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Lords of Rock

The Rockaverse

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a part of Lords of Rock, by Nulix.

The Land of Plenty

Nulix holds sovereignty over The Rockaverse, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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A Rock Hard Land for Rock Hard Men.
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The Rockaverse

The Land of Plenty

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The Rockaverse is a part of Lords of Rock.

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Syra Onnet [118] A thrall who seeks more from life.
Captain Ash [23] A man gone wild, either by lust, by wars, or by the desert sun. Or maybe he's just clinically insane.
M'Kama [14] Life and death, two sides of the same coin. With that in mind, he crafts his own luck.
Horik [4] The desperate desolate explorer
Talideth [2] A devout believer, an empty vessel.
Qunith [2] A Sudean Divine now in the servitude of the sinister Waste Witch.
Seru [1] A soldier who lives for Cobran.
Tackel [0] An oasis of justice in a lawless land.
Frey [0] A violent child in a violent world.
Otis Lariat [0] A young Guardian with boundless optimism.

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Qunith casually nicked a pocket watch off Gutner's bookshelf. They turned to Talideth. "So this is our new home for the foreseeable future," They rose an eyebrow at their chained companion. "Art you thinking what I'm thinking? Because I'm thinking we should get a room in the tower." They referred to the circular castle on the left wing of the manor. Qunith nodded. "Definitely the tower."

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Snart's eyes opened wide at Maximilian's words. "The savage?!" He spoke in a hushed tone. "You know him, M'kama... yes he assaulted me in the bank, likely trying to rob me blind of my investments there."

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The woman smiled widely at M'kama. "The eye of God sees all, Smoosh-Loosh. he Matran is quite interested in reaching out to native groups and better understanding the world around us." She rose. "Here, follow me to religious resources, we'll get your name."

The woman rose and began to lead M'kama down a hall of the embassy. The building was most definitely Rockian, fixed up as best as the Matran could but not quite foreign to M'kama's sensibilities. She began to ascend up a wooden staircase. As she did a trio of gold and blacked robed inquisitors ran down. "Don't mind them, they're investigating a disturbance in the desert, you see," The woman explained as they reached a top hall. "The office has been quite hectic."

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"A disturbance? Disturbances are how most days start on the Rock," M'Kama chuckled, as they stepped foot upon the upper floor. "What was it, a caravan attack? Those have been on the rise lately from the Remnants."

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"Surely you've heard," The woman said, looking back at M'kama in the crowded hall of the embassy. "Sloosh Loosh, there was a ship crash- in the desert. It was one of ours. Ships may seem magical and otherwordly to the folk of the Rock but when crashed... they can leave quite a mess."

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"Heh. Well..." Seru leaned against the wall of the balcony, looking out to the desert, "Tell ya the truth, I ain't tryna be a good person. I just don't really care all that much. I'm alive - we're alive. 'N I'm out here fightin' and killin' so that the real good people of this hellhole stay alive too," she looked at him, dark brown eyes beneath a furrowed brow, "It's what my daddy did 'n now its my turn."

The young woman stretched her back and gave Ash a wide smile, "But you, captain, you care about bein' a good person, don't ya? Maybe that's what makes you one after all."

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"Oh yes, that! That was days ago, was it not? I'd think it would have been figured sooner if it was that important," M'Kama spoke, acting surprised. "It is a great tragedy, make no mistake but....the bodies would have had to be rotting for days. No one has yet fetched them or informed their families?"

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Otis slid behind another dune, raising no dust in the heavy sand and making no sound as he silenced his footsteps. Wiping the sweat off his brow, Otis felt his gunshot oozing and winced. He'd gotten lucky, as usual.

Sighing, Otis pulled out the small water canteen he had and swallowed the rest of his water. It wasn't much but it would get him through. Overhead, he could still see Spirit, the small white bird looking like a tiny drift of cloud in a too-blue sky. Either the bird was following him or he was following the bird; at this point, Otis wasn't sure it mattered.

Having caught his breath, Otis hauled himself to his feet again. He needed to get to the dwards' meeting place, where Eimln had said she would meet him. He still had time. Truth be told, Otis wasn't sure what to think of the Eimln's proposition, or her cryptic words that Otis would be able to help them. Otis wasn't feeling exceptionally... helpful at the moment, but it was clear now that he had no place among the Lords of Rock.

Sighing, Otis moved onward, ignoring the heat of the sun and sand and the pain of his wound. There was no turning back now.

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Ash smiled at Seru's kind words, but it hurt him to hear it, he had to keep his gaze somewhere else again. "Well, it sounds like we're not very different. Wanting to protect people I mean. To me at least, that seems pretty good." He gave her a faint smile with his attempt to assure her that her goals seemed to indicate something about her personal morals. "Funny you mention your father though... My father was... A kind man. One who really cared about those who had less than him. The unwanted people in society."

The Captain took another swig of the liquor he held, hearing Qunith chime up about taking a tower to sleep in or something. He tried to consider whether or not that would be a good idea, but he decided it wasn't worth kicking up a fuss about for now. "Go ahead. Just mind yourselves on the stairs, don't trip yourselves going up and down."

Turning to look back out from the balcony, his eyes lingered on the canon, the courtyard, the graves. "There's a lot more good I wish I could have done Seru... A lot more good I wish I could do." He looked back to her once more, feeling some kind of uneasy, anxious sense as he did. The dark eyes, skin, hair. And that smile. Ash's face softened a bit, after the feeling finally passed. "Tell me about your father though. What was he like? A Cobranite lawman or something?"



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Maximilian's smile did not fade, but was finding himself rather irritated now. Was the man honestly going to try to lie to his face? No, it didn't seem it, it was becoming apparent that Mr. Snart may indeed not be the intended target. However, this other fellow, this... M'Kama... He may be just what he was looking for. Either M'Kama or Leander had the remaining bullets, but regardless... Maximilian could find a use for both of them.

"Ahh, the one who wronged you so terribly. I can only imagine how much it pains you. But you know... There is a way to get your revenge on this one. I guess you could say I think I could get you a... Weapon. Something this 'savage' likely would be unable to counter. What do you say Mr. Snart? How would you like to return that pain he inflicted?" The smile still remained on Maximilian's lips, but all it offered was a strange, palpable sense of coldness.

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"We don't know all that much 'bout him before us kids. He was a gangster once, another soldier in a warlords army. Somethin' changed him. Maybe fatherhood, or maybe my mother...who knows. All I know was that after she was killed he looked after us. Made it his job to help the helpless 'n find a place t'raise us that was away from all this antshit," there was a pang of sadness in Seru's dark eyes, "That's how Cobran was born, outta desperation 'n a dream. But he never lived to see it."

Seru looked at Ash, "I guess he wanted to do some good same as you. 'N he did. You will too."

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"I assure you the Empire has top men working on all that, Sloosh-Noose. Top men," The woman smiled before leading M'kama to a room. The attache to the religious minister was a short Sorillian man, though he seemed quite interested to have a Yyb willingly come to their small Horenor outpost. Soon M'kama's false information was recorded and he was shown his way out. Walking through the embassy he made note of the room where the inquisitors kept coming and going from- any information regarding the crash would no doubt be there...

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Leander Snart stared at Maximilian, one eye bigger than they other. Then he flashed his fangs and began to laugh. "Yes.... Pain... Brilliant, god dang, pain!"

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Syra barely winced at the woman's slap, "Of course we're staying, this is our home!" The elderly woman snapped before gesturing for everyone to follow her. Syra had become accustomed to the abuse and many of Theory's men and women had a penchant for slapping her when they'd have their way with her or the other Thralls that Theory enjoyed sharing. She simply stood silent as the people all walked passed her and back into the main structure of the homestead.

Once everyone had departed Syra turned and watched the bodies get buried. It was in no means a glamourous funeral for the departed but that was "war".

All that had happened recently kept reminding her of her time in the war. She fought for no side, only to avenge her home that had become a battleground between Seed and Oblivion's army. Ships pierced through the atmosphere of her peaceful world and the two armies fought, not for control but simply to wipe out the other side while Syra and her people were simply collateral damage.

She shook away the memories as goosebumps covered her body in spite of the desert heat. As she averted her eyes from the burial, she caught a glimpse of an armored rider strown atop an ant mount. She recognized the armor, Azure. Syra sighed as she made her way to meet the woman.


"So, this is where you've been hiding?" Azure said with a small chuckle, however, seeing Syra's somber look and the handprint on her cheek, Azure's playful tone dropped in an instant, "What happened here?" She asked.

"We-we conquered Last Rest," she began, unable to keep the tears from welling up in her eyes any longer. Azure dismounted her ant and put her hands on Syra's shoulders, "Conquered?" She asked, overly forceful, worried that the Lords of Rock had slipped into the ways of the Warlords.

"We came for the women the Waste Witch used as her muscle, to free them," She started, pulling from Azure's increasing grip. "When we got here, we planned to simply negotiate, to get them back without all of this," She gestured to the bodies being buried, "But they fought, and we fought back. Then we forced them to surrender in a standoff involving a kid," She fell to her knees as the tears streamed from her eyes silently. "He turned over the settlement so we wouldn't harm more of his people, the others are taking stock of the place, but I just can't stomach it all anymore. I'm tired of this, all this death, all this senseless violence all because of that stupid cannon!"

"Why not destroy it?" Azure asked quietly, removing her helmet and tucking it under her arm as she knelt in front of Syra. "My people wouldn't mind that cannon being out of the picture, and I'll help if you want. My job is to protect you, to keep you safe while we navigate this political firestorm, but if you say the word, I will help you find a way to destroy the weapon."

Syra thought for a moment, contemplating the offer, but simply shook her head, defeated, "What would be the point? As awful as that is, its the only reason we are alive, and the only thing we have to bargain with. Destroy it and who knows what happens next. Whoever it belongs to likely has others, and if we can use it to resist some forced occupation then we should...even if the people on this hit hole of a world don't care," She rubbed her cheek gingerly, "It's a lawless world, and you should just go. This is my fate, and it doesn't have to be yours. I'm nothing special and your organization can't possibly think differently. I've been here for nearly thirteen years, I haven't mattered at all during that time, and I can't believe I suddenly matter now simply because I stepped into a ship and was talked to by some man from who knows where."

Azure sighed, "You and I should talk more, but you need rest and a good drink," She pulled her pack from the side of her Ant's saddle. "Let's go inside, this place is nice, and with a group like yours, might begin to live up to the positive connotations of its name."

The two young women made their way to the homestead, Syra's mind filled with negative thoughts of her past and fear for their future.


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"And here we are, Blacksun, home sweet home," Theory began, throwing his arms wide as they stopped on the dunes overlooking the Holy Land. "You understand I must leave you to walk the rest of the way," he smiled smugly as Blacksun dismounted. "Arubak should welcome you home I'd imagine, but I fear since your party had gone so awry that he will learn I'd been staying with you after his goons were kind enough to take my eye and leave me for dead after that bitch tried to escape me." His hand went to the ornate eyepatch he sported. "I'll have to return the favor someday, once that Cannon is mine that is," he chuckled, "I digress, please feel free to contact me if trouble arises, my men will begin advancing soon, and we will begin our conquest of the region." With that, he turned his mount and Theory and his men began riding back towards their encampment, and the remains of Shittle.

"Take care old friend," Blacksun shouted as The Remnants rode off. "Bunch of bastards...that man taking control of The Rock? Gods help us all," he scoffed as he made his way down the dune and over the battlefield, glassed earth crunching under his feet.



"Welcome home, Master Blacksun!" His butler exclaimed as Blacksun stepped through the door. "I was quite worried that Master Theory would not keep his word, what with his aspirations of becoming the next big Warlord of The Rock and all," He took Blacksun's tattered coat and poured the man a drink as Blacksun sank into a plush chair in the parlor just off his foyer. His staff had remained through everything, and he owed them a debt of gratitude, "Thank you all, for maintaining my, no, our home during my absence. I've learned a few things while I was gone, and one of them is to not trust Theory. He is no longer welcome here, and we will not be providing his soldiers with any more of our products, send word to cancel all shipments, we will find better buyers, but first, we will throw an event here and invite Arubak and his staff, to thank them for keeping the Holy Land safe, in addition, you will all be paid double your normal wages for the remainder of the month," Blacksun drained his glass as his staff shared happy gasps.



"Sir, it is only the third of this month, are you certain?"

"Of course I'm certain, you are all I have in this world, and I wish to show my appreciation. Now please begin making the arrangements for the gala."

"Of course, sir! Straight away!"

Blacksun's butler then motioned for two of the maids to follow him to the staff wing of the house to begin the preparations and invite list.

"You will rot before you take this world Theory..." Blacksun muttered, a maid pouring him another glass of whiskey. "I'll get that bitch of yours to pull the trigger too," he said with a wicked grin, his maid striding off with the empty bottle of whiskey before another footman replaced it seamlessly.

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M'Kama gratefully thanked the Matranical dignitaries and made note of the inquisitor's room. Putting his hands hurriedly in his pockets, a small scrap of paper fell loose, looking entirely like an accident. It was a piece of torn parchment so small, barely any could see it. Save for one with piercing eyes such as Falcon.

Her next target was marked.

M'Kama, in the meantime, exited the building and went to wait for his accomplice on the nearby diner. A beetle-burger would make the wait much more tolerable.

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A soft laugh came from Ash as he took in what Seru said. "And he used to work for a warlord? I guess people do change. Family will certainly have that... Effect." He tried to keep a smile on his face, but that gnawing, wretched feeling kept coming back. It was like it was overtaking his whole body. The Captain noticed that Seru's mood had changed as well... The loss of family.

"I appreciate you saying all that Seru, truly. And you'll keep your people safe, just like your father would have wanted. He'd be proud of you, I promise, any father would be." His gaze was drawn back to the courtyards of Last Rest, new movement out of the corner of his eye. Syra and... Some kind of armored stranger? A knight? Didn't quite seem like it... They'd find out soon no doubt. "What do you make of the rest of our group Seru? The other 'Lords of Rock'? I don't believe I've ever really had the chance to ask any of you."



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Maximilian smiled softly and placed a hand on Snart's shoulder. "Soon, very soon my friend, I promise. But you'll need what I have. Let's meet tomorrow. There's a fountain about 2 blocks over from here, I think that would be a fine place to rendezvous." The Phoenix finished off the last of his tea, and stood once more, the bar girl quickly making here way back over.

"All done sugar?" She asked with a beaming grin still.

"Indeed I am, thank you once more for the hospitality miss." He pulled a coin purse out and laid out the coins for the tea, as well as a rather sizeable stack for the tip. "Have a wonderful rest of your evening." He said with a polite bow of his head as he picked up his helmet once more.

"Th-thanks! You too mister!" She stuttered slightly, flushed and flattered by the gesture, and the gentleman's politeness.

"Until tomorrow Mr. Snart." Maximilian gave a bow of his head to Leander, once more removing his sunglasses and returning his helmet to his head. The Phoenix returned once more into the night.

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Alarisset straightened her back and puffed up her chest. Her hands rose to push her breasts up even more to exhibit their fullness. She looked towards Mohan first,.

"Well, I dare say I'm very interested myself why Mohan thought you should be allowed here," Alarisset smiled warmly but Mohan shuddered. "After all, we already had one troublesome group, and now..."

She turned to look at Ash, her eyes sizing him up. She pushed her breasts together with her arms as she put her elbows on the desk. Her eyes lingered on Ash's lower half before looking back up at his face.

"I can see one reason why but the fact stands that Argent is not here and you are. Is this simply a coincidence? Or is there a reason as to why you two switched places?" Alarisset smiled broadly, her chest jiggling.

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"It would be the best position in case these fools think of something else," Talideth agreed. "Besides, I like looking at the sky."

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Quntih extended a fist and placed it beneath Talideth's chin. They rose Talideth's head up and flashed them a smile. "I know."

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"Argeent is dead," Mohan replied, glaring across the office at his sworn leader. "Weeee prepaaare to go to waaar with Sudea.... but if more like the Ultimate Organizaaation are arriving from the staars we must beee ready."

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Falcon instantly recognized the room M'Kama had noted. There was a single window to the room, three people inside. Falcon moved underneath the window, and muting the sound with her wind, opened the window and slipped inside. Landing on the ground just behind one of the inquisitors, Falcon grasped the man's neck and cut off his air with her Phoenix powers. The man made a slight strangling noise and dropped.

Before he'd hit the floor, Falcon had already moved to the second, then the third inquisitor, sending them into unconsciousness within six seconds of entering the room. No one had been alerted, and Falcon calmly locked the door to the rest of the embassy, then turned to the cabinets the inquisitors had been looking through.

Concentrating hard, Falcon sent out virtual copies of herself, three down each row, splitting her consciousness between each of the copies. This sort of technique was murder on her head, but she needed to find the documents quickly. The inquisitors would not stay unconscious for long. They would wake with no memory of what happened, but Falcon needed to be long gone before they did.

After a few minutes of searching, Falcon finally found the documents. Releasing her copies, Falcon winced as her headache became a piercing pain in her skull. Moving carefully to the cabinet, Falcon opened the drawer and grasped the documents. Did she have time to copy them? She glanced at the door to the rest of the embassy. She had been unable to keep up her attentions on the rest of the building, and her headache was making it hard to concentrate.

The door handle rattled, and Falcon grimaced as a key entered the lock. She was out of time.

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The wind blew a warm breeze over their faces. Orange hues began to tint the desert, the sun readying itself to set beyond the horizon. Seru thought for a moment, "If I'm honest with ya, I really don't know what I think. I don't...know any of y'all. What I do know is that yer all impossible. Tryna make this group a group is impossible and yet...." a sigh, "We've somehow always make the impossible possible. Gettin' the gun 'n such. But our luck will run out soon, 'n when it does we're gonna have to trust each other."

Seru stared at him with genuine sincerity, "So help me trust you, captain, 'n tell me what's bothering you."

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Ash felt like he was being dissected by Alarisset's gaze, and wasn't sure if he should be flattered, or scared. Was 'man eater' the word that was used in a case like this? She certainly was an attractive woman, but she had an air about her that gave him the sense that she'd either try to sleep with him, or slit his throat with a letter opener. Not exactly his cup of tea, but he'd play along.

"I'm sorry my lady, but I really have no idea what is going on here. All I can tell you is that dear Mohan here captured some of my scouts. Now he was good enough to bring them back to me, but he only released them in exchange... Well, for me as you can see." Ash conveniently had forgotten to mention Argent and the other fellow who had been handed over, and he would continue to conveniently forget that. He and Mohan were going to have a very important talk later, Ash would see to that.



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Ash chuckled slightly as he took another swig from the bottle, looking out into the courtyard as his mind frantically raced to figure something out. "Heh, it's bloody hot out here you know. Unbelievable." He looked back into the office that once belonged to Alarisset, and upon her old desk lay a body. It was Saly's. No, it was changing, skin darkening... He quickly turned back to Seru, a slim stream of tears finally making their way down his cheeks, unable to be held back any longer.

"It.... It's been years since I last saw her... Between the desert, the liquor, all the fights and women... I guess I was just able to push it to the back of my mind... Ever since that- Bloody canon showed up... It started with weird dreams, then I saw her at a bar in the Holy Land, I saw her as that woman's corpse..." He pointed down to the grave that belonged to Saly. "Dark skin, dark hair, dark eyes. Yybian she was..."

The Captain took another swig of the liquor. "Seru, I really... Really don't want to..." He fell to his knees again, the bottle rolled out of his hand, and Ash let loose a scream. "They killed them! They killed them!" His words soon became lost in a series of uncontrollable sobs of anguish.

The world disappeared for a moment and Ash was running across the sands, the whole world lost in the roar of ship engines and gunfire. The Sorillians and the locals, Skylanders, Sudeans, all sorts of warlords and bandits. He turned around to see a woman with black hair, dark skin, and dark eyes running behind him.

And then she froze. Bullets penetrated both sides of the body, several dozen as a fine red mist was laid out across the golden surface, like a thin, red silk sheet. Ash remember running to her, screaming 'no', 'please no', and every other plead he could imagine. He knelt down next to the body, holding his wife's hand, holding her stomach where their unborn daughter rested. Blood pooled out around them, as Ash continued to scream out.


"They killed them! My wife! My daughter! A little baby! They were innocent! Why! Why did it have to be them!"

The world disappeared again, and he was at that flaming pyre. Burial could never be an option. He wasn't going to let the creatures of the desert, or the filthy, stinking bandits or soldiers have a chance to desecrate their graves. Ash would ensure they were given every respect they deserved, and that they could rest in peace.

Ash had survived the war. He had survived attempts to kill him by nobles, soldiers, bandits, and more. He'd made it, sometimes on his own, for 16 years on this planet. Ash would not die. But his mother, father, brothers, sisters, wife, and daughter, all did.

His hands covered his face as the sobs continued, refusing to be controlled or held back any longer.

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Seru bent down to Ash, her hands outstretched toward him awkwardly, baring her teeth in a worried grimace as she tried to figure out how to calm the man. She looked over at the group pleadingly - particularly at Qunith and Talideth whose attention had turned to the sobbing Ash before them - to help her.

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Talideth raised an eyebrow at Seru's plead for help, unsure as to why she was looking at them specifically. Horik and Clorik happened to be walking by with some materials when a very firm hand grabbed Horik by the collar. Clorik paused as Horik was lifted and then placed beside Seru and in front of a crying Ash. Horik gave a panicked look to Clorik but the clone was already going into the same direction she had come from.

She adjusted her goggles and sighed internally. Dropping the pile of valuables, Horik placed a hand on the Captain's shoulder.

"There, there, Ash. Just let it all out. It's clear you've been holding this in for quite a while," Horik said softly. "There ain't much rhyme or reason to the worlds out here and there ain't no answer any of us could give you that would give you peace. That there peace comes within and you've been carrying this burden, clinging to it, quite some time."

Horik paused, memories tugging at her, but she pressed on, "Let that pot overflow cuz this world don't give you much time to rest. It's a callous thing, I know, but ain't no way of bringing the dead back. All we can do is make sure.. make sure, uh."

She mulled the words over and weakly finished, "Make sure there ain't more families torn apart."

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"Dead, and yet, you find no corpse nor hint of sweat," Alarisset said testily to Mohan. "Who did we give in exchange?"

"And who are you, exactly?" she asked of Ash. "And what were the scouts for?"

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Ash grinned politely at Alarisset's question. "Captain Logrem Percival Ashefield, or Captain Ash if you prefer. I serve the Sorillian Imperial Navy. As for the Scout's, I sent them out after the crash, once we had set up camp. I was intending for them to gather supplies, make contact with locals, who shot us down, and perhaps establish some more... Friendly relations."

He indicated up to Mohan for a moment. "And I would like to be entirely fair, he did return my men unharmed, and all alive, so to this point, relations are closer to friendly than not."



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Ash placed a hand on Horik's as his sobs continued a while, but then slowly became quieter and quieter as the moments passed. With his eyes shut, he saw the faces of Lyla, his wife, still pregnant with their daughter who the planned to name Naeru. He saw his father, his mother, his brothers and sisters. But these images began to fade, and in their place he saw different faces. Agopian. Oblivion. Anaszia. Anora. Theory. And the faces of a multitude more of warlords, conquerors, kings, queens, emperors, and empresses. Ash felt his pain slowly being kindled into a different, burning sensation.

Hatred.

The Captain opened his eyes, looking to Horik, to Seru, and then to those in Alarisset's old office. Someone was sitting at her desk... Short, well kept blonde hair, a thin mustache... He looked strikingly like Ash, but had a more creased face, and soft smile that spoke of some sort of hidden wisdom. The hatred began to fade, cooled by the memory of his father. Ash rose to his feet once more, and made his way over to the desk, exhaustively taking a seat in Alarisset's chair as he wiped the tears away.

"I know they can't be brought back Horik. I've never tried to delude myself of that. So many times I've wished for death... To be with the ones I love again. But that would rob them of justice. And if I have any power in this universe, then it would rob everyone in it of a chance of justice and peace as well." He wiped more tears from his eyes as he took a deep breath, a pained sigh.

"I can't even begin to express how much hate I have for those monsters. For the warlords. For Sorillia. The Matran. All the evil rulers in the universe. But... When I think of the children here..." He looked to Gutner. "When I think of the people of Cobran..." To Seru. "The thralls and slaves, the nomads and... Well just regular people..." To Qunith and Talideth, thinking too of Syra, and then looking to Horik. "It reminds me that there are people who need to be protected. People who are loved, and deserved to be loved. Just like my family..."

There was a pause as he fidgeted with his hands, rubbing them together somewhat anxiously. "I apologize for the outburst... Thank you for... For your kindness. I am grateful for it." He gave a nod of his head, to Seru, Horik, and even Qunith and Talideth. "There is... A lot I have ahead of me. But I am continuing to fight for what I have always fought for. My family, and for all the innocent people in the universe they represented..."

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"Good," Azure's voice began as she and Syra joined the rest of the mismatched party in the office. Her eyes darted to the now empty bottle on the floor, its undrunk contents seeping into the old wood floor. "The universe needs more men and women willing to protect what truly matters." She shifted her helmet under her arm as she looked at each in turn, "You all have clearly proven yourselves capable, my employer will be grateful to know that Horat's Sceptre is still in your possession and that you've found a place to hunker down," she strode across the room and rested her helmet on the desk in front of Ash before extending her hand, "Pleasure to officially meet you, Captain, you can all call me, Azure for now." She smiled softly as Ash shook her hand. She then turned to face the rest in the room, Syra finding herself leaning against the doorframe.

"I wish to help you, and so do my friends. I know I"m not from this world, but my mission is to protect Syra, and if that means joining you all and keeping that weapon out of the hands of those who mean to cause harm, so be it. You have my blade."



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"I don't give a damn, I have a mission to complete and you're just getting in the way!"

A muffled voice came from outside the Knight Commander's office. A few seconds later a young man draped in Indigo colored robes carrying a large box, burst through the door of what should have been a secure room. Two knights followed him in, their weapon's drawn. "Relax! I'm leaving, I was told to just give this to him!" The youth dropped the box and shook his head as the two Knights apprehended him, "That's for you, this too!" He slipped his hand into his pocket and tossed an ivory envelope perfectly on to the Knight Commander's desk. "Alright, I'm going!" He shouted as the Knights hauled him away.

The envelope simply read 49. It's whimsical handwriting having become familiar over the years. A small smile would cross his lips but was quickly forgotten as his eyes fell on the box the reckless youth had dropped in the doorway. He would resist the urge to open the box until after reading the letter, one couldn't forget their manners even if the gift giver wasn't around after all.


"To The Wandering Joker, the letter began as the Knight Commander sat at his desk.

I want to begin by expressing my thanks to your knights. I've recently learned that they aided one of my agents on her way to The Rock. I don't need to tell you the situation happening on a world that nearly broke us so long ago. The history alone is enough to send shivers down my spine at night. However, it has become a place of contention, not only for those who call the desert world home but to those seeking control. I understand their mission and respect your Order. We seemingly both want what is best for that world and as such we have both dispatched our own to offer their expertise and influence. I only ask that you allow my agents to complete the task they've been assigned, and no harm will come to your Knights. They've been told to help where they can but will defend their own orders. I pray for this situation to resolve itself peacefully and ask your Knights to work with mine to achieve the best outcome. King Horat's Sceptre must be removed for The Rock to determine its own fate in the New World we find ourselves in. Let us stand side by side as we have before, and urge those who've inherited this burden to do the right thing.

Regards,

The Master of Gales


PS: As a show of Faith, I have returned to you what I unrightfully stole long ago



The Knight Commander would then open the box to find the armor he'd worn upon meeting the Ultimate Organization all those years ago. Taken from him as a show of force by the Organization's then-leader, Wing, as a misguided attempt to placate those who feared the man had been sent by the Knights (The Organization's enemy at the time) to destroy them from within.


"Hey!! He says 'Hi!' by the way!!" A voice came from outside the window, three stories down. The indigo robbed youth had managed to convince the Knights to let him go, by name dropping no doubt.

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"...are you certain you aren't some sort of Knight?" Ohibi questioned, somewhat apprehensively. "Isn't this their gun or Sor's?"

"I'd stay out of it..." Haru shook his head. "Really, it's none of our business. Let's just help these folk fix this place up proper..." he stated, holding his sister's shoulder.

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As Ash released his grip from the female knight's hand, he wiped away a few remaining tears, though once gone his gaze quickly went to Syra. There was so much to process for him, but now there was another complete stranger just waltzing into their business as if they'd been there from the start? First the Falcon woman, and now this? Made him wonder still what had happened to M'Kama.... He wasn't sure if he wanted to run into that man again or not. Ash didn't have enough information about the shaman to really make up his mind at this point though.

He looked back to the others, then to Azure as she continued to speak. "You seem to know an awful lot about the situation for a stranger. Clearly the offworlders aren't as apathetic about this place as they seem to project." He rapped against the firm top of the wooden desk a moment as he turned back to Syra, a final sniffle ushering the end of his outburst as his mind tried to turn its gears back to the matters at hand. "I feel I can trust you Syra. So tell me yourself then, should any of us trust this woman?" He nudged his head in the direction of Azure.


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In the early hours of the morning, sunlight begins to gently pool across a balcony and into one of the msot luxurious hotel rooms the Horenor had to offer. The gentle, soft sounds of Mandauian operatic performance lilted through the air, emanating from a small gramophone sat next to a fine, dark oak desk with a granite top. At the desk, Maximilian was seated, carefully sipping at some tea as his soft gaze pierced some of the papers sat in front of him. Maps showed planets on the outer rims of the galaxy, with curved lines with arrow tips tracing back and forth between some of them. He sighed slightly as he took another sip before standing up, pacing over towards the balcony. A thought, a memory in fact, was lingering on his mind...

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"You selfish, narcissistic pig! How dare you pull these stunts! Do you know how long we've all been dedicated to our movements? Decades, longer for some! You don't know a thing about liberating Phoenixes, or Oblivion, or anything that we stand for or stood for! You come in here, with your jackboot 'soldiers' as you call them, acting like you own the place! We've been here long before you, and we'll be here long after you!"

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Maximilian smiled softly as he looked out at the Horenor, enjoying the very faint, early morning light as it began to slowly awaken the town. He sipped a little more at his tea. "As suppose we'll just have to wait and see... All my fine fellow chairmen and chairwomen..." Maximilian turned back to face the desk, the papers upon it engulfed in flame, quickly disappearing in the orange glow, before both vanished and left nothing but ash. His smile brightened.

"We will see..."

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The office door unlocked and opened. Into the room Falcon was impregnating a thin man stepped forward- boyish, perhaps mid twenties. A haircut meant to look smart but slightly too messy to be. A mix between a workhouse cut and a nobles lavish locks. He paused as he entered. "Oh," The man began, blinking at the intruder.

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Azure shook her head, "I'm not a Knight, I'm an agent of an organization that seeks to recruit Syra, while also ensuring that this world doesn't become a tender box for the systems to start another senseless war on," she offered to Ohibi before Ash's question was directed toward Syra personally,

"I-I do trust her, she's given me no reason not to, if anything she's only proven that I should have been more upfront about our struggles with her before we just left Shittle."