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Zail was glad to finally get off the train, even if he was sepreated from Geneava and was now running alongside with his supposed 'daughter' Kalis, one of the many people who was all up for killing him on the spot. Had he done what they claimed he had done he would proubly agree, however seeing that is what not and that he had been lied to, cheated, almost killed on more then once, one of those many times by the same female he was currently running with and ultimaly lead to here...

Zail couldn't careless about their fate, long as he got away from here, got Geneava out and retrieve the Orb, the sole reason he had been lead here to begin with. Kalis turned and he turned with her as the group further roke and dispersed making their pursuit that much harder on whoever and whatever was looking for them. Zail was not from this planet, not even from this time and knew next to nothing about the devices and gizmos that they ran past. People moved out their way as they ran, some doing a double take and staring wide eyed with fear in their eyes at him. He suppose he did make quite a sight: Large Sliver-grey wings, black long-coat and of course his weapon the double bladed Voulge: Silverwind and within it foremost amongst the other souls strapped in the blade his life mate Tela.

Zail slide a bit as they hit another turn, wondering exactly he was being lead to.

Zaraki and Geneava made a sprint through the crowded main street. He motioned for her to turn down an alley. People of every class whether rich or dirt poor started as them as they darted further away from the docking station. A few streets in this giagantic city was nothing. It was More then half the size of the United States, and sat on top of what was left of the central atlantic region. People from all over Earth and some from Velgoth, and fallen from the Arch and the Abyss were the population. The sun shined here, however daylight was a perpetual sunset. Only fading when the night arose to swallow it up.

Zaraki made a stop right in the middle of a bridge crevice and knelt down to catch his breath. He gave Geneava a curious look, but let it fade away with his common sense. She was a fallen, and he was a human with adept supernatrual skills. There was a clear gap between them in physical stamina.

"Let me figure out exactly where we are. I've never been to the very edge of the city and stayed around. My sense of direction is a little off."

He frowned as he looked down at her. This was sure as well some way to hit it off. Getting a womans personal intrest was indeed a chore. Especially one that wasn't human.
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Kalis ran with Zail, keeping herself in a steady pace so that Zail wouldn't fall behind. She knew who to go to. Mesa. The old man that had given the rebels the Diamond Dust Theory. A street, another street. An alley. Then an apartment building. Kalis stopped at the door and turned to Zail.

"Bear with me and I'll bear with you. We're stopping to see a contact. He may know you. Or at least of you."

Kalis didn't wait for Zail to respond and opening the door. Climbing the stairs.

Geneava looked at Zaraki and raised an eyebrow but said nothing, keeping her distance from him and instead kept her eye out on the the crowd. Like Zail she was dragged into a time not of her own, a battle not of her own choosing and now with someone she had little to no respect for.

She hated her luck.

She had wanted to blame Zail for her problems at first, but he like her was brought to this desolate place agiasnt thier will. Stuck the only choice they had now was to go along with whatever crazy plan that they and the other 'her' came up with. If only she had been pulled along with the group that Zail was with...

' Zail? Where are you?' She sent though their private mental connection. No response, a bad sign.

" You gotta be kidding me." She said out loud to no one in paticular. the sooner this was over the better. Geneava couldn't wait to get back home.
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Zail didn't say anything other then look at her blankly. To him there wasnt really much of a choice save follow along and learn what he could till he could do something to get away and go back, at least to get Geneava back to the 'when' she was. for the moment he put that thought in the back of his mind and brought up his mental defenses, you never know who might be trying to get into your head...

Zail watched Kalis climb the stairs and then followed suit, closing the door behind him. Closing his wings and drawing his weapon close to his body he followed her up, sliently marveling the light fixtures, still not use to the fact that they didn't use flames to stay lit and further casuing him to remember that this was a place he didn't belong. Pushing those thoughts aside he claimed after Kalis, furthering his plot for escape.

Zaraki watched the sunset like sky as the seconds passed before him like bullets. Time. It was the only thing really on their side now. They had retrieved the items to free the earth. But at the same time had put the ultimate weapon in danger. He wasn't totally aware of what the resistance was planning, however if they screwed up there wouldn't be a world city or even an Earth to wage war on. Knowing something like this and keeping it from what it rested in really ailed Zaraki.

"Could you not complain? The Lt. Doesn't get mad over nothing, you and her are the same person so it shouldn't be such a problem for you. Lets start heading to prefecture 5, once we get there I can shape things together at the resistance compound."

Zaraki began climbing back up onto the bridge looking back at Geneava and her obiously pissed facial expression.

"You know a light and easy conversation would lighten up the mood. It'd be better if we got to know eachother while we travel through this over sized metropolis."

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Kalis didn't even knock on the apartment door. She undid the lock with a simple thought, and pushed it open entering it. The stench of marijuana smoke was heavy as she covered her mouth and yelled under a muffled tone.

"Mesa!!! Old man!!! Are you here? Better are you sober enough to hear me?!"

An elderly yet energetic old man with a carribean accent yelled back.

"Yes child... Now close the door, your lettin out da good ol ganja smoke. Can't an old man utilize the mary j in peace?!"

A average height, old man with greying dreadlocks and dark skin stepped into the living room and cut the lights on. His eyes weren't a normal color. They were purplish, yet flashed silver everytime he took a hit of weed. The bottom of his palms had something on them that didn't resemble skin, more like the pads on a pathers paw. he wasn't human, but seemed to act the role to fool those who need be.

"What brings you bak so earli, you and that blasted japanese boi ain't change a goddamn thing. I'd rather attempt to Restore the Arch and the Abyss than this mumbo-"

He stopped when he took a hard look at Zail as she entered the room. Sucking in his breath to push down his high and focus heavily.

"Zail Tenarru? Before the orb... Gaia has given us a blessing from her seeds!!! It's been ages!!!"

He rushed to shake Zails hand, as if he knew him.

Geneava gave Zaraki a sidelong glance.

" Mood? Haha! Listen, I don't know who you think you are talking to, but like Zail, I'm not your friend. Anyone who would threaten my life is no friend of mine. And if you think I'm like her, your dead wrong." Geneava's eyes begin to glow a smoldering red.

One of her hands twitched, eager for the comforting grip of her pistols...an urge she fought down, regrettibly.Besides people where watching. They were acting like they weren't, going about there way, but the general noise came down a few knots as people slowed a bit to hopefully catch what was going be said next, their eyes open for the next action. Geneava felt like she was on exibit. She shrugged the feeling off as she walked towards then pass Zaraki.

" Let's go to wherever you are taking me."
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Zail smelt something...odd long before Kalis opened the door and when she did he couldn't help but cough a bit, eyeing the smoke with an eye of suspscion. Even though Kalis walked though it with apperentlly no concerns, Zail was a different story entirely, taking a half step back to get away from it, even fanning it away from him with his coat. Whatever it was, it was strong enough to cause his eyes to itch, irrtating them to the point where he wasn't paying much attention till he heared his name called. Then he spied the old man coming at him.

Reacting with ages old reflexs, Zail drew his remaining dagger, wincing slightly at the fact that its twin was gone forever.

" Come near me and I'll gut you" Zail said steadily, trying to read the old man as well as warn him.

Looking at the old man's face didn't bring anything familiar about the old man, however the only thing Zail got from him was the very, very faint essance of the Fallen about him,perhaps some long late offspring? Zail shook his head, the something about the smoke was starting to get to him.

Zaraki touched an outpost that seemed to be made of concrete. A glass sheet emegered from the surface and projected an image made up of yellow and red light. A small model of the city was projected, as Zaraki point his finger into the center it showed the city street that they were on. He looked closely moved across the image and finally closed it. He turned to Geneava and beckconed her to follow him, as they walked he pushed a question her way.

"I never did ask Zail and my information on this is limited. Just what the hell are Fallen anyway? Your not angels, yet your revered as demi-gods..."

Turning a corner the two came to a dead end in an alley. Zaraki knelt down and grabbed a crease in the surface pulling up a platform revealing a makeshift tunnel. He set his hand out and moved to the side for Geneava to pass.

"Ladies first, even the inhuman."

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Mesa didn't flinch at Zails threat.

"Bardi-gra... you simple minded blood. Don't threaten one just as old as you. One who fell from the celestial plane along with our race into the sister worlds..."

Kalis, slightly annoyed and a bit impatient waved her hand across the room clearing the smoke and reaveling a brown and tan colored living room. An old couch and love seat sat on the corner with a coffee table in the middle. A visual screen was attached to the wall with various paintings of what looked like a cross between caribean and victorian art.

"Mesa... We don't have a lot of time. I need you to give him the information he needs so that we can move forward. It won't be long before the empire realizes that I'm in the city. You know what happens when the "F" alert is put out."

Mesa threw down his weed pipe and wiped his face. Looked at Zail and coughed. He then flipped off the light switch and snapped his fingers activating the visual screen. A white light filled the darkness as he muttered a simple spell. Kalis saw the light pass and the room become a replay of the Velgoth impact. However for Zail it was a different vision. He found himself in a white space surrounded by nothing. Almost as if he were back at the interdimension where the 'Gate' lay.

Mesa appeared infront of Zail as objects began to take shape.

"I figured I'd give you the story you've probably been wanting to hear since they brought you to this time. We'll keep the 'Catalyst' in the dark for now. Lets begin shall we. It all started 50 years ago when..."

The white space then suddenly materialized into 50 years before present day Earth as night passed and something came down from the stars.

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Illeyana felt backed into a corner. She has been chased into a subway tunnel by a squad of imperial officers. Each with an armed pulsar rifle. Ammo wasn't an issue for her. However fighting off the train had left her mana more than significantly spent. Materializing bullets was taxing for her, and she just barely using her physical stamina to keep on her feet. Shaking under the platform she listened as they advanced on her, each pointing a rifle in the direction of the wall. Grasping her rod she waited for the shots to break her cover so she could attack again. However at the most she only had about 2-4 minitues of rounds left in her before her mana ran out.

The first shot broke the pillar however a second shot didn't come. A small red light could be seen prom behind the ruble as a scream edged out and a body hit the floor black and charred.

"Attack from behind, enemy is using non-coventional- arghhh!"

The officer was thrown into the air by a fast moving object that zipped across and set fire to the ground wherever it rode.

"Retreat!!! Target is lost, make a report of fire based weaponry!!!"

The two remaining soliders fled the tunnel as the firey light came to a stop infront of Illeyana. The flames cleared to reveal a latino male with red and black spikey hair and a pair of glasses. His black jeans contrasted his silver and white leather jacket, and ice blue boots.

"What can I say? Your always a senorita in harms way, ain't you il?"

Illeyana sat up and smiled with a thankfullness.

"Keats... I only wish you have been doing your job and not clubbing and bagging..."

The last guardian mercenary had been revealed. Keats Diablo Pyro.

Geneava had been barely playing attention, absent-mindly following Zaraki and paying more attention to her surroundings. Here Fallen like her walked opemnly then they did from her time peroid, at least those that hailed from the Abyssial lines. And more importantly the humans for the most part didn't seem to mind, she even spotted a few Fallen and human couples together as strange as it was. So when she finally paid a bit of attention to him all she caught was.

"--the hell are Fallen anyway? Your not angels, yet your revered as demi-gods..." A simple question, with an complex answer. One that she wasn't going to indulge on.

" For a human who loves to mangle others lives up in your quest for what you deem is right, your awfully chatty." she retorted causally, watching some childern running in around, apperently kicking a can or something.

After the remark to two walked in slience, Zaraki intent on where they was going, Geneava on studing her surrondings, one never knew what could happen to save their life in the future...

So intent was she on studiny the areas they walked though she almost missed the turn that Zaraki had made. And even then when she saw that it was a dead end alley she went from passive alert to alarmed. He had already tried to make moves on her twice, was he going to go for a third? Geneava's mind raced with possiblities even as he kneeled down, Geneava was sliently pulling out her pistols. He had bested her once and now she knew a little of what he could do she knew better what to watch out for. So when he straigtened up after opening the hidden door way and turned towards her he could clearly see the two barrels staring at him.

"Ladies first, even the inhuman."

Geneava cocked both weapons. " No please, you go first, I insist."

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Zail whipped around, surrpressing another cough as everything about him suddenly changed. He half expected the familiar highly painful pains of traveling though...that space again. However when he heared the old man appered in front of him, Zail switched back to his guard. He hadn't known any Fallen to look....so old, like a human. And something about him didn't seem right. He could sense something Fallen about him, but something was missing, or added...

Again the surroundings changed this time showing a mostly blue-green orb...and something streaking towards it, fast. In fact that object was looking more and more familiar as it came closer, till it wasn't something, but somebody who looked highly familiar...

" Thats...me?"

Zara frowned at Geneavas guns.

"Guns from the pre-impact age are useless stop pointing those things at me. I'm not imtimidated..."

Zara stepped into the shaft, removing Sasori from it's sheath using it's green light to show his path. It was a tunnel connected to the sewers, however the stench was almost clean. The running water could be heard lightly as they made their way down the tubes. They traveled for around 15 minitues going across small river bridges until they came to what looked like a makeshift shaft in the walls. Zaraki slammed his right palm onto the surface which prompted another sheet of glass to cover it. It scanned his prints and lit green as the wall moved away to reveal another passage.

"Don't be alarmed. I'm not going to try anything."

Moving through the passage the two heard the walls seal shut behind them. Zara made a stop just as his foot crossed a white line. A pulsar rifle was cocked and shoved into the side of his skull. Followed by a blunt statement.

"You know you could've annouced you were coming ocne you got into the city... The Borrows told us you were here a few hours ago. How was the past?"

Zara smiled and gave the person a quick response.

"Well we have... Shards of the orb. And we brought the man in his former self here. Even a little extra that I never thought I would see."

The person moved the gun away and pulled him across the line as the lights all came on at once. It was like an undergoirund bunker for the nazi's back in WW2. Save, this one was more up to it's century. Monitor screens all across the walls. People on computers doing data checks, and contact anyaliss. The resistance compound 'Series', the only underground outpost within the world city. The man that had pointed the gun at Zaraki gave him a smile and patted him on the head. Leading both Zara and Geneava down the halls toward the southern end. Zaraki was happy to see an old friend. Leonard. His childhood buddy that had survived the rebellion assault with him when they were very young.

"So what is this Muskrats nest that they've told us about?"

"The device that'll cancel out their attempts to get more fire power from the sister world. But I'll show you guys that in a second. Who's your lady friend?"

Leonard gave Geneava a look up and down, then looked at her closely. Gasped. And asked the question Geneava was more than annoyed with.

"Lt. Geneava?!!!"

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The Green light traveled down onto the surface at an alarming speed. It's rays could be seen from every corner of the globe, not a cloud in the sky to block it's view. People of every race, age, and gender watched in awe at it's radiance rained down onto our world. Fooled by it's light that it was simply a meteor, or comet. Humans we're on the edge of their seats as it come closer, closer, closer... Then it Hit The Floor.

The impact literally shook the Earth up. As the shock spread an explosion spreading across the planes. Leveling cities in less than a second, sinking glaciers, and erasing parts of civilzation. For a few moments it was as if the planet had been engulfed in light. When it passed there was smoke moving across every inch of the planet. Slowly clearing the crater where the light had fallen.
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The imperial soldier cowered as he was questioned by his superior. The enormous american man brushed bread crumbs from his beard as he yelled into the mans face.

"An entire Tatical Squad... And not a single rebel cauptured from the train? Free rebels in the city? More than 50? Do you realize what has happened? We've been infiltrated..."

The solider began to explain what had occured.

"Furher the mercanries on board were more powerful than what we've encountered. They appear as skillful as the ones that attacked the Emeraude compund when the weapon was stolen 6 years ago."

The man got up. Revealing his Silvery long hair pulled back into a pony tail. Green emerald eyes, and a purple military suit that showed a first bearing the symbol of Zail.

"I want a memory scan of all soldiers involved in the train assault. Contact Michanglo, I need to speak with him.

"Yes Furher Gran..."

The large man sat back down thinking, watching, waiting.

He was Furher Gran Viento. The supreme commander of the military.

The Bullet of Zail.

Geneava didn't say anything, she lowered the barrels to the ground but did not place them back in their holsters. Let him think that she was trying to imtimidate him, let him also think that these were just normal weapons, it suited her needs just fine...

Zaraki drew his blade and they both descended into the darkness, Zaraki leading. While Zaraki lead with the glow of his blade Geneava was able to see quite well in the darkness. The place was damp but not overly so and smelt faintly of sewage. Geenava resisted an urge to gag and contuined to follow Zaraki. They didn't have to walk too long before a muzzle appaered from a blind corner, straight at Zaraki's skull and Geneava on reflex pointed one hgun to the fore, at Zaraki and the other behind her, cursing sliently to herself.

"You know you could've annouced you were coming ocne you got into the city... The Borrows told us you were here a few hours ago. How was the past?" came a voice, Geneava assumed it was the wielder of the weapon.

"Well we have... Shards of the orb. And we brought the man in his former self here. Even a little extra that I never thought I would see." was Zaraki's reply.

Though the owner of the weapon withdrew his weapon Geneava didn't lower hers till the lights came on, dazzling her eyes till they re-adjusted. Where there was only darkness and slience had now gave away to light and the noise of people at work. Geneava immeadeatly noted areas of key intrest and in the process missed out on most of the converstation between the two friends as she wondered what kind of magic or decvice could make an illision that also erased noise levels....

Then she noticed that Zaraki's friend was staring at her. And then he made the mistake of calling her someone elses name.

"Lt. Geneava?!!!"

Geneava walked up to him, smiling disarmingly... and then with unhuman grace and speed, planted a high-laced booted kick between his legs.

" Call me by that name again and I'll be sure to do worse." she said as he went down in a heap. There was a stunned slience and Geneava made the most of it by holstering her weapons with an air of coolness. That done she glanced around the area, taking in everything and everyone openly. She then looked at Zaraki.

" He brought it upon himself." she said with a shrug.
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Michanglo stood up and stretched, chuckling at himself when he felt the soft crackle of a joint pop back into place. While there was little that intrested him besides serving the Light of the Divine, he had over the ages found himself intrested in the human practices of yoga, one of the few things that he allowed himself to learn from them. And he had to say that for a bunch of mortals so far removed from the one real Light, they had done something that was an actual breakthough in their short timespan in creation.

Stretching done, Michanglo began to shift though his recently 'acquired' memories from a most interesting person. Though he only wished he had more time, its not everyday that you meet someone who is/would be a god...

He hadn't even started yet when a slient mental alarm went off, alerting him to the the prescense of a group of people, making their way to him. From the amount of movemnt they was making they was in a rush to be somewhere. Michanglo let out a small sigh, as a small just of wind brushed him by, in the open air High Terrence, the small garden like area located high in the tower.

" 3...2...1..." Michanglo counted down and right on time the group, four of them Michanglo noted, entered the terrence, almost out of breath and Michanglo noticed with something akin to amusement they all wore the uniforms of ' Zail's Army' just as much as he was Zail's Advisor. Zail hardly was around and even when he was, he didn't say anything about the people using his name to further their own goals, Michanglo being one of them.

The group waited a moment, to catch thier breath and regain their military composure before attempting to approach him. Even as they marched towards him Michanglo could clearly see, that two of them were afried of him, their eyes arted this way and that expecting the worse and they trembled slightly, another one had a glossy look of awe of him and which Michanglo also noticed the feeling of another Fallen, though greatly diluted, a half-breed almost no more differnt then a human. Michanglo grimced in disguest at that. Which then left the last one, a human who at least gave off a bit of confedence, even if he'd rather be somewhere else.

However he did applaud the fact that they kept their eyes mostly on him and not having their gaze taken by the splender of the High Terrance and as such they rose a bit in his eyes, not much but a bit.

" Welcome to the High Terrance, how may I help you soldiers?" Michanglo asked camly, not letting his irratation show.

" Michanglo. We've been sent by Furher Gran to reqeust your presence." The man Michanglo noted had some resemblence of confidence spoke. He spoke a bit loudly and his voice shook a little but other then that he did his job as the groups spokesperson well enough.

" I see...and do you know what this is in regards to?" Michanglo asked.

"Sir, we was just told to get you, we was directed up here by some of the priesthood." the man replied, calming now that he saw that he wasn't going to be flayed alive. One never knew with rumors floating about....

Michanglo laughed mentally. Priesthood?! Hah! Shams and power-hungry bastards is more like it, Zail hasn't given his blessing to no one, ecspecially them!

" I see. Something must have come up then. Very well. See yourselves down and mind the stairs. Oh, where is he at?"

" Sir he is at Headquarters...and what do you mean 'see our way down' sir?" the man asked nervously, nothing just how high up they were...and that there was no walls in the near vicinty, save some feet behind them.

Michanglo grinned. They all looked at him with rising levels of fear, even the one who was staring at him with glazed over eyes.

" I mean take the stairs back down, I have...other means of transportation." Michanglo answered, walking towards the edge.

" Sir?! Wait you don't mean--!"

Michanglo walked over the edge and plummted.

Leonard fell to the ground grasping his groin. Attempting to hold back tears. A few people noticed what was going on and walked over to help him up. Leonard spoke through his winces as quickly as he could.

"Lets get down to business... i--i... ugh..."

Leonard was helped into a rolling chair, and strolled over to the two.

"What we've been working on. Will disrupt the portal storms, and allow us to keep the gate opened manually. Granted that we have a toll to pay. All we need is the 'catalyst' to open the gate so we can harnest it's energy. Where is she anyway...?"

Zara blinked and thought about exactly where Kalis was. He wasn't sure. If anything she either headed to the Grand Citadel or to see Mesa. One or the two.

"Probably to gather information. We've gotta lay low while the forces gather. The longer we can avoid an 'F' alert the better. If the imperials find out that Kalis is here..."

"I know. I remember what happened last time. The Southern tip of the city is still submerged in the sea..."

The last time the rebels made an assault on the city Kalis had gone berserk. On a higher level than what had occured in the tunnel. The girl was more destructive than Geneava or Zail had seen.

Leonard began rolling on his chair out of his office.

"I'll be back... Going to get this shit authorized by the general. You two stay in one place..."

Zara gave Geneava a look. One of curiosity and another of caution. Like it or not he had to work with her on some level to achieve the goals that he had worked hard for. However his personal intrest in the woman was becoming a distraction. He liked her, but the hostile enviroment was becoming a bit much for him to bear. A level of association between them needed to be created.

"So... Lt... Do you need a briefing...?"

He asked in a serious, yet somewhat playful tone.

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The sky's color changed that day. As did the color of the grass and the shape of the lands. Oceans tumbled onto continents, islands were swallowed by the sea. People were vaporized in an instant. Death, destruction, and terraformation. Thats what the light rained onto the Earth that day. The impact crater wasn't as big as previously thought. People half-dead, injured or umharmed made thier way to it's site. Smoke billowing from it as the Earth twisted and turned from the impact. Then something started to move, and made it;s way up to the top of the crater climbing out slowly.

A tall man, african american man in appearance, purple toned eyes, corn-rowed hair, large wings, a galant robe torn and beaten. It looked at the people stunned, confused, and shameful. Almost instantly people began to throw rocks at him. Curse at him. Question what he had done. The man simply stood up shraight and made silence among the people.

"Zail Tenaru. God of the Fallen. Seconded to the Divine. I Hail from Velgoth. A world among the stars such as yours..."

People instantly began yelling again cursing, spreading propoganda.

"So you decided to take over another world huh...? Came to Earth to enslave us!"

"Second to a the Divine? You are no divine, nobody but the 'Creator' himself, he is the One and only!"

Zail attempted to speak with the angry people. But as time passed more people gathered, more anger more confusion. Millions against one. It became bothersome. Zail released his palm out to the people then pointed to the horizon. Calming the storms that had arisen and pulling the shattered contients back together. Molding something out of what had been destroyed.

"So this is what is on the other side of that Gate that Iblis is bound to... Another planet, similar to Velgoth... Wait! The spirit of Velgoth, Terra. She once spoke of her sister that she hadn't seen since their inception. Could this planet be the vessel for Gaia...?"

Zail tuned into the planets inner workings and saw something that made his stomache turn. Screams of pain and cries of agony. Followed by a steeple of green light with a pair of tear filled eyes. It was Gaia crying out to what had just occured. Zail sighed deeply as he continued molding and healing for the people he had just fell onto.

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Keats couldn't believe what he was hearing as illeyana gave him the assesment of what had gone down in the past. Zara and Kalis had really brought it home. But now they had more than one problem facing them besides the empire.

"Where is Zail now anyway? And these shards of the orb?"

"Zail and Kalis went in another direction. Probably to see the old man..."

"How're Kalis's powers...?"

"Zara said that they've evolved, more so than before. We've kept the tears problem in check, but her going berserk can happen more freqeuntly now that she's met Zail. I hope the general tells us exactly what they have in mind to do with her. This whole Diamond Dust nonsense seems a little too good to be true. Theres gotta be a catch to it."

"I heard that the Lt's self from the past got dragged here as well. How'd that happen?"

"Was with Zail, apparently they'd known eachother at some point in the past. Or something like that. In her younger days she sure is reckless. I hope Zara can keep his eyes off her long enough to stay on task..."

Illeyana rested her gun rod on the concrete as her and Keats waited to cross the street. All the chips were on the table. Just who would use them and what for were the questions. They were the three Catalyst guardians. One being closer to her than the other two. This really was the begining of a very long end.

"Lets head to the Grand Citadel... I'm sure the clerics can tell us our next move..."

Michanglo plummeted though the open sky. The wind rush passed him, filling his ears with its passing, part howl, part sigh. It was said that human often dream of flying and even before the Impact they often tried to find ways to invoke that sought after dream, the joy and freedom flying seem to bring to their minds...and the thing was that flying was all of those and more.

Michanglo decent began slowing down, the process building speed upon itself till he hovered in the air. From up here he could just make out the movement of people and vehicles far, far below him. Far above him stood the Tower Terrance from which he fell. Michanglo studied the Tower a building that had appeared by Zail's will within a blink of a eye. The deep blue walls weren't made out of metal, but out of something else and it stretched, high in the sky. Octagon in shape the Tower stands as proof of the power of the god who made it, even though Michanglo like everyone else often thought about the true purpose of its being. There was a number of theories floating about, some more outrageous then others but in the end the existence of the Tower was an enigma.

Michanglo stopped looking at the Tower and put his mind toward the task of where he wanted to go. Contrary to popular belief, it was quite easy to become disoriented in the air, more so when your mind was everywhere else but on the here and now. He looked about himself, locating east from west, north from south and then finally oriented himself, aimed and took off with rapidly gaining speed.

The Military HQ was a distance away, a little bit over and hour away from the Tower and operated though a number smaller post though out the world city. The biggest strengths of the military was its number of personnel, its reliable communication system and the strategic placement of all of the above. If there was anything that the human Gran was, he was not incompetent which was perhaps one of the only reasons Michanglo gave him respect. While Michanglo had been quick to state himself as Zail's advisor Gran had been just as quick to build a unified military force of the worlds scattered population, settling differences and fights over food and resources. While many had pushed for that idea, Gran had made it happen, with the supposed word of Zail behind him.

Michanglo wouldn't lie to himself and say that he liked the human. The two of them were more or less the same, invoking the name of someone (disgustingly)more powerful then they was and simply using his name to move forward for their own goals. They couldn't be rid of each other for the 'titles' and power they both had claimed for themselves and had in the end to the benefit of each other become something akin to a rivalry, one where is the one who shows any weakness will be quickly crushed by the other. And was the only reason that Michanglo had decided to heed to the call in person, just in case Gran had let something slip past his guard....in which Michanglo would quickly and quietly use it to ensure his downfall. And death.

Such was the world of politics.

Michanglo flew onward, forming plans on top of plans, his mind ever pushing forward to his one true goal.
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On in the middle of what was once a evergreen forest, now turned into a petrified wasteland a shack stood. The once lumber walls now turned turned into stone, the windows shattered, the thick door, now warped and ruined, half petrified, half rotted. Outside the winds blew dust, dirt and ash across the landscape the charred, discarded tree trunks resembling broken bones of the dead strewn about by a child. Here and there was the sign's of greenery, a weed or small shrub defying all odds to grow and thrive in a hostile environment, raising up to the harsh glow of the sun.

With a howl the wind blew though the shattered, broken land, raising dust as it passed and when the wind stopped and the cloud of grime passed a figure stood, gazing at the shack. Dressed in a black long coat with a flower/dagger stitched on the back with golden thread with two slits cut into it to allow the mighty silver-black wings clearance, the figure looked at the shack with orbs of a molten red-purple set within a dark brown face that held had a distinctive talon shaped blue-black marking under the left eye. The air shimmered around the figure, giving his frame a wavering appearance and seeming as though he was slowly moving when in fact there was no none.

For a moment the world stood still as it held its breath in check waiting to see what would happen next in this forgotten corner of existence. There was a shift in shadows from inside the shack then an explosion of movement as a lithe form shot towards him, then passed behind him even as another form came straight at him.

" Heh."

The figure who had shot past him rebounded back with blazing speed even as the other form came at his chest. Both figures struck out at the same time, a certain kill. That is if their foe wasn't a God.

With one finger from each hand Zail stopped the slim scimitars millimeters from vital areas, the blade near his back was meant to server his spine and from there pierce his left lung, the blade as his chest was aimed directly for his heart between his ribs.

" I see that you two have been practicing your blade skills as well as deepened your connection. You two have done well." Zail said a slow friendly smile spreading on his face.

Both twins smiled, Nikita behind him and Donrail before him. Though they both where the children of Michanglo, they considered SZ thier father and him his children such was the bond of the three. The two of them also carried His blessing making them his first and possibly only High Priest and High Priestess. Both Twins at once disengaged dashing off and meeting each other, all their movements completely synchronized by the bond the two shared with the other. Everything was shared over that bond as fast as thought allowing the both of them to act and react to the others movements with uncanny speed. The Twins didn't speak because they didn't need to. To them all they needed was each other for speech wasn't necessary for them, everything could be sent along the bond they shared with each other. And Zail.

Even know he felt a tingling sensation at the back of his mind, the sensation of the two of them giggling/chuckling. He grinned, they knew he was enjoying this. Zail had few things to be joyful about, even with the powers brought to him by Godhood, he was about to employ on one of the few joys he had left. Fighting.

With hardly a thought, two daggers, appeared in his hands. One was of the curved variety, meant more for slashing the other long and slender, meant for stabbing. Both seemed to be made of shadows, the blades seem to flow and ebb within themselves, leaving parts of the blades light or darken then the rest of the blades at any moment and time. This was the style of fighting that he had known the longest and was the most comfortable with and it felt good to be able to slide back into the familiar stance: One blade held out and before the wielder at eye level, the other held low at about the midsection, both blades parallel to each other. As soon as he assumed his stance, the Twins pressed to attack and Zail let himself slip into the familiar Dance of blades...
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"So... Lt... Do you need a briefing...?" Zaraki asked, catching himself from calling her by the others name.

Geneava let it slide for now. She had been interested in what she had heard them talking about, even if very little of it meant anything to her, some of the ideas had drawn her attention. If if the old saying was anything knowledge was power, and at the moment she could use anything and everything to use for later. While the thought of playing along didn't quite sit with her, she preferring the 'rough route' at this point in time she could afford to play along...just a little bit at least.

" I'll let that slide...this time. And as for a 'briefing' Geneava's face scrunched up at the word as though it tasted bad.' ...start by telling me what the hell are these 'portal storms', 'gates', 'catalyst' and whatever else you two where goin' on about. What did you drag us here for and what purpose are you planning on using Zail for and why? I--" Geneava stopped and shook her head.

" Look just start talking like you normally do and I'll shift though the mindless garble and find out for myself what sounds useful. In the mean time, where can a lady get something to drink around here?!" Geneava asked out loud.

Zaraki laughed on the inside. So demanding, it was almost as if she wanted special treatment. But one would expect with that she'd been dragged into. This entire ordeal was taxing, they'd been across time and space just to set a motion of events into motion. A theory that could be achieved with all the right pieces and the wrong sets.

"You got dragged here by mistake. Fate would just so have it that you got stuck with Zail when we jumped back into this time period. I'll try to give you the luxury of the despair, but don't push it. Theres a lot of things falling into place, and any slip ups will result in much more than two fallen being out of their own time period."

Zara sat back into one of the rolling chairs and strode over to Leonards laptop flipping it open. The interface gleamed silver as he hit the search bar going through his files. His thoughts pondering on just how the rebels planned to harrnest such a massive amount of energy and control it as a weapon. It didn't seem conventional. Then he remembered Geneava's question about what exactly the storms and the gate, and the catalyst were. He smirked. He'd give her the most general terms possible, he wanted to get closer, but giving information on the plans for freedom were more sensitive to someone not of the imperials than ever.

"The portal storms are... Disruptions in the dimensional fabric in time and space. These occur frequenlty after the impact happened. The Gate... Your a fallen, you should know... The catalyst? Heh... The golden radiance that'll bring fourth the angels."

Zara kept going through the page files until he came across a folder that caught his eye. When he opened the jpeg image and it came across the screen he stopped breathing for a moment.

"What is that...?"

Zaraki closed the laptop and looked back at Geneava, fear in his heart, and curiosity in his mind.

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The scene of Zail molding the lands back together suddenly went white as they jumped to another scene in the 50 year past Mesa showed Zail. His voice filling up the nothingness.

"My memory is hazy I didn't see very much of the rebuilding."

Once his voice faded the perpetual sunset sky took shape and an enormous city was beneath the feet of Zail. It sat on a massive super continent surrounded by water. The city looked as if it was constructed from what wasn't destroyed in the impact as well as newly built constructs. It was lively, people roamed the streets with some smiles, others of content. All gave praise to the their king, lord, and savior. Shadow Zail. A purple emblem sat on a tower in the middle of the city, gleaming with honor and superiority. The world city, the capital of the world, and the human races build for survival. All ruled by him Zail.

The city zoomed out of focus and the sky began to darken then blacken. Then cleared to show another city. It was subterranean, under the earths surface. Beaten in appearance, with artificla lights to create daylight. The population was half of the world cities, the citizess all looked harder, more seasoned to negativity. The russsling stopped as Mesa appeared infront of Zail with a freshly rolled blunt in his mouth.

"Zail... You fell upon this world from the stars... Destroyed much of the surface, took up the people, rebuilt some of what had been lost. Became the living god. However those that take you as a villain... Stayed away from the city. And created a construct for themselves under the surface. They rebel against the living god, they are confused and angry. The ones that brought you here in the first place are of those people. Well... The Japanese boy is. The other one. Your daughter... She is the grand piece in the diamond dust theory that the gods gave to me."

Mesa opened his palm as a small glimmer of green light formed at it's base. As it took the shape of a small spear the volgue began to shake violently. Mesa eyed the weapon, and thought of it's name to himself. The 'Angel Wing'. The spear shot at Zail and pierced the arm that the shards were grinded into. each crystal cleat shard glowed green for a few moments then normalized. The world around them began to turn white again as the images and information all hit Zails mind like a bullet train. The room they were in began to resurface, however Mesa began to slowly fade away.

"Zail... If you wish for true understanding of this ordeal... You must work with your daughter. She may have tried to kill you before, but now... I sense a hint of... Love light in the darkness that is her heart. I gave you a small portion of my power, if Kalis ever does cry... You will have to use it. However it will only work once... Tread carefully Mr. Ender..."

By the time the aparment had come back into focus Mesa was gone. The smoke had cleared, and Kalis lay on the couch half asleep, already coming to. Yawing and stretching.

"My memory is hazy I didn't see very much of the rebuilding."

" How could you--" Zail started but was interrupted as the scenery changed before and around him.

This change of scenery showed him in a different light. Instead of people calling him names, they praised him, instead of throwing rocks and other debris here they threw confetti in celebration of his coming. The sudden change threw him into a bit of shock as he went from a world destroyer, to a, well a beloved God. However in all the images there was something missing, the one key piece. If all this celebration was going on, where was he? Something about this put him on edge. The different viewings was starting to tear at his mind and sensibility and the old man, Mesa continued on without noticing the inner conflict as Zail's eyes begin to smolder.

"Zail... You fell upon this world from the stars... Destroyed much of the surface, took up the people, rebuilt some of what had been lost. Became the living god. However those that take you as a villain... Stayed away from the city. And created a construct for themselves under the surface. They rebel against the living god, they are confused and angry. The ones that brought you here in the first place are of those people. Well... The Japanese boy is. The other one. Your daughter... She is the grand piece in the diamond dust theory that the gods gave to me."

" For the LAST time, she isn't my daughter..." Zail's voice said with a deep, almost animalistic growl. Held within his tight grasp the voulge begin to glow slightly, a soothing purple pulse of light, ignored by the weapons wielder as his anger, frustration and state of mind begin to unravel...

So when the burst of information blew though Zail's distracted mental state and directly into his mind he was too stunned to move when the voulge, Tela tried to warn him of the forming spell he could do nothing save feel the last vestige's of his sanity stretch thin, then rip a bit before starting to shred apart.....

Time stopped.

Zail's mind rebelled at the sudden assault lashing out violently from the strain and turmoil, a mind in riot with against existence and itself.

"Zail... If you wish for true understanding of this ordeal... You must work with your daughter. She may have tried to kill you before, but now... I sense a hint of... Love light in the darkness that is her heart. I gave you a small portion of my power, if Kalis ever does cry... You will have to use it. However it will only work once... Tread carefully Mr. Ender..."

Ender. Enderenderenderenderender...

" OBLIVI--!"