, but certainly a useful excuse. Still, the King didn't like this deception surrounding Hera Agathon. He may be a Dragon, but he'd rather be honest about this.

OOC: Was AFK CW, if you want to enter your demon this is the time.

Corporal Jansen raised his left hand with his palm straight up. It was the signal to freeze. His two teammates froze where they were as they watched Jansen continue to look and listen for whatever threat he may have detected. After three seconds he curled his hand into a fist. That was the sign for a security halt and each of them begain to cover the sectors to either flank, as they heard Jansen’s voice over the Squad com lines.

“Wolf Actual, Wolf Seven.” Jansen reported to General Hawkins, “I am picking up several unknown anomalies on scan. “Recommend Bushwhacker, over.”

“Roger that Seven, Bushwhacker Authorized. Wolf Actual, out.” The General confirmed. It was a standard doctrine for Republican Marines that when facing a suspicion area with an unknown enemy, that the best method was to flush it out before you walked into its trap.

Jansen’s tri-barrel activated as he cut a swath through the woods in front of his position with the hypersonic darts of his weapon, after a five second burst over five thousand rounds were sent down rage cutting massive trees down and obliterating foliage. If there was a threat in front of them, it was either now dead, or pissed off enough to blow its cover and concealment, either way the tactic worked.

The Cylon Base Ship: Present Day

The Mind of Gracie filled with the images of the first cylon war. The screams of people crying out to the gods, as the robotic machines slowly with scalpel cut open the naked flesh of their prisoners. While their hearts beat, they cracked open their chests to witness and observe how their internal organs functioned. While they were awake and without any pain medication, their arms were sliced open, to see the workings of their nerves, the way their muscles tensed.

Gracie’s hand continued to filter in the information she had accessed, as the same first cylon war era centurions continued their pursuit, as human organs were extracted from living subjects and placed in jars to be studied and preserved. She could see the horror and pain in their eyes, as slowly the life in their eyes faded, into the gray haze of death. Even in death they were still very useful as the robots continued to slice open and take the human bodies apart piece by piece. No detail of the body was ever overlooked. As Gracie witnessed the horror, she then would have to come to the realization that was all too natural. Her body exists because of this. She is now flesh and blood because of what the Cylons did to these people. Her life came from these acts of malice.

Then a second file opened up before Gracie, a file even more horrific than the first. The time index was during the second cylon war, the time just before Coredia made first contact with the Twelve Colonies of Kobol. Gracie watched, as women and men laid sedated on tables, women with their legs spread open, and with tubes inserted into their bodies. Countless rows of people laid on the slabs, and men as these tubes began to extract sperm and egg cells from their human hosts. The procedure was an utter failure, as the farm had yet to produce the outcome of a human/cylon hybrid. Gracie could feel the pain of the people, as their bodies were placed as incubators, for the next step in cylon evolution.

When the project was a failure, and they realized that love was needed for the cylons to reproduce, from the only known successful hybrid during the second cylon war, born inside a cylon, number eight (Sharon Agathon) and from a human male (Karl Agathon), the project was abandoned. The cylons walked up to each woman and man and turned off their machines keeping them alive. Slowly their bodies ate away at themselves til dehydration and starvation killed the subjects. The Cylon acts of malice and cruelty were far from over.

A third file opened up, one much more current, and Gracie’s mind filled with visions and information about the newest experiment on the Coreworlds. Homeless, disgruntle teenagers, any and all who would never be missed, seemed to be laying on tables. Their arms were stretched out, as red blood was slowly drained from their bodies. The Midiclorian experiment, as it was labeled, was an experiment to isolate and reproduce the bacteria prevalent amongst Coredians, more so than seemingly any other nation. She watched again, as like in the first cylon war, but the more modern updated cylons were slicing into people. Their bodies were nothing more than a medical experiment designed to help further Cylon evolution. Project Status: Ongoing.

Then Gracie yanked her hand out of the computer “I want to go home NOW!” she exclaimed.

Doral tried to place her hand on her shoulder. “Gracie.” he replied actually using her name instead of her model number, “You are home.” her replied. “What would you have us do, drop you off at a space port on Earth? You have no history, no paper work, and no visa. What will you tell them, that you are actually their AI, who was transferred into a human body. No one would believe that, and you would be placed in a mental institution.” Doral replied. “Or worse, if they do believe you, as the Colonies would, they would shoot you on sight just for being who and what you are. Gracie, we have given you a great gift, the gift of life. You were nothing more than electrical pathways, and now you are a person.” Doral tried to reassure her. “We even have a surprise for you. There was one other AI, based off of you, who claims to be your daughter. We would like for you to meet her. She is the thirteenth model.” he told her trying to calm her down. “She may be able to help you relate to her, please come with me.” (Assuming Gracie comes)

Moments later, the door opens to Imperius’s room, as Doral walks with Gracie. “Imperius, we would like for you to meet the fourteenth model, the one you call mother.” Doral replied.

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Issus: Present Day

Vicky soon followed Athena out of the room. It was comforting to say the least. “Kara” enjoyed Vicky’s presence, she was at the very least one of the more entertaining hybrids. As Vicky followed, all cowboy like, Athena smiled for the first time being on this planet. She placed her hand on Vicky’s shoulders, “Well then, lets go kick some ass.” Athena told Vicky as they began to walk towards the sound of the explosion,

Then as the two began to walk, the footsteps of another came from behind. As the sound of walking got closer, Athena pulled out her knife. Whipping around quickly she held the knife very close to the pretty face of Katrina Masaki. Athena just looked into the eyes of the plant woman, as her knife was close to her face. “Empress.” Athena replied coldly, “Why are you following us. It is safer for you in the throne room, where you can protect your young.” “Kara” told the Empress like she was talking about some animals. “Don’t you think that is best, than leaving him alone, and waiting for the wolves to encircle him?” she again told the Empress.

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Mobile Capitol of Coredia
Two thousand years from now, eight hours since the team was sent back in time.

Along side the mobile Capitol, three hyperspace windows opened. Then soon, three Kobolian Battle cruisers appeared out of the void. The ships were much smaller than the glory days of the battlestars, the largest being about one fourth of the size of the smallest Columbia Class battlestar of old. Although it did share the two flight pod design of the older ships. The vessels were heavily armed much more so than even the warstars of the past. Their engines powered up, and began an intercept course. As per protocol, their weapons and defenses were offline

“Coredian Capitol, this is the HMS Delphi of her majesty’s fleet of Kobol. We wish to dock with you, as the Queen desires to speak with Emperor Masaki on the current mission and state of Affairs in person.”

OOC: Was AFK CW, if you want to enter your demon this is the time.

Corporal Jansen raised his left hand with his palm straight up. It was the signal to freeze. His two teammates froze where they were as they watched Jansen continue to look and listen for whatever threat he may have detected. After three seconds he curled his hand into a fist. That was the sign for a security halt and each of them begain to cover the sectors to either flank, as they heard Jansen’s voice over the Squad com lines.

“Wolf Actual, Wolf Seven.” Jansen reported to General Hawkins, “I am picking up several unknown anomalies on scan. “Recommend Bushwhacker, over.”

“Roger that Seven, Bushwhacker Authorized. Wolf Actual, out.” The General confirmed. It was a standard doctrine for Republican Marines that when facing a suspicion area with an unknown enemy, that the best method was to flush it out before you walked into its trap.

Jansen’s tri-barrel activated as he cut a swath through the woods in front of his position with the hypersonic darts of his weapon, after a five second burst over five thousand rounds were sent down rage cutting massive trees down and obliterating foliage. If there was a threat in front of them, it was either now dead, or pissed off enough to blow its cover and concealment, either way the tactic worked.
The Marines certainly cleared a good section of forest, and even killed a few unassuming dinosaurs, but they wouldn't expect a tiny black ball suddenly appearing in their midst, then detonating into black energy that would pierce through power armor, flesh and bone alike, aiming for the hearts of several marines. Yet it wasn't over. A marine would find himself Crushed by a powerful unseen force, power armor and all. Another would find himself hurled hundreds of feet into the air and then slammed down with terrifying force. All in all, each Marine that survived the initial black-energy assault would find themselves mere playthings for judicious applications of telekinesis.

The self-styled Demon Lord has struck.

Issus: Present Day

Vicky soon followed Athena out of the room. It was comforting to say the least. “Kara” enjoyed Vicky’s presence, she was at the very least one of the more entertaining hybrids. As Vicky followed, all cowboy like, Athena smiled for the first time being on this planet. She placed her hand on Vicky’s shoulders, “Well then, lets go kick some ass.” Athena told Vicky as they began to walk towards the sound of the explosion,

Then as the two began to walk, the footsteps of another came from behind. As the sound of walking got closer, Athena pulled out her knife. Whipping around quickly she held the knife very close to the pretty face of Katrina Masaki. Athena just looked into the eyes of the plant woman, as her knife was close to her face. “Empress.” Athena replied coldly, “Why are you following us. It is safer for you in the throne room, where you can protect your young.” “Kara” told the Empress like she was talking about some animals. “Don’t you think that is best, than leaving him alone, and waiting for the wolves to encircle him?” she again told the Empress.
Katrina noted that the knife was quite sharp and prepared to teleport if Athena lunged.

"I can't stand not being able to do something, and what the hell is your beef with me anyway?" Katrina asked sharply.

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Mobile Capitol of Coredia
Two thousand years from now, eight hours since the team was sent back in time.

Along side the mobile Capitol, three hyperspace windows opened. Then soon, three Kobolian Battle cruisers appeared out of the void. The ships were much smaller than the glory days of the battlestars, the largest being about one fourth of the size of the smallest Columbia Class battlestar of old. Although it did share the two flight pod design of the older ships. The vessels were heavily armed much more so than even the warstars of the past. Their engines powered up, and began an intercept course. As per protocol, their weapons and defenses were offline

“Coredian Capitol, this is the HMS Delphi of her majesty’s fleet of Kobol. We wish to dock with you, as the Queen desires to speak with Emperor Masaki on the current mission and state of Affairs in person.”
"HMS Delphi. Emperor Masaki is away on important business." The traffic controller replied. Then she was cut off. "Queen Hera? Chancellor Sandler here. The Emperor had me send notice to you that he's at the Temporal Defense Agency now. If you wish to speak with him, you'll have to come down personally and head through the secure zone."

Queen Hera would know of the security arrangements concerning the TDA. It's in a location that's not within the visible universe after all.

A crimson red threat circle light the area around the black ball of energy as it appeared. The threat level was dangerous and the advance team of marines had only moments to react, faster than any human could hope, it is good for them that the tactical AI computer took control of their armor's servos and reacted. The three marines dropped to the ground in an attempt to get underneath the kill radius of the grenade. As fast as their suit managed this one was simply not fast enough.

"Fuck" Corporal Jansen swore as he saw the green icon of Private Dentla flash red with critical damage as the laser tore a hole through the torso armor of his suit. Private Casey was already reacting to the attack, his suit had traced the trajectory of the grenade's flight, as he scanned the area with infrared he saw one anomaly, it was there target. The combat computer already had his plasma cannon lined up on the target as he fired. The plasma cannon was powered by the small nuclear reactor in the core of his suit, it fired one pulse every second, each traveled at 3,000 meters a second and when it impacted a target it would deal massive thermal damage capable of incinerating some of the most effective armor in existence, they were particularly effective as anti-armor weapons. However they would incinerate a human body or power armor even more effectively.

"Target 150 meters mark two-five" The Private called out before she was thrown over two hundred meters into the air. She grunted loudly as her body was subjected to server gee forces from the sudden acceleration, her vision began to go black. Then just as suddenly she was accelerated back towards the forest floor, her vision began to go red as blood flowed to her head. She barely recalled her jump jets firing attempting to slow her decent before she crashed into the ground. The combat computer had again saved a marines life by firing the jump jets, though now her legs were crumbled, crushed within the ruined armor of her legs. The skin-suit she wore beneath the armor applied two Torniquit s just below her hips, cutting off blood flow to her legs, saving her life. The private told the computer to forgo the pain drugs, as she sat up from the floor, raising her plasma cannon again, she could still fight and she would return fire. The demon, sith, droid, monster, whatever it was attacking them was right in front of her. Her cannon attempted to fire again at point blank range.

Corporal Jensen watched in horror as Private Casey landed with terrible effect. He watched as the pale looking almost albino demon ran towards her fallen form as she struggled to sit up with half her armor crushed. It was going to finish her off and that was something he could not allow to happen. His tri-barrel cycled reloading itself with 20mm depleted neutronium sabot darts. He lined the weapon up with the demon as the computer indicated a lock, he fired, over 100 rounds a second at the monster looming over the wounded Private. Rounds which were capable of cutting the legs off of an imperial walker now flew at hypersonic speeds towards the demon lord.

"Contact, Tango suspected Sith or Demon, not Cyborg. One KIA one WIA. Engaging, requesting immediate support, Over!" the Corporal radioed back to Hawkins who was with the main body."

Katrina noted that the knife was quite sharp and prepared to teleport if Athena lunged.

"I can't stand not being able to do something, and what the hell is your beef with me anyway?" Katrina asked sharply.

Athena just stared at Katrina, her yellow eyes staring into the brown eyes of the Empress before her. Oh how Katrina would have loved to lunge at Katrina. How Athena would have smiled and danced with glee, as she would rub her hands in the blood of the Empress, while her throat poured out it’s vitae all over itself. How fitting it would be for the woman responsible for a billion deaths to die before she could inflict one.

But Athena would not do it, not yet. She slowly placed her knife back in the holster. “Go frak yourself, that is why!” Athena replied to the Empress, as she turned. She then began to walk down the hallway leaving Vicky with Katrina. Athena was not in the mood to put up with Katrina's antics, after all would anyone really want to meet a Hitler, or Stalin. Besides the temptation was too great just to end her now and save many lives. Too bad Hera would stick her in hell for a few years if she did, or worse, the “It’s a small world.” ride in Disney land.

"HMS Delphi. Emperor Masaki is away on important business." The traffic controller replied. Then she was cut off. "Queen Hera? Chancellor Sandler here. The Emperor had me send notice to you that he's at the Temporal Defense Agency now. If you wish to speak with him, you'll have to come down personally and head through the secure zone."

Queen Hera would know of the security arrangements concerning the TDA. It's in a location that's not within the visible universe after all.

“Acknowledged, HMS Delphi approaching dock.” the message from the ship came, as the smaller ship, slowly entered the docking bay of the Coredian Capitol. Soon the Queen exited, and with her security, armed with her rapier, and light saber, and wearing nothing more than a simple white dress, she walked towards the teleporter. Her detail followed her closely, making sure no threats would come to their queen, as she walked to the teleporter to her trusted ally, Travis Masaki.

Soon she stepped onto the machine and vanished. When she came to, she stood in the middle of the TDA. Hera smiled as she saw Travis. “Any updates, or confirmation of the mission?” Hera asked her friend.

Corporal Jensen watched in horror as Private Casey landed with terrible effect. He watched as the pale looking almost albino demon ran towards her fallen form as she struggled to sit up with half her armor crushed. It was going to finish her off and that was something he could not allow to happen. His tri-barrel cycled reloading itself with 20mm depleted neutronium sabot darts. He lined the weapon up with the demon as the computer indicated a lock, he fired, over 100 rounds a second at the monster looming over the wounded Private. Rounds which were capable of cutting the legs off of an imperial walker now flew at hypersonic speeds towards the demon lord.
Kimimaro barely had to sense the tri-barrel gun attack him to know that danger approached. If he was to complete his mission, he would have to end the threats now. He disappeared in a poof of smoke, and the bullets ripped right through said smoke. To the Marine's likely horror, when the smoke cleared, it was the other soldier, the one called Private Casey that took the attack.

Then Kimimaro was behind the Corporal and reached out with his dark powers and unleashed a fatal Crush on the poor man. Every bone, every organ would be squished as easily as a tomato was squished...

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Katrina stood there, bewildered at the hatred of this girl when she never knew her before. She turned to Vicky. "What happened to her to hate me so? I never knew this girl before."

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“Acknowledged, HMS Delphi approaching dock.” the message from the ship came, as the smaller ship, slowly entered the docking bay of the Coredian Capitol. Soon the Queen exited, and with her security, armed with her rapier, and light saber, and wearing nothing more than a simple white dress, she walked towards the teleporter. Her detail followed her closely, making sure no threats would come to their queen, as she walked to the teleporter to her trusted ally, Travis Masaki.

Soon she stepped onto the machine and vanished. When she came to, she stood in the middle of the TDA. Hera smiled as she saw Travis. “Any updates, or confirmation of the mission?” Hera asked her friend.
"I just sent two of my agents in the past. Now it remains to be seen whether success will be achieved with their help." Emperor Masaki said. "It seems my cousin has decided to join the hunt for my younger self. Another incursion was detected, but this time it was one of Darth Styx's minions. A C-class demon, if I'm not mistaken."

Chunks of armor were shredded by the hypersonic darts as the enemy replaced himself with Private Casey, she did not even have time to scream out as the rounds tore her body into a bloody goo. Corporal Jansen's HUD flared with a warning telling him his enemy was now somehow right behind him. Its second attack was launched so quickly that Jansen was only pivoted halfway around as it would have hit him. He was expecting death but it never came, "Finish it you fucker!" He screamed before he noticed what had intervened to save his life.

General Hawkins stood toe to toe with the demon, the hand which it had attempted to launch it force attack with was being crushed at the wrist by the Generals own massive hand.

"To slow Sith." The General sneered as his right arm glowed blue at from his finger tips to his elbow. The energy crackled like the chirping of a thousand birds, spending the last year on this planet, he had formed a bond with another scarred veteran of the Ninja, Hatake Kakashi, who discovered Hawkins could manipulate lightning chakra, and had taught him this singular attack. It turned his arm into essential a spear which he could thrust through any target, it was an assassination technique. It was also one that he could not attempt more than twice without serious repercussions. As he thrust his arm into the Sith's body, through its heart, he simply told it to, "Die."

Katrina felt odd, like she had a spot of remorse. Well, even an Empress can take steps back. "I must apologize. Of late, Coredia is slow to trust others. It does remain to be seen whether we can trust."

"Indeed. I'm afraid it's going to get even worse."


"Huh? Are you talking about my future self? What's he like?" Travis asked excitedly.

Travin turned to face Travis, "I think I won't tell you that one. Lets just say you inherit the general Masaki genes."


"Interesting. I believe Vector Industries would be most interested in getting their hands on such devices." Master Elendil allowed a thin smile on his face. "For the time being, I will allow you to install these anti-time field devices."

"Good thinking. The Dornalians already have rather primitive Temporal Shielding, so with their permission and efforts, we can have one up ASAP. It'd be a good start. Oh, and once this is over with, we'll need to deconstruct the device once the timelines are restored and go about their natural course."


Travis and Master Elendil just sighed. Elendil spoke to the boy. "Go to the evacuation site, young Travis. We'll deal with this."

"Yes, Master." Travis bowed and sped off as Master Elendil walked quickly after Empress Masaki.

"I'll stay with them, that includes you too Padawan. They'll need an experienced guard incase that droid shows up again."

Jukassa moaned, "you mean I have to go with some primitive Masaki kid for the weekend?"

"Shut your trap boy and get used to it. It's hard enough to guard you from the enemy, but to hear you whine about who you're spending the weekend with is hardly worth my efforts." With that, the two marched off following Travis to the evacuation area.

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Future...

Jukassa and Councilor Kori flew into Coredian space, arriving late as usual to the meetings. "Coredian Capital, this is the Alliance Shuttlecraft Magriel requesting permission to board and commence upgrades as per Emperor Massaki's request."

Doral tried to reassure her. “We even have a surprise for you. There was one other AI, based off of you, who claims to be your daughter. We would like for you to meet her. She is the thirteenth model.” he told her trying to calm her down. “She may be able to help you relate to her, please come with me.” (Assuming Gracie comes)

Moments later, the door opens to Imperius’s room, as Doral walks with Gracie. “Imperius, we would like for you to meet the fourteenth model, the one you call mother.” Doral replied.


Gracie had heard rumors about a stolen model, and the mounting evidence seemed only to confirm things. Her mind at this point waffled between two decisions. One was to follow Doral and see her "daughter," however odd the thought, for herself. The other part of her, that quintessentially Dornalian "ghetto side," was telling her she wasn't going to like what she saw. Not one bit. If these mothers had raised Imperius like them, then she'd be just as careless and disregarding of life as they were. Good gravy, what was a mother to do?

Gracie swallowed her fears, and said, "I'll follow. If only to see what kind of a daughter she is."

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After Athena glared at Katrina and left her within Vicky's tender mercies, she then said to the Empress, reassuredly, "Your Highness, I would like to respectfully add my two cents....and be blunt. Where she comes from, the Twelve Colonies were totally annihilated. And she blames the Coredians and everybody in the GFFA for it. Though why she works with me, is beyond my ken, since I'm from a GFFA member nation. Ah well."

She then wistfully looked into the distance and said, "Someday this war's gonna end...." before checking the power setting on her Lascannon and walking forth....

Chunks of armor were shredded by the hypersonic darts as the enemy replaced himself with Private Casey, she did not even have time to scream out as the rounds tore her body into a bloody goo. Corporal Jansen's HUD flared with a warning telling him his enemy was now somehow right behind him. Its second attack was launched so quickly that Jansen was only pivoted halfway around as it would have hit him. He was expecting death but it never came, "Finish it you fucker!" He screamed before he noticed what had intervened to save his life.

General Hawkins stood toe to toe with the demon, the hand which it had attempted to launch it force attack with was being crushed at the wrist by the Generals own massive hand.

"To slow Sith." The General sneered as his right arm glowed blue at from his finger tips to his elbow. The energy crackled like the chirping of a thousand birds, spending the last year on this planet, he had formed a bond with another scarred veteran of the Ninja, Hatake Kakashi, who discovered Hawkins could manipulate lightning chakra, and had taught him this singular attack. It turned his arm into essential a spear which he could thrust through any target, it was an assassination technique. It was also one that he could not attempt more than twice without serious repercussions. As he thrust his arm into the Sith's body, through its heart, he simply told it to, "Die."
The Demon Lord gasped in pain as the Chidori stabbed into his heart. Suddenly, the grimace of pain turned into a grimace of proud hatred. "No. You die."

The Demon exploded, sending bone fragments showering all over the place. To the General's likely chagrin, it was a clone made of bones. Travis Masaki and his friends were in very great danger.

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Travin turned to face Travis, "I think I won't tell you that one. Lets just say you inherit the general Masaki genes."
"Aww." Travis looks let down, but he hoped that he could meet his future self one day, not quite realizing that, from a certain point of view, he certainly will.

"Good thinking. The Dornalians already have rather primitive Temporal Shielding, so with their permission and efforts, we can have one up ASAP. It'd be a good start. Oh, and once this is over with, we'll need to deconstruct the device once the timelines are restored and go about their natural course."
"A good idea. Manipulating the timestream like this is unsettling enough as it is." Master Elendil nodded.

"I'll stay with them, that includes you too Padawan. They'll need an experienced guard incase that droid shows up again."

Jukassa moaned, "you mean I have to go with some primitive Masaki kid for the weekend?"

"Shut your trap boy and get used to it. It's hard enough to guard you from the enemy, but to hear you whine about who you're spending the weekend with is hardly worth my efforts." With that, the two marched off following Travis to the evacuation area.
"Primitive?!" Travis' ears perked up on that and he rounded on Jukassa. "Who are you calling primitive, you nerfherder?!"

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Future...

Jukassa and Councilor Kori flew into Coredian space, arriving late as usual to the meetings. "Coredian Capital, this is the Alliance Shuttlecraft Magriel requesting permission to board and commence upgrades as per Emperor Massaki's request."
"Request granted. Please dock with Zone 1 and head into the secure zone to meet with the Emperor." The traffic control said.

After Athena glared at Katrina and left her within Vicky's tender mercies, she then said to the Empress, reassuredly, "Your Highness, I would like to respectfully add my two cents....and be blunt. Where she comes from, the Twelve Colonies were totally annihilated. And she blames the Coredians and everybody in the GFFA for it. Though why she works with me, is beyond my ken, since I'm from a GFFA member nation. Ah well."

She then wistfully looked into the distance and said, "Someday this war's gonna end...." before checking the power setting on her Lascannon and walking forth....
To her credit, Katrina was horrified that the Twelve Colonies were annihilated and she was both intruged and disappointed that her own nation may have had a hand in it. "I...see. Thank you."

Soon, they arrived to see the ANBU taking positions around the entrance to the metal workshop...

Hawkins had all of a second to take notice of the danger and prepare for it, it was not enough time by far as the Sith's replacement destructed. He felt incredible flashes of pain as his body was punctured by the bone fragments in several places, some quite vital. He barely remembered getting thrown quite aways, on his back looking up to see his Marines all around him, the medic trying to provide aid. He could tell from the look on his face his chances were not good.

He saw the trees of the woods part as his gunship hovered over them, he would be evac'ed soon, to a hospital. He would be out of it for a while if he survived at all. He couldn't die just yet he had to, the others needed to know.

Hawkins was never very good at sending messages through the Force, he was a fighter, his skills concentrated on that, direct attacks, speed, stamina, saber skills, not the ability to send messages or other force techniques. Contrary to popular belief most Jedi could stop blaster shots with their hands, throw huge ass rocks, or send images with their force presence. But he had to try.

He reached out to the first one he could think of, Danny Masaki. He tried to send lots of information, a good sit rep at least but as he tried to concentrate, as he tried to make the Force do what he needed it to do, he felt himself slipping fast, darkness clouded his vision, his eyes were fluttering and he was so tired. It felt so good to stop trying, so easy. In the end he thought he managed to get out a warning...

Sith...Comming...got me............

With that his world went black as it did Hawkins smiled, there was one truth,

There was no death, Only the Force.

A screw turns, a bolt fastened. A pin is put in place, and a sword is sharpened. Hera worked tirelessly, putting together each item on the list. The metal barrels were smoothed out, with a slight twisting grove, and the symbols were engraved.

Steam filled the ceiling of the room, as the metals were cooled in water, slowly binding the molecules tighter in the forged metal.

Hera slowly raised the Jian, looking at her craftsmanship. The blade looked almost silver. She looked at it, so clean, so pure, that she could see her own reflection in the blade. Hera picked up a small chisel and began to write on the blade, starting at the top, she grooved into the design, “And he who defies the gods shall be struck down.” in old geminise. She then grabbed the blade of the sword and cut her finger on it. The blood ran down the blade, one tiny red drop, leaving a trail of red behind it. As the drop ran down to the last letter in the design, the blade began to glow, for a moment.

The light was bright, nearly as bright as the sun. Hera closed her eyes, and turned away, as the yellow light filled the room. As fast as it came it vanished. Only the sound of an electric discharge was left.

When she turned back to the blade, the letters she wrote, now appeared in red. The Jian was complete.

Outside the Laboratory

“That bitch actually had the nerve to talk to me about why the hell I want to see her die.” Athena grumbled to herself as she was half way down the hallway ahead of Vicky, Katrina, and the now recent arrival of Elendil.

“After all the shit she has pulled, after all the things she has said, she wants to know what she has done. Has she not got a frakking brain? Nobody likes her. Not even Daniel. And she wants to know why I do not like her.” Athena continued to mumble to herself.

As Athena turned the corner, a bright flash occurred from the inside. A large yellow flash, followed by the sound of an electrical discharge. Out of instinct, Athena yanked her hand up to her face. The world seemed to be surrounded by the bright glow, from the giant hole in the wall that Hawkins blew out. Within a second the flash was gone.

Athena lowered her hand. The force here had changed, it was not pure dark, and there was something off. Something hidden... “ANBU.” Athena replied, as she placed her hand on her face. “Why is it always ANBU?” Athena looked inside the hole in the wall, and as Vicky and Katrina turned the corner she faded into black evanescence.

Athena soon reappeared, inside the lab, as the black mist reformed. “Click, Click.” was all she heard. Quickly she grabbed her knife, and turned around. She could see a long barrel, of a rifle pointing at her head.

Athena just stopped and smiled, “Stop frakking around.” she replied, “Are you done yet?” she asked.

“Yes I am.” the young voice from underneath the hood replied

“Good,” Athena replied, “Lets get them and get going, we only have a moment.” she replied.

Hera said nothing to her for a moment, and she did not put down the rifle. “Why did you want them?” she asked Athena.

Athena turned and shook her head. “To help you, you stupid bitch.” she replied. “Where I come from you own these things.”

“Would I have not made them anyway.” Hera replied coldly.

Athena just sighed, “Listen you know who I am, you have seen my memories, we have to get out of here, and now, before they come.” Athena yelled.

“You are hiding things from me, things sealed in your head.” Hera replied, as she lifted the hood slightly so Athena could see her face.

Athena’s eyes turned black, “Yes I am, things that you do not need to know. Things that you sealed in me, as things have been sealed in you. Now either trust me or shoot me, and then after you fry me with your rifle I will be right back here in three hours.” Athena said. “It is your choice, but Katrina Masaki will be in here any frakking second.” she yelled at Hera.

Hera turned to the door, and slowly put the rifle down. “She is here.” Hera replied.

Athena turned and sighed, “Go, go now, if she finds out, then she will tell the world. There will be a record and you will be hunted.” Athena ordered sounding concerned. Hera turned to the now opening door. “Go, I know where you will be.” Athena said urging Hera to actually listen. Hera vanished, as purple mist now surrounded where she was. Athena then began to grab the items she made and began to place them in a blue duffle bag.

Hawkins had all of a second to take notice of the danger and prepare for it, it was not enough time by far as the Sith's replacement destructed. He felt incredible flashes of pain as his body was punctured by the bone fragments in several places, some quite vital. He barely remembered getting thrown quite aways, on his back looking up to see his Marines all around him, the medic trying to provide aid. He could tell from the look on his face his chances were not good.

He saw the trees of the woods part as his gunship hovered over them, he would be evac'ed soon, to a hospital. He would be out of it for a while if he survived at all. He couldn't die just yet he had to, the others needed to know.

Hawkins was never very good at sending messages through the Force, he was a fighter, his skills concentrated on that, direct attacks, speed, stamina, saber skills, not the ability to send messages or other force techniques. Contrary to popular belief most Jedi could stop blaster shots with their hands, throw huge ass rocks, or send images with their force presence. But he had to try.

He reached out to the first one he could think of, Danny Masaki. He tried to send lots of information, a good sit rep at least but as he tried to concentrate, as he tried to make the Force do what he needed it to do, he felt himself slipping fast, darkness clouded his vision, his eyes were fluttering and he was so tired. It felt so good to stop trying, so easy. In the end he thought he managed to get out a warning...

Sith...Comming...got me............

With that his world went black as it did Hawkins smiled, there was one truth,

There was no death, Only the Force.
Hyperspace

"Hawkins..." I gasped, coming out of meditation aboard the Much Ado About Nothing. I was heading for Issus to see the son I haven't seen in a while, having sent the Exodus Fleet on a random course throughout the galaxy. Only I, with the aid of the Force, would know where to find it.

I didn't have much time and ordered the pilot to accelerate the hyperdrive to maximum...

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As Travis and Jukassa argued over the primitiveness of Coreworlds, two liquid-metal-like beings awaited the proper time to attack...

It took a moment's lull in their argument for Travis' senses to pick something up in the air. "Hate to say it, but get down!"

And just in time, too! Streams of fire roared over their heads from the two Shock Troopers' tentacles. Travis could feel some of his hair get singed by the attack.

"*click* *whirr* Even as a boy, the target is fast." One said in a robot voice. "Switch to Freeze."

"As you command." Suddenly the temperature dropped quickly and an icy blizzard blasted towards the two boys.

"Shield!" Travis yelled in between chattering teeth. A bubble of psychic energy was produced, lessening the impact of the blizzard.

A brawl has begun...

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Meanwhile, Katrina Masaki stormed towards the metal workshop, but was slowed up a moment by the ANBU. "By order of King Sarinon, ma'am, this workshop is closed."

"I see...well....I am the Empress of All Coredia, yes?" Katrina asked nicely.

"Yes, ma'am." To their credit, the guards were brave.

"As such, as a member of the High Council, I can overrride another Council Member's decision, right?"

"Uh, I believe so, ma'am."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Out of my way!" Katrina yelled. Startled, the ANBU moved out of the doorway, allowing Katrina to enter.

She saw only Kara and a wisp of purple smoke. "So...did you find out anything? And what's that smoke?"

As Travis and Jukassa argued over the primitiveness of Coreworlds, two liquid-metal-like beings awaited the proper time to attack...

It took a moment's lull in their argument for Travis' senses to pick something up in the air. "Hate to say it, but get down!"

And just in time, too! Streams of fire roared over their heads from the two Shock Troopers' tentacles. Travis could feel some of his hair get singed by the attack.

"*click* *whirr* Even as a boy, the target is fast." One said in a robot voice. "Switch to Freeze."

"As you command." Suddenly the temperature dropped quickly and an icy blizzard blasted towards the two boys.

"Shield!" Travis yelled in between chattering teeth. A bubble of psychic energy was produced, lessening the impact of the blizzard.

A brawl has begun...


Jukassa dropped to the floor, not having much experience with lightsaber combat experience at this point. Travin, on the other hand, jumped sideways as the icy blizzard blasted towards the two and fired his modified weapon at the Shock Troopers.

She saw only Kara and a wisp of purple smoke. "So...did you find out anything? And what's that smoke?"

Vicky kept her Lascannon on standby, keeping it low to the ground as she followed Katrina into the area. After Katrina talked, Vicky added, "And what's with the duffel?"

Jukassa dropped to the floor, not having much experience with lightsaber combat experience at this point. Travin, on the other hand, jumped sideways as the icy blizzard blasted towards the two and fired his modified weapon at the Shock Troopers.
"Secondary target protecting primary target." The enemies moved rather quickly to dodge Travin's fire for beings from the future. "Engage immediately."

From their single Cylon-like eyes, powerful lasers erupted, zipping right for Travin. Unfortunately, that meant that the Freeze attack stopped. Fortunately, this meant that the boys were separated from their charge as the lasers and other firepower pinned Travin down.

"C'mon!" Travis grabbed Jukassa and then jumped up the tree branches, bouncing from tree to tree, searching for safety.

Whip! Whip! Something like bullets narrowly missed them. "Wha?"

Then the tree they were on exploded in a shower of splinters, causing them to fall. Travis rolled to break his fall, then noticed a shadow approaching. A vicious Dark Side presence finally showed itself: Lord Kimimaro!

Sensing the powerful Dark Side aura of the C-class demon, Travis knew that he and Jukassa were in for the fight of their lives as he ignited his golden lightsaber...

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The grass was green and soft, as the young woman walked barefoot in the garden. Each step, slowly smashing the soft green and lush grass below. Hera, with a rifle across her back, and her robes concealing other creations, looking more closely to being ready for war than to walk in a garden, slowly bent over and smelled one of Katrina’s yellow and red roses.

She reached down with her hand, her new and soft skin and touched the petals of the rose. “So delicate. So precious, so temporary.” she spoke to the flower. “You are still beautiful, even if it is for a short time.” She told the flower once more as a smile cracked from her red lips.

Hera reached around, and took off the M1847 Winchester rifle, and placed it down on the ground. She then began to sit down, as she closed her eyes. “Mind if I sit with you for a while?” she asked the rose, as she slowly crossed her legs.

“Clear my mind, clear my mind, clear my mind.” Hera thought to herself, as she began to meditate. She was never any good at Mediation usually. Most of the time she sat on the ground, or on a pillow for an hour, seeing nothing more than the inside of her own eyelids.

“Clear my mind, clear my mind, clear my mind, Oh damn it, why the frak does this never work.” she asked herself, as she watched the darkness of her own eye’s being closed.” Instead of peace, she began to feel frustrated. “Why in the hell is this so easy for others.” she asked herself again, as confusion began to weigh on her.

“It is because you speak too much, and you do not know.” A voice spoke from behind her. Hera shot up, and spun around to the new voice. Her hand reached behind her, as her hand gripped the firm wood of the sawed off.

“You do not need that, I will not cause you any harm.” the young female voice spoke to her.

“Where are you, who are you?” Hera asked the seemingly empty room. Hera focused on the force, searching out for the invisible person who was speaking to her.

“You will never find me that way.” the voice replied. “Only when you can be silent, and listen will you be able to see me and find me.” she replied once more.

“What the frak does that mean?” she asked, as she continued to become increasingly frustrated at this person. “Why do you not show yourself?” Hera asked impatiently.

“Because you do not understand.” the voice replied, calm and compassionate.

“Then why do you not tell me?” Hera yelled at the voice.

“You do not know yourself. You have refused to accept the truth. You instead hide, afraid of what may happen. Afraid of others, afraid for your sister. You should not be afraid, that is not you.” the voice replied to her.

Hera sighed. “What else can I be, I am dead.” Hera said back.

“You are alive, reborn like your mother, like your sister. You are not the person you were before, she is dead, a body on your old bed, covered in a blanket and being examined by the investigators. She is dead, you are not.” Hera heard.

“Do not repeat her mistakes, become more than she was. You are Hera, not her. Open yourself up to who you are, to what you are. You are not a name, you are not a title, you are not an idea. You are, who you are.” the voice told her. “Jedi, Sith, Sister, Apprentice, Master, all of these things are titles an ideas. They express a observation or an idea, but they do not show the truth. They are images and mirrors, much like your illusions and delusions.”

Hera remained quiet, for a moment.

“Good you are learning, see past the idea, past the surface. Emily is more than your friend, or your adopted mother. She has a past before you, and a future. She is more than a jedi, or family, she is a person. Hawkins is more than a master, more than a soldier, more than a friend, he is scarred. His life is wounded, but even he is still a person. With or without you, he exists. Outside of your ideas. You are too trapped within your own notions. Do not be a jedi, do not be a sith, do not be Hera, be yourself.” the voice spoke again.

“I understand.” Hera responded.

Then the unknown person just laughed, “If that is true, soon you will find me, for now though, people need you.” she said to Hera.

Hera turned to the direction of the voice, “Who needs me?” she asked concerned, as she stood back up.

“They need you.” the voice replied. The world began to ripple slightly, as Hera stood alone in the jungle of Issus. She could hear the roar of the drop ship and the murmurs of her friends of the Republic Guard. She could smell the scent of battle, the burnt chemicals of weapons fire, the smell of death and blood. “What has happened here?” she asked one of the guards. “Sargent Davis.” Hera yelled, as the Sargent walked past her. The man reached down with four other people and began to lift a stretcher. Hera looked down, and she saw the bloodied face of her friend, and master Hawkins.

“Who the frak did this?” Hera yelled out in anger, as she clutched her fist.

“Who does not matter, Hawkins did what he did, you need to accept that and continue.” The voice told her. Hera turned around, “Who in the hell did this? Is he dead?” she cried out once more.

“His fate is his own. If he lives, he will continue his fight. If he dies, then he would have died as he lived, fighting the darkness. You should not hate it, you should embrace it. It is what he wants.” the voice continued to assure Hera.

“No offense but that is a load of bullshit.” Hera yelled out. “Who in the hell did this to him?” she yelled out once more.

“This is why you struggle to find me.” the voice replied, as the world rippled again. Where once there was jungle, now there was snow and wind. Hera looked to see Travis, and some other kid laying down on the ground. She turned to see two wanna-be-cylon-robot-blob-men walking closer to them, and some porcupine of a creature attacking.

“Others need you. Help them and you will find your answers.” The voice replied one last time.

Hera opened her eyes, and all she could see was the rose before her. She looked around her, finding herself sitting on the green grass of the garden alone. She reached down and grabbed her rifle. Without saying a word, the light bent around her, as she took off running, to where the vision had shown her, to Travis and Jukassa.

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Hyperspace
She saw only Kara and a wisp of purple smoke. "So...did you find out anything? And what's that smoke?"

Athena picked up the bag, as Katrina and Vicky came in. When Katrina spoke, Athena just glared, “What purple smoke?” she asked. “Have you been smoking your plants again?” she asked Katrina, as she glared at the Empress.

Vicky kept her Lascannon on standby, keeping it low to the ground as she followed Katrina into the area. After Katrina talked, Vicky added, "And what's with the duffel?"

Athena then turned to Vicky. “Oh this, it is from Santa.” Athena said with a smile. She lowered the bag, to see what Hera had left inside. She unzipped the bag, and reached inside. “Oh this is for you Vicky, it says you have been a good girl.” as she took out a black sheathed Katana. Athena then tossed it at the youngest of the hybrids. “Merry Christmas.” Athena replied to Vicky. As Vicky unsheathed the katana, she would notice that interwoven in the design of the blade, in red letters in old geminise, it said the exact same thing as the Jian. Athena then reached down again and looked inside.

“Empress.” Athena said, speaking to her for directly without any hostile tone since they met. “It would look like your son has been good as well.” She replied as she produced the Jian out of the bag. “Where is he, so that we can give this to him?” Athena asked the Empress.

Athena then reached inside, and pulled out a lightsaber. “Oh isn’t this lovely.” Athena replied, as she pulled out a ornate black and gold handled lightsaber. She pressed the on switch, as the red blade shot out of it. “Oh isn’t that amusing.” Athena said looking at the blade. “I hate red.” as she deactivated the lightsaber and placed the lightsaber on her hip. “Well lets go there is nothing else here.”

"Secondary target protecting primary target." The enemies moved rather quickly to dodge Travin's fire for beings from the future. "Engage immediately."

From their single Cylon-like eyes, powerful lasers erupted, zipping right for Travin. Unfortunately, that meant that the Freeze attack stopped. Fortunately, this meant that the boys were separated from their charge as the lasers and other firepower pinned Travin down.

"C'mon!" Travis grabbed Jukassa and then jumped up the tree branches, bouncing from tree to tree, searching for safety.

Whip! Whip! Something like bullets narrowly missed them. "Wha?"

Then the tree they were on exploded in a shower of splinters, causing them to fall. Travis rolled to break his fall, then noticed a shadow approaching. A vicious Dark Side presence finally showed itself: Lord Kimimaro!

Sensing the powerful Dark Side aura of the C-class demon, Travis knew that he and Jukassa were in for the fight of their lives as he ignited his golden lightsaber...

Jukassa fell towards the ground on all fours and landed with a loud "OMPH!" Travin dodged the splinters as they fell, and fired another blast at the thing.

Jukassa glared at Travis's blade, "I thought the Alliance were the only ones who possessed gold crystals..." Luckily for him, he had his own Lightsaber to defend with too, despite his severe lack of experience. He ignited his lightsaber and a hot pink blade shot out. Jukassa growled, "Damn you Heruka!"

Travin looked at Jukassa's blade, "I thought you fought with a Viridian color?" He continued to dodge the shrapnel from the tree's splinters. He unloaded another shot yet again.

"Don't get me started..."

Jukassa fell towards the ground on all fours and landed with a loud "OMPH!" Travin dodged the splinters as they fell, and fired another blast at the thing.

Jukassa glared at Travis's blade, "I thought the Alliance were the only ones who possessed gold crystals..." Luckily for him, he had his own Lightsaber to defend with too, despite his severe lack of experience. He ignited his lightsaber and a hot pink blade shot out. Jukassa growled, "Damn you Heruka!"

Travin looked at Jukassa's blade, "I thought you fought with a Viridian color?" He continued to dodge the shrapnel from the tree's splinters. He unloaded another shot yet again.

"Don't get me started..."
"Hot Pink?" Travis chuckled at Jukassa's new blade. "Nice new blade you got!"

Unfortunately, the mirth was short-lived as Travin still had to deal with the Shock Troopers who began firing a combination of beam attacks and Freeze attacks to slow up the man. Meanwhile, to the shock of Travis and the other boy, the demon pulled out its own rib and straightened it out, attacking them like a fencer would.

"What's with this freak?!" Travis yelled as he barely dodged the demon's blows. When his lightsaber swiped for the demon, the bone connected for a second before it began to burn through and the demon growled in pain for some reason. At that moment, Travis gained more confidence. "A freak, but not much of one I'd--Oof!"

Of course, being punched in the gut and slamming into a tree bark back first put a quick and brutal end to Travis' overconfidence. Nevertheless, the demon was astonished that the golden blade had such power as to burn through his own bones, whereas other lightsabers couldn't even scratch them! So, this was the boy that would grow up to become Emperor. Well, the demon would make sure that he dies, here and now and stalked closer to Travis...

"Hot Pink?" Travis chuckled at Jukassa's new blade. "Nice new blade you got!"

"I'll deal with you later..." Jukassa opened his force senses to scan the area for any vicious animals to send after this demon. And it would appear that there were...


Unfortunately, the mirth was short-lived as Travin still had to deal with the Shock Troopers who began firing a combination of beam attacks and Freeze attacks to slow up the man. Meanwhile, to the shock of Travis and the other boy, the demon pulled out its own rib and straightened it out, attacking them like a fencer would.

"What's with this freak?!" Travis yelled as he barely dodged the demon's blows. When his lightsaber swiped for the demon, the bone connected for a second before it began to burn through and the demon growled in pain for some reason. At that moment, Travis gained more confidence. "A freak, but not much of one I'd--Oof!"

Of course, being punched in the gut and slamming into a tree bark back first put a quick and brutal end to Travis' overconfidence. Nevertheless, the demon was astonished that the golden blade had such power as to burn through his own bones, whereas other lightsabers couldn't even scratch them! So, this was the boy that would grow up to become Emperor. Well, the demon would make sure that he dies, here and now and stalked closer to Travis...

Travin loaded his gun again as he swore aloud about how his blasts were doing very little towards this freak of nature. Fortunately for him, the grass behind him shuffled quietly as a pack of some of natures deadliest creatures (http://thecia.com.au/reviews/j/images/jurassic-park-3-7.jpg), save man, arrived on the scene and leapt onto the demon.

"I'll deal with you later..." Jukassa opened his force senses to scan the area for any vicious animals to send after this demon. And it would appear that there were...

Travin loaded his gun again as he swore aloud about how his blasts were doing very little towards this freak of nature. Fortunately for him, the grass behind him shuffled quietly as a pack of some of natures deadliest creatures (http://thecia.com.au/reviews/j/images/jurassic-park-3-7.jpg), save man, arrived on the scene and leapt onto the demon.
"Raagh!" The demon was horribly distracted from his prey by the vicious velociraptors and was forced to fight them off.

"Oy, where'd you learn that trick?" Travis asked Jukassa, but blood splattered everywhere as the demon tore off a raptor's head. "Never mind, tell me later. Let's get out of here!"

Her bare feet were hurting, as she ran as fast as her legs out take her. Unlike before, calluses had yet to form, since this new body was only a few hours old, but still she had to push on. She had to help, as she winced through the pain, trying to reach Travis. Luckily for her, they had not made it more than half a mile outside the temple.

As Hera approached, cloaked in the force, she saw her target. The blob men were engaging some sort of blizzard guns, while Travis whirled about with his gold lightsaber attacking some kind of sith with bones protruding out of his body.

Hera stayed silent, as she took off her rifle. She breathed deeply, as she steadied her rifle, slowly aiming it towards the demon.

The demon however continued to move fast, as she waited for her shot. Moments passed, as Hera waited, waited for Travis to get far enough away from the damn bastard. But each time Travis tried to pull away, the demon stayed with him.

“Mother Frakker, I can’t get a clear shot.” Hera thought to herself. “Frak it.” She exclaimed, as she put the rifle back on her shoulder, and reached around her waist and grabbed her lightsaber. “Got to do this the old fashioned way.”

Hera got up, and began to walk towards the dueling pair. Travis jumping and doing is flashy stuff, as the Demon matched him with ease. Hera stayed stealthed, as she got closer. The bitter cold began to hit her. She closed her eyes for a moment, ‘There is no cold.” she said to herself. There is no cold....

AS she approached, a small bubble formed around her, to keep the elements out. She watched and waited for an opportunity to attack then it came.

“Lets get out of here.” Travis replied, as he moved slightly out of the way of the demon, as the demon was being distracted with a pack of raptors. Hera now positioned behind the demon decided it was time to make her move. She activated her purple lightsaber, working her way through the raptor pack. Then her moment came. She could see the sith's back, as he proudly held up the head of one of the raptors. As the blood splattered over Travis, she made her move. She took her lightsaber and lunged at the demons' back. Hopefully he would be too distracted with the raptors and wanting to kill Travis to notice her, until her blade was inside his back.

(Sorry for the crap post)

Athena then turned to Vicky. “Oh this, it is from Santa.” Athena said with a smile. She lowered the bag, to see what Hera had left inside. She unzipped the bag, and reached inside. “Oh this is for you Vicky, it says you have been a good girl.” as she took out a black sheathed Katana. Athena then tossed it at the youngest of the hybrids. “Merry Christmas.” Athena replied to Vicky. As Vicky unsheathed the katana, she would notice that interwoven in the design of the blade, in red letters in old geminise, it said the exact same thing as the Jian. Athena then reached down again and looked inside.

“Empress.” Athena said, speaking to her for directly without any hostile tone since they met. “It would look like your son has been good as well.” She replied as she produced the Jian out of the bag. “Where is he, so that we can give this to him?” Athena asked the Empress.

Athena then reached inside, and pulled out a lightsaber. “Oh isn’t this lovely.” Athena replied, as she pulled out a ornate black and gold handled lightsaber. She pressed the on switch, as the red blade shot out of it. “Oh isn’t that amusing.” Athena said looking at the blade. “I hate red.” as she deactivated the lightsaber and placed the lightsaber on her hip. “Well lets go there is nothing else here.”

Vicky took the katana and twirled it a bit, as it lay in its scabbard, as she walked with the party. She recognized the distinctive blade, favored by samurai, anime fans and martial arts enthusiasts from the MCMAP training exercises. She knew how to use one pretty well. It would be somewhat similar to using a lightsaber, with the added difficulty of the heft a steel blade would provide. Not too bad though. Vicky had always been a strong woman, and her family, thanks to their lineage, had that element of strength in them that got them out of tricky anti-Imperius combat situations.

As she opened the new blade, she felt a rush of power. The weapon was oddly....empowering? That was the best word, if somewhat redundant. It made her feel strong, like she was the "Juggernaut, Bitch!" where no weapons could harm her and she was indeed, the baddest mofo in the world. No, the universe.

And she smiled. Rather slyly. She could then be heard muttering quietly and briefly to herself, in a cowboy drawl, "There's a new sheriff in town." Then she shook her head, and closed the blade with a surprised face, thinking, "Woah. Just...woah."

Unknowingly, the latent "Spider Sense" she had been born with all her life, what she recognized as something that got her out of trouble, that muted, latent Force ability, was interacting with the blade, somehow, someway. And it had just drawn out something....

"Raagh!" The demon was horribly distracted from his prey by the vicious velociraptors and was forced to fight them off.

"Oy, where'd you learn that trick?" Travis asked Jukassa, but blood splattered everywhere as the demon tore off a raptor's head. "Never mind, tell me later. Let's get out of here!"

With the Demon distracted by the raptors, Travin took the oportunity to fire his weapon at the shock troopers. Meanwhile, Jukassa ran along side with that annoying Masaki kid, "I learned that trick a while brat. The Masters back in the Temple think I have the potential to control a Rancor, possibly even a creacher such as the Voxyn. Anyways, where are we going now?"

With the Demon distracted by the raptors, Travin took the oportunity to fire his weapon at the shock troopers. Meanwhile, Jukassa ran along side with that annoying Masaki kid, "I learned that trick a while brat. The Masters back in the Temple think I have the potential to control a Rancor, possibly even a creacher such as the Voxyn. Anyways, where are we going now?"

Unfortunately for the Shock Troopers, they were only mooks and promptly got pwnzorz (Travis' word, believe me!) by Travin's explosive tank-killing gun and blew up as all robots are wont to do.

Now that that was out of the way, we can get back to our regularly scheduled duel. Seriously, it was a 4:10 pm appointment.

"Raaagh!" Hera managed to hurt the deadly demon, but not nearly enough as shown by the violent dark-energy explosion that threw the distractions into the forest. Finally clear of the distraction, the demon decided to waste no more time and rushed for Travis.

"Who are you calling brat?!" Travis yelled back at Jukassa. "And we're going...somewhere!"

Then...

"Ack! He's gaining!" Travis yelled again, looking back.

The Demon took a terrifying lunge and nearly reached the two when a giant paper airplane crashed into him, causing nasty paper cuts.

"Pick on someone your own size, Kimimaro!" Agent Paper shouted confidently.

"Foolish girl! Step aside!" Kimimaro growled.

"Who the hell are you?" Travis asked Agent Paper.

"Later! Fight first!" Paper replied curtly, forming a paper sword out of the paper airplane.

"Paper? What's paper going to do against this guy?" Travis asked, not realizing that she's one of the best of his future-self's agents for a reason.

Is he really the Emperor? Geez, what a dumb kid! Thus was the first impression she had of Travis Masaki, but she grinned anyway. "You'll see."

Unbeknownst to Travis at this moment, a very small agent also landed, but ended up in his pocket. Agent Chibi chuckled. "Hehe! Wait till this kid gets a load of me! I'm not much for battling, but I'm good at other things."

But for now, battle has begun again!

Travin glared, "Agent Paper? You're who Travis sent back to help out the Coredians? Sheesh... Lemme guess, he also thought it would be convenient to send a guy who's like 4 inches tall and can hide in pockets... May as well send us a chiwawa or a Ewok of all creatures."

Jukassa looked up at the new Agent who just arrived. "... Paper... Paper?? Who uses paper against demons!? Jesus, no wonder the future seems so dull if that's the best future Travis can send for aid." He began to speak in the Veloceraptor tongue calling for the pack to continue their attack upon the demon.

The blade slipped into the demon’s back with ease, as Hera smiled. “This frakker is going to die.” she thought to herself, as her lust for revenge for the attack against her master took hold. She felt delight, and happiness, as the purple blade pierced his spine, burning with ease through his torso, and cutting open whatever organs the damned bony creature had.

As the blade burned against his body, she could smell his burnt flesh and marrow. It smelled, delightful to her. “Die.” she said, quietly to herself. Then the unexpected happened...

Out of the inner hole of the would, an energy began to build up. She had not noticed it before, but as it came, it hit her like a brick wall. The wall of unholy energy, slammed into her, as a rogue wave slams into a boat at sea. It was all encompassing, as her 105 pound body was lifted through the air, like a rag doll.

The next few moments were a blur, as she slammed through tree branches, and eventually came to rest against the trunk of a tree. The only thing she could really remember was the sound of the crack, and a sharp pain that shot through her body.

Hera looked up for a moment. She could see the trees, fading in and out, the blue sky, and the three moons. Her head began to feel warm. She raised her hand to her forehead, and touched it. Her forehead was warm, and it felt wet. She slowly lowered her hand to her eyes. All she could see was red.

“Look at yourself.” she heard in the back of her mind. “You are my apprentice, and you are laying here. There is an evil out there. You know better than to just sit there, get you ass up now.” she heard.

“Master.” she replied to herself.

“Hera Agathon, Get you ass up now and kill that sith piece of shit.” the voice grew even more agitated at her.

“Yes sir.” she replied, as she tried to get up. Pain shot through her legs. Her stomach felt like it was just sucker punched. As she stood up, the world seemed to be getting lighter, as it began to spin faster.

“Get up now!” the voice yelled in her ear. “I did not train you to sit on your ass, people are depending on you, you want to be droid. Or are you going to sit there and just lick your circuits.”

Hera reached to the ground and picked her up. “I am not a frakking toaster.” she yelled out. Hera concentrated on herself for a moment, as her body began to gain strength.

“Then prove it.” the voice replied.

Hera closed her eyes. “Come to me now.” she demanded, as her anger at the voice’s racist remarks continued in her mind. She opened her hand, as the lightsaber came to her. Hera opened her eyes, as they grew brighter, and more yellow. She took off running, as fast as she could, calling to the force to increase her speed and her strength. Then she came to it.

Hera watched as the Demon was speeding closer to Travis and Jukassa. Yet still they seemed to find time to have their tea and chatting. Coredians, who in the hell could understand them. She held out her hand, and reached for the speed of the demon. His speed was blinding, but that would make his fall all that much more painful. She reached out and locked his knee caps. With that, as she was running to him, it should soon be on the floor, helpless, long enough for her to take off his head, and turn it into a coffee mug.

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Athena turned to walk out of the metallurgy lab, as she heard Vicky mutter something. She turned to Vicky, as she could feel the link between the new master and the sword taking place. Athena could only smile. “Come on Wyatt Earp.” Athena said. “We need to go find the charges, and make sure they are safe.” Athena said.

Then she turned to the Empress. “Empress, where did you son go?” she asked her.

Travin glared, "Agent Paper? You're who Travis sent back to help out the Coredians? Sheesh... Lemme guess, he also thought it would be convenient to send a guy who's like 4 inches tall and can hide in pockets... May as well send us a chiwawa or a Ewok of all creatures."
Agent Chibi's veins popped on his head and he peeked out of Travis' pocket. "OY! For your information, I'm 3 inches tall!"

"Hey, who are you?" Travis asked.

"Um...Cory, at your service!" Agent Chibi grinned. "But get back in the fight!"

"Oh, sorry!"

Jukassa looked up at the new Agent who just arrived. "... Paper... Paper?? Who uses paper against demons!? Jesus, no wonder the future seems so dull if that's the best future Travis can send for aid." He began to speak in the Veloceraptor tongue calling for the pack to continue their attack upon the demon.

Another dumb brat?! This era is full of dumb kids! Sheesh! Agent Paper grumbled silently as she traded blows with the demon, the paper magically fighting well against the demon's bone sword.

Hera watched as the Demon was speeding closer to Travis and Jukassa. Yet still they seemed to find time to have their tea and chatting. Coredians, who in the hell could understand them. She held out her hand, and reached for the speed of the demon. His speed was blinding, but that would make his fall all that much more painful. She reached out and locked his knee caps. With that, as she was running to him, it should soon be on the floor, helpless, long enough for her to take off his head, and turn it into a coffee mug.
The demon suddenly stumbled as something locked his knees. He rolled instead of falling and got up, only to see that Jedi attack him again. With a feral grin, he struck her with a violent lightning barrage, then returned to fighting Agent Paper.

Athena turned to walk out of the metallurgy lab, as she heard Vicky mutter something. She turned to Vicky, as she could feel the link between the new master and the sword taking place. Athena could only smile. “Come on Wyatt Earp.” Athena said. “We need to go find the charges, and make sure they are safe.” Athena said.

Then she turned to the Empress. “Empress, where did you son go?” she asked her.
"He's supposed to head for the evacuation zone." The Empress replied. "We'll take care of everything here."

The room light up, as the two fought tooth and nail. Silver against green, as the lightsabers danced across in the room. I held up my sword, no way I was going to let this frakker take me out today. Then it came, as I swung at his head, he picked me up like a doll and slammed me against the wall again.

“Mother Frakker,” I yelled out, as I reached out to him. Quickly, I tried to grab his balls with the force and squeeze them into submission, as I lunged at his chest with my blade. Still his experience was too strong, as I found myself on the floor, with his second blade at my throat.

“You are getting better, hell you are almost a match for me in a fair contest.” Hawkins said to her. “However Combat and war are not fair. Do not fight with honor, do what you can to take the enemy down before they have a chance to take you down. They will come at you, not only with these weapons but with attacks that you can not imagine.”

“But Sir.” I replied, as I held up my hand for my master to help me up, “How in the hell can I defend against it.” I asked him.

“What do you know of defense?” Hawkins asked me.

“I know a little bit. I know that if you have peace, and move with the force, such attacks wash over you.” I replied, sure in my answer.

“Yes that is true, but then you still have to be hit. Do you feel peace when people are trying to kill you, or when you are trying to kill?” He asked me, his scarred face near mine as he reached down and helped me to get up.

“No sir.” was all I could say.

“Neither do I. Instead use their attacks to your advantage. Let me show you something else. Instead of being hit, use your lightsaber.” Hawkins answered.

“My lightsaber?” I asked him.

“Yes what do you think the force is? It is energy. The Masaki’s love there sith... I mean elemental attacks, yet it all comes from the same source. Your lightsaber is energy, and it repulses energy. Use that, and you can have it defend you, the same as it does against my blade. Now get up, and try this again.”

One Year Later, on Issus.

Hera watched with glee, as the demon fell to the ground. He rolled, as the tips pf some of his bones shattered on the hard ground below, under the weight and force of his body. Hera watched him fall and tumble. Then she decided to make her move. She began to run, with the force behind her.

“No, it is a trap Stop!” a voice came to me. The voice was familiar, sweet, elderly. “Emily?” I asked myself, as I found myself listening to her command out of instinct.

I looked around, “Could it be, Emily here?” I asked myself, as I turned around looking for you. “Where are you?” I asked.

“I am with you, as I always have been. As I am with your sister. But you do not have time to ask questions, Hera. Listen, and watch.” the kind elderly woman whispered in my ear.

“Watch what?” I asked her as I looked at my fallen prey. He was tumbling, helpless, an easy mark. Like a fawn in a bear trap, he was easy game. I felt no pity for the demon, no sympathy for this devil. Only the glee from ending his existence.

“This is what, you are falling Hera. You are turning into the very enemy you hunt. Listen to your heart cry out for his death. See your emotions, scream for more blood, and above all else watch you only being concerned about yourself. There is a much bigger picture here than yourself.” Emily spoke to her.

I could not help but to grow angrier as she spoke to me. “Emily, he killed Hawkins” I yelled out loud.

“No.” the reassuring voice spoke to her, “You do not know that for certain. Even if he did, would Hawkins want you to do this, when there is a better way. You are an intelligent girl, think for a moment.” The voice of Emily pleaded with me.

Emily was a dear, she was the closest thing I ever had to a mother, but damn if she could not be annoying and persistent at times. “Why?” I asked her.

“Because he is baiting you watch.” Emily replied. Hera turned her attention to the demon. As his roll stopped, he got up and looked at the young hybrid. He raised his hands up and tossed what could be nothing more than a “Frak you” bolt of lightning to me.

I watched as the energy jumped across the distance. I had to act. I raised my blade to the bolt, and prayed to God, that Hawkins was right. “Concentrate on the energy and do not fear Hera.” Emily spoke once more. So I did, as the Lightning hit, it hit only the light saber, as it channeled into the hilt.

“Good, now you are beginning to fight like a Jedi and not a sith.” the voice spoke to me once more.

I could not help but to roll my eyes at the cheesiness of her last words. ‘We can argue later, but he needs to die.” I said to her.

“Do not worry, he will. For now though just watch for a moment. Look around you. See that girl with the paper sword. Look at how he seems to be focusing on her more than you, do you know why that is?” Emily’s voice asked me.

“Because she is protecting what he wants.” Hera replied.

“Exactly. Look at his wound. That is a mortal wound. You ruptured many organs and nerve endings and still he has not given up. Why?” the voice of Rydo asked me once again.

“Because he has a purpose. He is shrugging away his pain, to complete it.” I told her. “He is like a deer. You can shoot it though the heart, and it can run up to a quarter of a mile away. Once it feels safe, it will lay down and die.” I told her.

“Then you know how to defeat him. Take away his purpose, and he will fade away into nothingness. Use that.” Emily told me.

And so I did. I closed my eyes for a moment. In this moment, I covered the real Travis Masaki in the force, hiding him from sight, as he was talking to the mouse and Jukassa. In his stead, and a completely fluid movement so no one would ever know the difference even if they stared at Travis, the new Travis, activated his light saber. The gold blade ignited as he ran foolishly as he is want to do and wildly at the demon.

“Leave my friends Alone.” Travis yelled at the demon, as he held his arms back for a long swing at the demon, leaving himself open completely to a quick jab and mortal wound from the demon.

In the metallurgy Lab.

Athena said nothing, as she walked out. She held the bag tight to her, including Travis Masaki’s Jian. She just began to run to the new sight, as she began to feel a tremor in the force. Athena stopped for a moment and listened. With Katrina and Vicky near by, Athena could not help herself. “You stupid bitch, you should not be doing that.” With those words, Athena called the force to her and vanished, in black mist, similar to the purple mist from before.

Athena turned to walk out of the metallurgy lab, as she heard Vicky mutter something. She turned to Vicky, as she could feel the link between the new master and the sword taking place. Athena could only smile. “Come on Wyatt Earp.” Athena said. “We need to go find the charges, and make sure they are safe.” Athena said.

Then she turned to the Empress. “Empress, where did you son go?” she asked her. . .

. . .In the metallurgy Lab.

Athena said nothing, as she walked out. She held the bag tight to her, including Travis Masaki’s Jian. She just began to run to the new sight, as she began to feel a tremor in the force. Athena stopped for a moment and listened. With Katrina and Vicky near by, Athena could not help herself. “You stupid bitch, you should not be doing that.” With those words, Athena called the force to her and vanished, in black mist, similar to the purple mist from before.

Vicky could only look on with confusion at the day's events. First Athena called her Wyatt Earp--why she didn't know--and second of all, the woman just up and disappeared into thin air. Wasn't this a B?

Vicky then picked up a PDA and called Dr. Jones, muttering, "That reminds me. I gotta check in nn my charge."

It turned out Jones was fine, only wondering what the hell was going on....

The illusion Hera had unleashed worked almost too well as the Demon roared in triumph at having felling his prey. It also worked well on everyone but Travis as they shouted his name.

"Why's everyone shouting my name? I'm right here?" Travis asked. Then he felt it...a presence in the Force he hasn't sensed since... "Hera?!"

Meanwhile...

Agent Paper gasped in horror as 'Travis' foolishly charged the demon and was killed for his trouble. She then grew enraged. "You bastard! I'll take you down!"

She opened up more books of empty paper and had the leaves flow around herself like a hurricane. Then each leaf of paper hardened to the constitency of durasteel and launched themselves at the demon. He attempted to shield his body with bone but to no avail as the paper were like bullets, slicing into the very bones that were meant to protect himself and reaching to cut the flesh and make him die from a thousand knife slashes. Roaring in pain, he fled, his mission seemingly accomplished and the paper storm followed him. It seems that this was the end of him...

Agent Chibi, however, somehow knew that Travis was still alive. Feeling warmth still being produced can't take away from that, after all. "Jeez. I wouldn't want to make you mad, Yomiko!"

But Yomiko wasn't answering as she rushed over to 'Travis' body, sobbing and yelling for him to get up. Travis was confused about that and walked over to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Hey. I'm alive. Can't you see me?"

Right then, the illusion ended.

Yomiko stopped sobbing long enough to notice that there was no body, and in fact, the kid was alive. "Huh? What? I thought..."

Travis chuckled. "Hera Agathon must've put an illusion over us to stop that bastard."

Suddenly, Yomiko looked flustered and her cheeks flushed with crimson. "Well...I...Damn her for making me make a fool of myself!"

Hera could not help but to smile, as the demon who thought Travis had died. She watched Travis’ body fall, as his guts were torn open by the bone sword of the demon. Curiously however, the lady who loved paper, seemed to get really upset.

“Why is she getting so upset?” Hera asked as she watched the woman become filled with rage. “She is new, why would she care?” Hera could not help but to wonder, as the paper barrage began to fly at the demon.

“Why do you care about Hawkins?” Emily asked.

“Because after you rejected me, he was the only one that took me in.” Hera said quietly to the phantom of Emily.

“Hera, you were never rejected. I was unable to help you further, you needed to go to him.” the ghost replied.

“It no longer matters.” Hera replied softly. She turned to the group of people in the jungle, no further than forty yards away at this point. She watched Paper crying. She could feel the anquish of the woman.

“How long are you going to let her be in pain?” Emily asked Hera.

Hera looked down, as she watched her wounded prey leave. She could only hope that now he would go lay down and die, as Emily had hinted at. “Not much longer.” Hera said. Slowly she released the force, as Travis Masaki’s body vanished, and the real Travis laid alive and well.

“What will you do now?” She whispered to herself. No reply came.

Hera slowly turned around and began to walk way. Her feet rustled in the falling leaves. Then came the smoke cloud, and the blond haired woman. “What are you doing?” she asked her older sister. “Do you not realize that if they find out you are alive...” Athena began to scold Hera.

"I died." Hera replied, coldly. "I am dead." she said. Athena could not believe her ears. "No Hera, do not be a stupid bitch, or a frakking emo." Athena replied. "You resurrected. Yes you died, but you know what get over yourself. Sure you frakked up. Guess what, who gives a shit. You came back, your memories, your soul, everything is in a new body. SO unless you want to spend this life lamenting over nothing lost, then snap the hell out of it." Athena told her.

Hera said nothing. Athena just looked at her sister, and she could no longer contain herself. Athena balled up her fist and decked Hera. Hera's face, turned sideways, as blood began to drip from her nose. In a moment of instinct, Hera through a right jab into Athena's stomach. Athena doubled over in pain for a moment, as both of them reached for a knife. Then there was nothing but laughter from the pair.

And so, the battle ended.

Of course, Hera and Athena suddenly got dirty looks as suddenly, those present noticed them socking each other, then laughing like loons.

Travis, who did not realize Hera was dead and now resurrected, walked up to them. "Hey. It was getting kinda sticky there, but thanks. I still can't believe you had such power...and um...it looks like you two know each other already."

Agent Paper, however, was peeved as she saw Hera and Athena yukking it up. "Laugh it up! Yes, just laugh up the fact that I made a fool of myself in front of everyone!"

"At least he's gone. Who are you, anyway?" Travis asked. "I know the small guy's Cody, but you're..."

"Oh, excuse me. Yomiko Readman, at your service. We, too, are travellers from the future, sent to protect you." Agent Paper smiled and bowed.

"Oh...uh...well...ok." Travis didn't know what to think about the crowd that suddenly sprung up to protect him like bodyguards, including three hot chicks. He was feeling...squeezed. Man, I feel like I'm in one of those crazy anime where everything just suddenly drops on your head in the first episode...

"I need an asprin." Travis grumbled, rubbing his head as he tried to process the day's crazy schemes. Mad robots, bitchy time travellers, dastardly demons...it was almost too much for him to take in at once.

The two laughed and laughed for a moment, as if they had both lost their minds. Sisters, even separated by some strange time wank are still sisters. Then came Travis and his paper lover. The pair stopped laughing as they looked to the Travis and his agent. “Look what you have done.” Athena said to Hera, as she smacked Hera across the back of the head. “You should not have come here.” Athena replied.

“Just because you are a anal retentive bitch, does not mean I am going to let people I care about get hurt.” Hera replied to Athena.

Athena lowered her head for a moment, fine, new plan, “Hello Masaki, good to see you again paper.” Athena said to the woman with the notebook.

Hera looked at Travis, “I do not have power.” she replied.

Athena sighed, “Got to forgive her, she is touched in the head.” Athena replied, as Hera smacked Athena upside the head. “So are you now.” Hera replied.

Athena stopped and rubbed the back of her head. “You whore.”

Then she heard Paper cry about her broken Ego. Athena looked at paper and smiled, “You should not let your emotions concern you on a mission.” Athena said smiling at her. Then Travis began his whole song and dance about asprine.

Hera just smiled at Travis. Athena shook her head. “We do not have time for this, we need to get you guys somewhere safe til we can teach you to defend yourselves. We can not stay in this time forever, at some point you will have to do things on your own. There is a now abandoned cylon base about five miles from here. If we move now we can get there before dark. It is safer than anyother place on this planet. I suggest we move now.” Athena ordered more than asking.

"Yes, perhaps that's a good choice." Agent Paper recovered surprisingly fast. "Let's go there."

Travis and Jukassa were soon ushered to safety as Agent Chibi sat on Travis' head, looking for any danger.