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Scoar Zeo Metargo

"Those who lead must fight. The self proclaimed leaders who don't fight are trash."

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a character in “War of Mechas and Golems”, as played by Damioa

Description

Name:Scoar Zeo Metargo
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Gender (added this in so nobody is confused XD): Male
Age:22
Height:5'11
Occupation (if soldier, was he/she enlisted or drafted?): Prince of Metargo

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Appearance:Preffering to wear light clothing, Scoar wears a teeshirt, shorts, and a light coat with short sleaves most of the time. He is the model male in Metargo, as he should be being the prince and keeps his appearance clean. The only thing he can't help is his messy hair. It seems to fit his face and that's all that matters in the end of the day. He finishes his wardrobe with fingerless guard gloves and combat running boots. His most noticable quality is his eyes that change colors randomly. He usually keeps a cam look on his face and is rarely seen smiling. Once in a while he will wear a suit but most of his clothing is black.

Rank (if soldier; no higher than Corporal for most):Prince of Metargo

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Personality: Prince Metargo is a men among men, making it first priority to set himself as an example for all men. He even went through Cain's vigourous training in order to not be bested by any man in combat. Well, any non enhanced men that is. Still, he tries to hold himself high in all degrees. He is polite, but not too polite, and a calm person. Only his sister can seem to make him show his true personality for he loves her more than anything. He shows no romantic interest for women thinking that if there is such a woman to be his favor, she should be strong enough to one day be strong enough to become queen of his people. There is nothing that matters more to him than his people and because of that, he tries to enter the front lines as much as he can. He even requested for a Mecha when he was younger. Because of Cain's brother the production of his mech is on hold but he hopes it'll be done soon. The Prince is a man that seems to always be in deep thought but really he looks up at the sky wondering why he was born into such a state. He questions what is it that really seperates him from other men.

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Bio:Being born royalty, he was given special classes and training to make him self more like a prince. Most of which he requested himself. When he was younger he use to look up to his father but the older he got the more disappointed he was in his father. It's not that he hates the king or anything, just that he thinks he could do a better job as a Commander than the old man. He wants his dad to trust him with the task but his dad comes off as stubborn. Still he takes full account that his father has his own ideals on things and knows that his time will come when his father is ready. When he was ten he met the nations secret children, Cain and Axl for the first time. Immediately he saw that they were on a whole level that he should be and at first hated them and treated them as they were lower than him. However, after getting to know them, he found that his thoughts were immature and instead he should learn from them. Now that he's grown he feels like family for them both, almost as if he's the third brother. It pained him when Axl left but when Cain was assigned to the family as a guard he was thrilled. He didn't show it of course. Even though Cain participates as a shoulder more than a guard at times he still takes time to talk to him every now and then. He trust that his friend will be able to one day live normally. As for him. He knows he can never be a normal person and must always keep the grace of a prince and one day the stature of a king.
Nationality (Benjlakki, Metargo, or Mysticaran): Metargo

Unit (for soldiers): Not made yet, Near Shadow 1.0.

So begins...

Scoar Zeo Metargo's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zechariah Malachi Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi Character Portrait: Kyle Scipio Character Portrait: Gracchus Ossi Character Portrait: Agathe Erasmus Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Lilira Nonora Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Machara Akira Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Catrina Ramirez Character Portrait: Laurence Vance Character Portrait: Axl Jai Numi Character Portrait: Sarxas Kirtiru

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Fertaninn, the Eastern region of Benjlakk. Its wildlife has been relatively untouched due to the Republic's environmentally friendly policies. Here, many people arrive to escape the fuss of politics. Numerous farmers, agricultural workers, biologists, and solar technicians call this place home. In one particular area of it, Benjlakk's Capital, the District of Justicra, the story of brave soldiers, odd romances, and battles which threaten to bring both apart begins.

It was early in the morning, the preparations for a festival, located in Diplomacy Square, to host officials, military personnel, and other visitors from different countries, especially from Metargo and Mysticara, as Benjlakk wished to mediate between the two countries in hopes that a ceasefire between the two warring nations could be reached. If not, then it would be inevitable that it would turn into a discussion on which side countries not involved would take.

Zechariah, having just put on his uniform while in the room he was staying at before the event, picked up the communication disk on his desk, then typed up a message to send to someone he met a while back. Ever since meeting her, he has developed a crush on her. The message went as follows:

My dear Beathas,

Today is a big day for the people of Benjlakk. Leaders and military personnel from Mysticara and Metargo are visiting at Diplomacy Square, where, within Diplomacy Hall, the President shall help mediate between the two countries in hopes a ceasefire will occur. I do not deny that should this fail, everyone, involved and not involved in the war, that are present at that meeting while the festival goes on shall become agitated, at which point officials from currently-neutral countries will voice their opinions on whom their countries will side with. This would put increased pressure on Benjlakk to get involved, as well, which I believe would not bode well in the end. I'm glad I do not have to be at that meeting and listen to all the banter, since rants would most likely be dominant rather than civil discussion. My part in this, as part of the Benjlakki military, is to ensure the peace is kept within Diplomacy Square.

I hope that where you are at is not in any danger from the fighting. I heard it has escalated over the course of the war. If only I could be there with you, even bring you here, to Fertaninn. It is a very peaceful part of Benjlakk, where wildlife and plantlife are relatively untouched, a paradise for people wishing not to be overwhelmed by the pressures of politics every day. Sure, there are still some downsides, but the relative peacefulness and the scenery more than make up for that.

Yours forever and always,
Zechariah


Once Zechariah sent that message, the door opened, which startled him at first, but then he realized who it was and calmed down. It was only Benjamin, who motioned for him to come outside. It was kind of a good thing Ben did not notice the message sent to Beathas. If he knew Zech was sending messages to a Metargo (whom it was not known, yet, that she was actually the princess), Ben would probably get onto him about it. The Metargo invasion upon Fertaninn was still fresh in everyone’s minds.

Zech came out the door and followed Benjamin to where everyone else in Brown Wing Team had gathered, which was basically the designated briefing room assigned to them, not that there was much to expect. At least, not much that was in sight. Dawn had still yet to come in the District of Justicra, preparations for the visitors' arrival still in progress, which meant there was more than enough time to prepare everyone, and to introduce the newest addition to the unit. With everyone standing at attention, Zechariah could stand in front of them. Although, they could at least relax a little bit, in his opinion.

"At ease." With that, Brown Wing Team spread their legs, their hands behind their backs, their faces now facing him. Zechariah gave a soft grin and figured this was the time to say more. "All right, as you all know, this is a very important day for us as a nation. Whatever goes on in this city will determine if we even get involved in the war. Should this mediation fail, other nations not involved could get riled up and start picking sides and enticing the Republic to do the same thing. That is not something we would want, since our neutrality is what keeps us from turning our lands from peaceful places to warzones with massive devastation. What we, Brown Wing Team, will do today is try to keep the peace, which is why I gave everyone here either a post to stand watch at or an area to patrol. Be sure to keep hydrated, though: the forecast for today said it should reach over 80 degrees Fahrenheit. You all should know where you need to go once I hand out the papers." Looking around, he asked, "Hey! Where's Sarxas! She should be here."

Benjamin replied with, "I gave her the paper with the post you assigned her early. She's the one who will be part of security at Diplomacy Hall for a bit, after all."

"Okay, thanks for reminding me, Ben!" Looking back at the rest of Brown Wing Team, he said, "Anyway, before I hand out the other papers, I would like to introduce our latest addition to Brown Wing Team, Laurence Vance." Glancing in the Corporal's direction, he said, "Laurence, do you mind coming up and introducing yourself? Pardon my not referring to you by your title, since I like knowing people on a first-name basis. After all, we're all the same on the battlefield, so titles aren't all that necessary."

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Sarxas was already beside the door that led straight into Diplomacy Hall, where the conference would be. Even though she was accustomed to waking up early, she was not counting on it being this early, while the sun had yet to appear. She truthfully hoped she could have slept longer. Feliniri are feline humanoids, after all, and love their catnaps. Regardless, even with a hint of fatigue from both waking up so early and the intense training she voluntarily underwent just to get in some exercise, she remained on task and kept alert for anything that could go wrong.

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Saul and the rest of his family were in a hotel room near Diplomacy Square, most of them still asleep, but not Saul. He was always a bit of an early bird who woke up before everyone else. Well, aside from his son, whom would sometimes get up at the same time for training or some other practical reason, but that was different. The Metargo King was getting ready for the meeting within Diplomacy Hall, specifically the speaking part of it. He was already in his ceremonial attire, which was basically a gold-trimmed version of a typical military officer's uniform, otherwise completely gray aside from emblems and medals.

The only time he veered his eyes off of the paper he was writing on was when he heard a soft beep from the communication disk he saw nearby his daughter. It was odd, because that disk was clearly of Benjlakki design, which was prevalent by the aesthetics and the fact it was powered solely by solar energy. Whoever it was that gave her that must truly admire her despite the fact the country the family swore allegiance to invaded Benjlakk three years ago and fought with the nation for that whole year and half of another. He felt it best not to press the matter with Beathas, since the last thing she needed was whatever hopes she had left to be crushed.

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Aaron woke up early and put on his uniform, placing his one pistol he brought into his holster. He wanted to be prepared to ensure the royal family's safety. His room was between Kyle's and May's, which meant the two people he could count on the most were not far from him at all. As for Cain, well, the specialist had a tendency to let the whole commando bit get the best of him, sometimes, which meant he could mess up something as simple as just keeping watch without making the Benjlakki mad at some covert tech being used in their territory. There was no telling where the man could be, at this hour, which was another thing the sergeant was annoyed about. Just once, Aaron wished he did not have to deal with Cain doing his own thing. He already had enough trouble with handling Kyle's easygoing, and rather perverted, nature.

At any rate, he figured he might as well wake up May, but just barging into her room would be rude. Instead, he merely knocked. Calmly, he stated, "Time to get ready, Specialist Fermana."

Kyle did not have to be told. He already was up and preparing for the day's assignment. He always had his handy pocket knife in one of his pockets for any mission, in case he needed to do something that had to do with cutting.

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Gracchus was always an early bird, having been raised among coffee farmers and wild game hunters, which meant getting up was rather easy for him. Being one of the captains within the prestigious Natrulkra Tribal Force, he did not want to let his chieftain down. It was natural for an elf to be very loyal. Nobody that came with him seemed to be awake, at the moment, so he used this time bring out the coffee beans from his magic compartment and make some coffee for everybody via some special spells he knew. Not that the coffee from the hotel was bad, but he still preferred to make some by himself for better flavor.

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Agathe got up shortly after Gracchus did. Being one of the officers in the Air and Ground Party, she wanted to get ahead of schedule to help out her taskforce within the squad she was in. As much as she did not see any reason to fight anymore, what could she do except roll with it until her term in the Natrulkra Tribal Force is over? The smell of coffee lightened her mood a little bit. Gracchus, though her commanding officer within Green Golem Riders, was like a brother to her. Elves did tend to behave like family with people they knew, unless they had a crush on somebody, naturally. Not that Gracchus had any romantic endeavors, mind you.

"Good morning, Captain."

Gracchus smiled in her direction. "Ah, Agathe! Nice to see you up, as usual!" He poured a mug of coffee and held it in front of her. "Want some?"

The lady nodded before receiving the mug. "Thank you."

Gracchus looked around. "Say, I wonder if Machara is up, yet."

Agathe shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not."

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Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: Axl Jai Numi

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Scoar was up at an ungodly hour, even for him. The sun had no shine of showing anytime soon and he was too busy making a sweat to bother with the feeling of exhaustion overpowering his body.

Gods. Why didn't I go to sleep earlier last night. No. That's not what I should be thinking about. Cain never once complained about waking up early before going to a mission.

He motivated himself by remembering his own friends will power. With each push up he continually thought, how many would Cain do, and how much more he could try to do. Of course after the first fifty sets, he lost count. One set was about four dozen push ups and a run around the training grounds, maybe a mile and a half in size. His body finally broke down and he fell on his stomach.
This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to get to a point where he could push his body for hours without breaking a sweat. Maybe, that was just impossible. Rolling on his back he looked up at the sky. The color was changing from dark blue to a light shade of purple, pink and light blue. It was true, if things went well today then he could enjoy more mornings like this. Peaceful mornings. The downside to peaceful mornings would be the fact that he would never be able to prove himself to his friend....or his father.

Sighing, Scoar made his way to his room in order to get dressed. He had a long day ahead of him.
[Hr] [/Hr]

Cain woke up early to his personal alarm. The bad part about being put on protection duty was the research. It was probably the worse types of jobs he had to do. He had to set arrangements for a good spot to see the royal family from and make sure he had a plan for the fastest route to reach them. That was easy considering he was sent on missions to Benjlakki. On top of that he had to buy non Metargo weapons just in case he was forced to leave the posts open. Last of all, the pay for the manual labor came out of his own pocket but it was worth it. He liked cutting failures down to a minimum as much as possible. This way all he had to do was worry about the royal families safety.

He was assigned to them in the middle of the last war between Metargo and Benjlakki. For years he was in charge of their protection but recently the prince himself told him he should make his own way starting in the Metargo armed forces. It wasn't his cup of tea to work on a team but he believed it shouldn't be much different then just killing who he was told to kill. Although, he was getting tired of killing people. Leaving all this war business behind would be a good relief off of his back. Maybe he could finally catch up for all those lost years. Either way, whether he had to kill or not, as far as anyone besides the royal family, the old organization and the Prime Minister was concerned he was just a normal person. Given his title by the Royalty of course, which could cause problems, but it couldn't be as bad as having them think he was some sort of human project or monster. Who knew, maybe he could make more friends than just the prince if he acted right.

Already dressed, he walked over to his bike and put his helmet on. Pressing the side he got in contact with his father, who would brief him on the mission at hand.
"Hello." The familiar raspy voice answered.
"I'm in route to Benjlakki. Confirm my positions." He gave a cold tone in return.
"Yes. Five points. We'll go by the alphabet. Alpha Bravo are in the east. Charlie Delta are to the west. Echo to the north."
"I'll take south."
"Remember the map?"
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He hung up. Of course he remembered the map. He studied the territory for years. He knew the District of Justicra like the back of his hand. He resented his fathers cry at being caring. He looked at his watch and sighed. Speeding off toward the city, he tried to keep a good perspective on the coming events.

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With the sun barely rising, the man was fighting the urge to stay in bed. He slowly opened his eyes that looked like lavender flower petals and rubbed them with the back of his hand. "So today's the day. It should be quite interesting to see what happens when you grab three world superpowers and throw them into one building." he said to himself. He wondered to himself if his brother would be there. Then again, it didn't matter. He doubted he would recognize him now. That would be good. That man was Axl's biggest threat. The less he knew about the current him the better. He'd hate to have to kill his own brother. Rolling out of bed he decided to get dressed in his uniform and walk the town for some sight seeing.

The setting changes from benjlakk to Myrstrarkia

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Zechariah Malachi Character Portrait: Gracchus Ossi Character Portrait: Agathe Erasmus Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Machara Akira Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo

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[Ignore, sorry. Moving post to correct place.]

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Character Portrait: Zechariah Malachi Character Portrait: Gracchus Ossi Character Portrait: Agathe Erasmus Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Machara Akira Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo

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Beathas Metargo


BEEP.

Opening her eyes slowly Beathas began to stir upon hearing the soft noise chiming next to her bedside. As her tired half-open purple orbs gradually acknowledged the source of the gentle sound she then reached a hand out from beneath the covers of her bed and cautiously took hold of the communication disk in her grasp.’It‘s from him. Zachariah.’ Beneath the covers the girl read over the message, having felt the need to keep such personal things private from her family. Although, due to living in a hotel for the time being maintaining levels of privacy was made somewhat more challenging than normal. Beathas just hoped no one noticed her oddness from time to time. ’It‘s wonderful that he is thinking of me, and that he seems to care about my welfare. At least now I can push aside my initial worries of him forgetting me…’

Elsewhere in the room Beathas could hear her father at work, presumably focused on some speech in preparation for the meeting that was being held within Diplomacy Hall later on. He was always awake ahead of everyone else in the family, except for her brother who also shared the same early-rising habits. Although, as far as she was aware their mother was still asleep from what she could gather at that moment.

Holding the communication disk close to her chest the girl sat forward as she gracefully slipped out of her bed quietly. Without uttering a word she pulled the covers back over her bed before making her way into one of the smaller joining rooms to get herself ready in. With all the excitement and curiosity that she felt after reading the message from Zachariah the girl was unable to continue her slumber, or think about much else, and therefore thought best to get dressed or at the very least seek a better place to retreat to for a more secure level of privacy.

Setting the disk aside for a moment the princess proceeded to wash and dress herself, grasping at the opportunity to do so while her parents were busy and her brother out. It was normally expected for someone to aid the princess in getting dressed, however, Beathas often enjoyed doing things like this herself. It prepared her for life as a young woman and in turn helped her become more independent.

Once washed, dressed and socially-presentable, Beathas took hold of the disk again and practically hugged it with evident care and affection. She desperately wanted to respond to the message, and yet a part of her was still cautious in her approach towards the young man who she had came to know simply as Zachariah. In all honesty, there was still quite a bit she didn’t know about him and her fledgling feelings for him could’ve been considered naïve, though Beathas didn’t care. She liked him. That much she knew.

Leaving the small room the princess took notice of her father and made her way over beside him, casually eyeing up the various paperwork round about him.

“Morning Father,” She quietly greeted, all the while having the disk snugly hugged in her hands. “How is your work coming along?” Beathas didn’t normally take much involvement in regards to her fathers work. Although, she found it polite of herself to at least show an interest and express her support. “Do you think it would be alright to go out and explore the hotel, just for a little bit? I won’t draw attention to myself and I don’t want to bother anyone. It’s just… being in this room offers little to do, father.”

Throwing her long dark hair over her shoulder the girl looked to her father with soft pleading eyes, awaiting hopeful for his response.






Machara Akira


Machara awoke with a groan. She wasn’t a morning person by nature, though given her job and position within the party getting up early was required from many soldiers.

After several minutes had passed the dark haired woman got to her feet and stepped out of bed, quickly attempting to get dressed and look as presentable as she could, before leaving her room and fixing her hair in the process. By the time she was in motion and moving around the young woman was looking more perkier as time passed, having gradually gotten use to this early-rising routine by now, somewhat. Of course, despite all the hurried efforts to look awake, her sleepy expression always took a little longer to adjust than anything else.

Once a short period of time had passed Machara eventually found herself in the company of Gracchus and Agathe, two individuals who she had sort of grew to know during her time in the party, and as expected they were both drinking coffee.

“Morning you two.” She said in a tired tone, her eyes briefly closing in the process. Without another word the woman sat herself down and lay her head into her hands, lazily slouched over whilst trying to snap back awake.

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Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: Axl Jai Numi

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Scoar dressed himself in his black tux. He didn't like to wear any sort of medals or anything flashy, for he believed a man isn't judged by those things. Though they do represent the things he's done he didn't feel like he needed proof. All he needed was his own memories. He reached down in his pocket to make sure that his glasses case was in there in a position so that they wouldn't be crushed. Looking at himself in the mirror he gave a sigh before exiting his room.

He then proceeded to the area where his family was planned to meet up. Just catching the last of his fathers words he sucked on his teeth. "Pfft. A man like that doesn't deserve to rule over Metargo. It should be like the old days when the king would rule his people and fight with them. I wonder when things got the way they are now, when the royal family are considered underlings of a pathetic man who sends his people to war and hide while they do his dirty work." He calmly said in not an angry tone, but a disjointed one. He fixed his suits cuffs a litrle. "I'm sorry father. I don't mean to say you are an underling, it's just that... I think you deserve to be the one that leads Metargo and makes all the calls."

He went to his mother and hugged her. "Sorry for not addressing you first mother." He said softly before turning to his sister. "Hey sis." He said with a smile. "Are we almost ready to part father?"

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Cain arrived at the assigned location. It didn't take him that long on his bike. He walked into the building and was face to face with a man standing there with a cigarette in his mouth.

"You know that those are bad for you right?" He said.

"So is being caught with enough lead power to blow half of someones head off from twenty kilometers away." The man said blowing out a breath of smoke.

Cain gave the man a smirk. "True. Here," He threw the keys to his bike at the guy. "It's yours until we get back to Metargo."

The man gave an excited laugh. "Oh my. I can't wait to make her scream."He smiled.

Both men walked passed each other before stopping with about a foot of distance away from their backs. Cain stopped because he knew the man was going to have more to say.
"Remember. If they ask you where you're from. You say nothing other than...."
"I know. I was sent to kill King Metargo. I've played behind enemy lines before. You just make sure you don't scratch my bike."

The man chuckled and walked out the building, Leaving Cain to get to work. After feeling the familiar suction of his masked being place on his face, he walked upstairs to get a layout of everything. The rifle was made from Mysticara, the scope was a Benjlakk exclusive and the bullets were of course from Metargo. Each of the five post, had some type of rotation so that the only one that goes down in case of failure was Cain. Of course, that's why he wore a mask. He had thousands of escape routes planned. In truth however, whether he was caught or not didn't really matter.
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Axl sat down at his favorite Cafe in the district. He was eagerly awaiting the outcome of this little meeting. He took a sip of black coffee and left ready to head to the library area. It would be nice to read a good book to pass the time.

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Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo

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Karen Lunaria Metargo

Karen could see worry and despair overtaking Saul. "Assuming the Mysticaran officials even listen to our side of it, along with Parliament actually approving whatever motion towards peace that is given once we arrive home. That is the sad reality of politics: it is often run by emotions rather than logic; by ignorance and stereotypes instead of understanding and knowledge. The Mysticaran Federation's Head Councilor, Marcus Pericles, the first elf to be elected to that office, has seen more combat and destruction than any of us can hope to perceive, given his naturally long lifespan that comes with being an elf. He is desperate to put a stop to the harm towards the natural environment, little realizing that these things take time. It has already taken generations to solve several crises, and it would likely take generations more to resolve the dilemma with the habitat. As for our Prime Minister, Romano Lopez, well, we already know how nationalistic he is. If only I could hang my rifle and pistol as souvenirs instead of using them in warfare at Parliament's behest."

Karen let out a gentle sigh. She hated to see him so down. Yet she understood the weight of the task before him. Such a burden would put out some of the most vigorous flames of hope. Karen knew that Saul was growing tired of the lack of progress. She had to admit herself that things seemed to be getting worse in the political arena. But what Karen worried more about was her family’s endurance throughout all of this turmoil. Before Karen could respond she heard the voice of her son Scoar.

"Pfft. A man like that doesn't deserve to rule over Metargo. It should be like the old days when the king would rule his people and fight with them. I wonder when things got the way they are now, when the royal family are considered underlings of a pathetic man who sends his people to war and hide while they do his dirty work." He calmly said in not an angry tone, but a disjointed one. He fixed his suits cuffs a litrle. "I'm sorry father. I don't mean to say you are an underling, it's just that... I think you deserve to be the one that leads Metargo and makes all the calls."

He went to his mother and hugged her. "Sorry for not addressing you first mother." He said softly before turning to his sister. "Hey sis." He said with a smile. "Are we almost ready to part father?"

Karen returned her son’s embrace. She wish he and his father could understand one another better. Scoar was always inside his own thoughts, as if he was in some distant land. Karen always felt herself wishing she could rescue him from such a seemingly lonely place. She looked him in the eyes and gave a nurturing smile, “Please try to understand your father’s plight Scoar. Things are very complex these days and your father needs our strength to help him fight the battle of the heart.” Karen spoke with wisdom and grace.

She then knelt down so that her eyes were level with the seated Saul. “What you said is true my darling, a sad truth indeed. However we must keep our hope alive, even if but an ember. We might not be able to put our weapons down just yet, but if we surrender our hearts to peace now our hands will follow suit. Even those that we consider enemies with someday know us as friends.” Karen rose to her feet once more. She turned around and headed for the wardrobe. “I must hurry and get dressed. It impolite to keep the others waiting. A queen should be prompt and I’m a bad example today.” Karen giggled as she stood quickly deciding what she was to wear. She hoped to bring a more positive note into the morning’s atmosphere.

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Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: Kyle Scipio Character Portrait: Gracchus Ossi Character Portrait: Agathe Erasmus Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Machara Akira Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: May Fermana

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Beathas Metargo


Beathas smiled warmly towards her father once hearing of him approving her request.

“Oh, thank you father!” She giggled happily. “I promise I won’t get up to any mischief.” Reassuring the older man as convincingly as she could manage the young female then spun round suddenly, rather merrily, before noticing her mother.

“Oh, morning mother.”

With a brief curtsy the young girl hurried onwards towards the door, though was stopped momentarily by the surprise presence of her brother just then. “Hello brother.” She politely greeted, ignoring his earlier words to their father, whilst casually taking the time and care to place the communication disk she had earlier into one of the pockets on her dress for safe keeping. “I‘m just heading out, actually.” Smiling, the younger sibling continued on her way out of the room and left the rest of her family to deal with the heavier side of things. After all, Beathas was the youngest child and at times could afford the luxury of side-stepping the tricky aspects of being a royal. Not to mention she knew all too well how heated things could easily become between her family and moments likes this, especially when it involved her brother and father.

'Hopefully they can all get along and manage to be civil to each other, for now. It's times like this that I really appreciate being able to just run off and find some peace elsewhere, even if it is only exploring a hotel.'

After leaving the room Beathas calmly made her way directly for the elevator as advised by her father. However, along the way she ran into a few soldiers who saluted towards her upon her arrival. She recognized them a little and therefore opted to curtsy in response out of politeness.

“Good morning,” She replied with a smile. “Actually, the whole family is up now and preparing themselves. Although my father did allowed me to explore the hotel in the meantime, since I did not wish to be cooped up in the room any longer, you see. I hope I'm not getting in the way...”

After giving a simple explanation the young princess turned and looked towards the other male and female soldiers for a quiet moment, before then returning her focus back onto the snowy-blonde haired individual.

“I am assuming that you are actually the ones sent to escort the royal family?” She asked, after the thought just hit her. “It is quite handy that I ran into you three, then. You must be Aaron, Kyle, and May?”






Machara Akira


Machara blinked, raising her head upwards when hearing the offering of coffee.

“Your coffee crazy, you know that Gracchus?” She teased a little whilst taking the mug and holding it securely in her hands a moment later. “But, your also sweet, so thanks all the same.”

Whilst blowing on the coffee to cool it down a little her eyes curiously drifted over into the direction of Agathe, who was giggling. “Hardly. Gracchus never leaves anyone out, right?” Pausing, she took a sip of her coffee before resting it down on her lap. “Got to admit, though, he does make good coffee. Helps perk me up in the morning.”

After a few quiet minutes passed, Machara then added, “Anyhow, any big plans today for us? Or can I go back to bed…”

The dark-haired woman laughed a little amusingly, before shifting her stare onto Gracchus. “You know, coffee in bed sounds nice. You ought to do room deliveries, Gracchus.” Her laughter continued for a few moments longer before Machara took another couple of sips of her coffee.

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Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi Character Portrait: Kyle Scipio Character Portrait: Agathe Erasmus Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Lilira Nonora Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Machara Akira Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Catrina Ramirez Character Portrait: Laurence Vance Character Portrait: Clarissa Monety Character Portrait: Sarxas Kirtiru

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Saul turned his eyes in his son's direction as he listened to what he had to say. It was rather pointless to him, though, since the Prime Minister's authority was not absolute, even if he could possibly get away with some things. Parliament was a legislative body whose Prime Minister was chosen from the political party with the most seats. Lopez had executive powers, yes, yet they were still checked by the legislative branch of Parliament in some way.

Besides, he could understand how matters in policy making came to be. The final king with absolute authority in Metargo, about a thousand years ago, abused his authority in ways unimaginable today, which prompted the nobles of the time to rally the masses of the people and convince the royal family during that era to sign the first of several documents which gradually took away authority from the King and emplaced in a council which would eventually become Parliament. A thousand years have passed since that time, and here was the result. In all honesty, Saul was relieved that the royal family's authority has not been absolute for so long. In his eyes, that was one less thing to worry about abusing.

Karen’s eyes close to his, which was comforting, in all honesty, interrupted his thoughts. Hearing her words, he managed a soft smile. “Of course, Karen.” He laughed a little when she mentioned being prompt. “No problem with being early, I suppose. It would show that we are serious about this. I just finished what I wrote, so I’ll be waiting outside, my dear.”

Turning towards Scoar, he said to him, “I know you are trying to prove yourself, Scoar, but we already know you are capable.” Patting him on the shoulder as only a father would, he asked him, “Is it not that which counts?” With that, he went out the door and waited in the hallway.

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Aaron nodded towards Beathas’ questions and heard what May said. He waited for the princess’ answer to Specialist Fermana’s question before saying anything. With the idle chat out of the way, Aaron said, “Since everyone is up, already, we should get on with the escort. May and Kyle shall go with your parents and brother.” A glare towards Kyle, he said to him, in particular, “And no funny business with anyone along the way to Diplomacy Hall, inside it, or coming out of it, Private!”

Kyle glared back. “It’s not like I don’t have boundaries or shame, Sergeant!”

Shrugging, Aaron then turned his attention back to Beathas. “I’ll come with you. And, as for Cain, I think it’s time he actually did as he was told, for once.” Getting on the commucations device on his concealed wristband, he contacted Cain with, “Specialist Numi, I’ve had enough of your goofing off! You’re part of Lion Team, now, which means you can’t go doing your own thing all the time! We’re here to escort the royal family, not to party, so get your ass over here to the hotel, right now! Don’t make me tell you again!” Hanging up, he told Beathyas, “Sorry, your highness, for the language, but Cain is so irritating, thinking he can run off all the time. Had he taken his part in the squadron seriously, I’ll bet the so-called ‘Eagle of Mercy’ would have been shot down during the invasion that took place here in Benjlakk, before we continued the4 fight with Mysticara.”

Kyle put his hand on Aaron’s shoulder while expressing his annoyance. “Oh, come on, Aaron! You’re not still hung up on Zechariah Malachi beating you in mech combat, are you?” Aaron’s glare made Private Scipio cross his arms angrily while glancing away with, “I know, stupid question. I’ll just be going with May to escort the rest of the family, like you said.”

While Kyle went with May to do that, Aaron was about to speak further when he spotted two Benjlakki soldiers coming their way, one of whom he was familiar with. Crossing his arms, his eyes motioned for Beathas to look in that direction while he said, “Well, what do you know? The famous ‘Eagle of Mercy’ has come to this building.” Glancing in Zechariah direction, he asked, “And, what would he be doing here?”

Zechariah saw and heard Aaron Lextu, whose voice he remembered well, which set his teeth on edge. With Aaron right in front of him, Zech answered the question while glaring back. “I happen to be patrolling, Aaron, plus helping out a new addition to Brown Wing Team. Don’t pretend we have anything to talk about, since you seem to only care about some stupid reputation, just like during the invasion.”

Aaron’s teeth were now gritting. “The Lextu family tradition is stupid, you say? What about the Malachi family tradition that you seem to be upholding, similar to my family tradition, along with your own] reputation? You take no pride in that?”

Zechariah clenched his fist that was hanging beside him. “Military tradition means nothing to me. I heard of the horrors of war, and I came to hate fighting because of that.”

“So, why did you fight, then?”

“I was drafted. I had no choice but to fight.”

Aaron scoffed at that response. “A Malachi that was drafted? That’s a laugh.” Glancing in Beathas’ direction, he posed the query, “Isn’t that right, Princess Beathas?”

“There’s a first time for everything, Aaron. Besides…” Before he could say what else he wanted to say, the name all of a sudden registered into his mind, which made his eyes widen in shock, his anger quickly dissolved. “Wait a minute! Did you say Beathas?”

Aaron glanced back in his direction, “Of course, I did1 Is it really a surprise that the Princess of Metargo would be in Benjlakk for this event?”

“She’s the… Princess?”

Aaron crossed his arms. “Well, duh! You didn’t know that?”

Zechariah glanced in the girl’s direction and finally got a good look at her. It was definitely the same woman, which added to his surprise. “No, I… I didn’t know.”

“And she did not know you were a member of the Malachi family, huh?”

Zechariah shook his head, then walked on over to the Princess. “Beathas, I… I’m sorry for not telling you sooner. I did not want you to focus on what the media or news said about me if you were to know I was actually this rumored ‘Eagle of Mercy’. I wanted you to focus on the real me, not what others say about me. I’m not some legend looking to make a bigger name of the Malachi family.” He took her hands gently, looking in her purple eyes with his blue ones, and continued. “I’m just… Zechariah. That is what matters, isn’t it?”

--

Sarxas glanced in Clarissa’s direction while pondering for a brief moment. “Hmm… a kingdom, you say, and a smaller one, at that? There are only two kingdoms out of the smaller nations, and you don’t look like a Dwarvaran. Is it safe to assume you are from Betaku, Clarissa?” Tapping on the tablet again, the tiger Feliniri immigrant added, “Well, anyway, the nearest hotel would be to the south of Diplomacy Square.” A piece of paper with directions came out, which she handed to the white-haired woman. “Here. The directions to the place are easy enough to follow. Oh, and my name is Sarxas. It's... Feliniri for 'Sarah'.”

--

Benjamin laughed a little when Clarissa spun around in her child-like way. Even after the hard fighting in the previous war, she maintained some degree innocence. “Well, lets’ go, then”

It took a bit to make it to the scientific sector of town, but they made it right when Benjamin received a message on his Communication Disk. It was from Lilira, which made his eyes widen. He had not contacted her in a while, and she wanted some time with him here, In Justicra, it seems. He tried to get in touch with her, but no response. Finally, he just left a message.

Hey, Lilira,

It’s me, Benjamin. I’m currently patrolling the scientific area with a friend. I should be near you, so If I see you, I’ll come talk to you, okay? Sorry for not getting in touch with you sooner.


Hanging up, Ben sighed and told Catrina. “That was a childhood friend of mine from back in Southeast Fertaninn, Lilira Nonora. We were very close before the war, not that a relationship started or anything. Although, I wish one had between her and I. I could have refused to enlist, but back then, I was bent on upholding the family name where my younger brother refused to until he was drafted, which kind of adds to the guilt for not getting in touch with her for a while.” His smile when looking at Catrina, again, was more of a sad one as he rubbed her head like a sibling would. “Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? Let’s just get back to what we were doing.”

Continuing the patrol in the area, the last thing he expected was to see an unconscious individual dragged by two men in black suits and ties. “What the…” He took a closer look at who it was being dragged, then noticed the brown-haired girl as the same one that just tired to get in touch with him. That made his eyes widened as he sprinted in that direction. ”Lilira!”

It was at that moment that the man not holding on to the unconscious girl pulled out a plasma handgun and fired upon Ben, whom barely had enough time to evade and take cover behind a wall while motioning for Catrina to do the same. Once he was certain the redhead was beside him and safe for the moment, he shouted, “Damn! That guy has had military training, I can tell!” Pulling out his own handgun, the Corporal leaped out of cover to shoot the attacker in the head, only to find out Lilira was already in the hovercar and vanishing. ”No!” Just as he said that, one of the men in the car threw an grenade in his direction, which he got out of the way of in time to grab Catrina and pull her away from the blast. Looking at the redhead, he asked, “You okay?”

--

Gracchus laughed with Machara for a moment. “Well, coffee in bed does sound nice for everybody. I may do that, sometime.” Shrugging, he added, “And yes, there are big plans. We are, after all, escorting the Chieftain of Natrulkra and the Head Councilor of Mysticara. All three of us have been chosen for that.”

While everyone else grabbed a mug, Agathe added, “I am a bit worried, though: not just that this meeting may turn out unproductive, but also because of this alliance we are forming with Caninisia. That country and Felinir have had a rivalry in several ways over the years, something that has caused friction between them. Should this alliance become official, the Feliniri might side with Metargo just to oppose the Caninisians.”

Gracchus nodded. “I know. That is disturbing. But, there’s nothing we can do about it, so we’ll just worry about what’s going on here, for now.” Laughing some more, he added, “Anyway, Machara, about being coffee crazy. I grew up around coffee farmers, so it can’t be helped, right?”

The setting changes from benjlakk to Myrstrarkia

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Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: Axl Jai Numi Character Portrait: Clarissa Monety

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Scoar waited patiently for his father and mother to come after him before leaving the hallway for the exit. The first one to show was of course his dad. Watching them, one would think that Scoar was one of the guards for the family because of the way he dressed. The man wore neither medals of war, nor did he wear any of the royal clothing as opposed to his father who was dressed in his finest wear's. If it wasn't for the resemblance, no would have guessed that he was the son of such a respectable man. In truth Scoar loved his father, even though it may seem like he was trying to outplay him to some people. Deep down inside he just wanted to be able to live up to his fathers name and maybe one day become an even greater leader than him.

As his father walked towards him. "Again father," He said, "I'm sorry for my outburst." He had his head slightly bent in forgiveness when a touch on his shoulder caused him to look up. "I know you are trying to prove yourself, Scoar, but we already know you are capable.” The king said to his son. “Is it not that which counts?”
It seemed even his own father understood how he was really feeling, which gave Scoar a small fragment of relief, but, what did he mean by that. If that doesn't count then what does? He decided to ask him later.
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Even with about three movements of sun remaining before the king would take his seat, Cain stayed in his stance staring down the scope pass the lines of buildings and alleys, towards the kings chair at the meeting place. His rifle was of course on safe and his finger off the trigger. He was like a statue, moving for nothing, not even an itch. Only his ear twitched when he heard a faint sound of an explosion of some sort. He didn't think it was a big deal, but decided to check in anyway. He grabbed his communicator and called the prince.
"Cain?" Scoar's voice answered.
"Yeah. Are you okay?"
"Uh-huh. Why, whats up?"
"Nothing I heard an explosion. Must just be training exercises. No big deal."
"Oh... Okay. Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Having fun?" The prince asked sarcastically.
"Are you trying to pick a fight?"
"Haha. Well It seems your calling me because you're bored."
"Whatever. I have to continue preparing for today. We'll talk later."
Cain said hanging up on his end. Cain and Scoar were friends since they've been kids. Of course he would be worried if the explosion was near him, but he had to admit it. He was bored.
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Scoar finished the call and turned to his father. "Hehe. That was Cain. It seems there is some training going on and he was worried about me." He said with a light smile on his face.
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Axl made his way towards his next location. He really did enjoy reading. There was something calm about it. Surely it must have been the quietness or the fact that he could empty his mind of his unclear thoughts. He stared at the sky as he walked. 'The sky seems to be enjoying its freedom. I'm envious'
So, he kept on walking, looking for another place wait until he could make his move. His steps seemed to slip up a bit as he bumped his shoulders past a small woman who looked be at least three years younger than him. He quickly turned around lightly easing his scowl.
"I'm sorry Miss. I should watch where I'm going." He said as he turned to walk back in the direction of the library. He was alot of things, but rude was not one of them. At least, he'd like to think that.

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Character Portrait: Zechariah Malachi Character Portrait: Aaron Lextu Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi Character Portrait: Kyle Scipio Character Portrait: Agathe Erasmus Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Lilira Nonora Character Portrait: Beathas Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Machara Akira Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Catrina Ramirez Character Portrait: Laurence Vance Character Portrait: Clarissa Monety Character Portrait: Sarxas Kirtiru Character Portrait: Sicari Videns

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Kyle shrugged a bit. "I slept all right, I guess." It was a lie, of course, and it showed in his eyes. Every night, he would have the same dream, one which would leave him in tears. You see, he was not always a perverted stooge. At one point in his life, he was honestly a more innocent person, though still a bit of a stooge. That was, until certain events which occurred which would change his life forever, a series of events he tried to forget via vice. Just the question on whether he slept well made those memories come to life in his head. So much so, he could barely hold his emotions back. "I-I'm sorry, May. I just... never sleep that well, for personal reasons. Let's just get back to what we were doing."

--

Meanwhile, Saul saw Scoar come out to the hall while on a comm device. Upon hearing who it was on there, the king lightly grinned while chuckling. "Cain is a great man, very respectable. Although, Aaron Lextu has been having trouble keeping him from running off, lately. I suppose we should have told Aaron about Cain's previous profession so he would understand why he does what he does." As the conversation continued, Karen came out and hugged Saul while mentioning she would be exploring the hotel, right before pecking him on the cheek. He responded by hugging back and nodding before letting go.

Afterwards, Kyle and May arrived in front of both Saul and Scoar. Turning his attention in their direction, Saul said, "Good morning, Kyle, May. Where is Aaron?"

Kyle saluted while responding with, "He volunteered to escort Princess Beathas, your majesty."

Saul nodded, then tilted his head while asking Kyle, "Did you get to sleep at all, this time, Mr. Scipio?"

Kyle's eyes widened. It was that, again. Times like this made him wish Aaron did not say anything about that nuclear meltdown to the King to begin with. Turning his head to the side while dropping his arm, his eyes turned to those of sadness as he replied with, "Not really. It's always that same dream."

"About your sister?"

Private Scipio nodded. "That damn meltdown destroyed the rest of my family back at my hometown, leaving only myself, Aaron, my sister, and a few other people to live on. Aaron is not related to me, mind you, but my sister, Adara, she meant everything to me. More than anything, I wanted her to grow up, find a guy that would respect her, and live peacefully and safely. The treatment for the resulting radioactive sickness that inflicted her was expensive, so I turned to gambling and other vices to try to pay for it." The tears finally began to come up, albeit slowly. "She died in the hospital before that could happen. Since then, I just wasn't the same; I tried to forget about it, but I couldn't." Brushing those tears away, he added, "But, you already know that from listening to Aaron. I don't really tell a ton of people."

Saul put a hand on Kyle's shoulder in comfort. "I doubt your sister would want you to dwell on the past so much."

Kyle nodded, then asked, "Where is the Queen?"

Saul laughed a little. "Knowing her, she probably went to the courtyard to check it out. I am betting Beathas will be there, as well."

"I'll head down there, then. I'll bet Aaron will be there, too, since he is escorting the Princess."

--

Zechariah listened to Beathas and smiled slightly, softly, as was customary. It must be rough for her, since she probably has a harder time letting the real her come out. shrugging at her own apology, he said, "Don't worry about it." Letting go, he added, "Well, I better get back to the patrol. I'll keep in touch, okay?"

Zechariah then turned around and walked on back towards Larry, who seemed to be confused by the whole thing. While walking beside him and continuing the patrol, Zech said to the corporal, "I supposed you are confused as to what went on." He sighed before continuing. "Well, Beathas and I met before, on an island off the coasts of Fertaininn. There was a solar technology convention going on at that island when she and I accidentally bumped into each other. I was having some R&R at the time, so I didn't have my uniform on, nor was I willing to admit that I was a Malachi or the Eagle of Mercy. It is known across the world, especially all over Benjlakk, that the Malachi family's family tradition is one of military valor and service. I'm kind of sick of being known by the family legacy, or my title, or even by my military background. I just... want to be treated like any other person. That is why I did not tell Beathas that I am a Malachi." Looking at Vance, he added, "I am kind of relieved that I was not the only one with a secret. Although, it is sad, as well. I mean, Beathas likely has to deal with some of the same things I do, albeit in a different form."

---

Aaron rolled his eyes at Zech, right before asking Beathas, "Well, your highness, would you like to see the courtyard? I hear Benjlakki landscaping is rather impressive."

Waiting for her approval, he escorted her to there, where he spotted Karen looking up at the mechs. Aaron simply waited by the door which led back into the hotel. Kyle came soon after and spooted all three, then looked up. It was surprising that Mysticara and Elvera had mechs to begin with.

Kyle glanced in Aaron's direction. "Why do Mysticara and Elvera even have mechs? Don't they have mainly Golems?"

Aaron shrugged. "Mostly. There is a minority in both nations that is not that great at spellcasting, however, so they need to accommodate that minority." Tilting his head sideways, Sergeant Lextu changed the subject. "You look like you haven't rested, at all, last night."

Kyle glared at Aaron. "You know I don't sleep well at night."

"The dream, right? You still feel are dealing with the loss of your sister, Adara, due to radioactive sickness caused by the nuclear meltdown in our hometown that was largely destroyed?"

Private Scipio nodded slowly before having his head downcast in sadness. "Yeah... I was so close to being able to pay for that life-saving treatment, but ended up watching her die, instead. My sweet little sister didn't deserve that fate."

Aaron nodded, then his angry persona came back all over again. "You'd think Parliament would look at that wake-up call! But, no, they insisted that progress dictated we keep going the route we are going. It's no wonder our average life expectancy back at Metargo is decreasing while that in Benjlakk and Mysticara is increasing. The Benjlakki and Mysticarans actually get it, as much as I hate to admit that! The cowards and the tree-huggers are really embarrassing us!"

Kyle glared again while speaking sarcastically, "Well, thanks a lot, Doc! That really helps!"

---

Benjamin nodded towards Catrina. "I'm okay, except..." He turned his head sideways in anger. "Those bastards took Lilira! On top of that, they had military training! We're going after them! Once we find them, we'll tell Zech! I'd like to avoid as much panic as possible!"

Just then, his comm disk rang, which he answered, since it was Kenny, a fellow Brown Wing. "What's the scenario, Kenny?"

"Corporal, I saw on Security Nano-Cameras the incident. There also appears to be similar happenings in other areas of the city. It seems two separate groups are doing this. One seems to have a more modern appearance than the other. Want me to inform Zechariah, or the President?"

"No, we don't know for sure who they are. Making a fuss without any further knowledge would only make things worse. Plus, it could endanger the people kidnapped. Send out the sentinel probes and have them assist Catrina and I with the search for their hideout spot, or spots, either way."

"yes, sir."

Hanging up before reloading his handgun and setting it to stun, this time, he told Catrina, "The sooner we get started, the better our chances of rescuing the captives."

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Gracchus nodded to what Machara said about whatever will happen will happen. Listening further, he chuckled some. "Well, there is more to me than that. I do enjoy hunting and swimming. You know, physical stuff like that. Plus, I do like a great spellcasting face-off where we try to knock each other off balance. That is always fun, so long as nobody is seriously hurt."

With that, he proceeded to prepare mugs of coffee for everybody else that came. he did not want to leave anyone out. Of course, he realized this was not the time to discuss certain possible events to Sicari, yet, whom likely still hates her homeland of Caninisia. He will have to wait until it actually happens to let her know. The poor woman may have had enough on her mind as it was.

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((Pardon the time skip in certain areas of the post. I want to get to the main action as soon as possible, with minimum stalling.))

Saul responded to May's question with, "I slept fine, thank you, May." Turning towards Scoar, he said, "Well, it should be close to time for us to head over to Diplomacy Square's Diplomacy Hall, so why don't we wait for your mother at the doors to the hotel?"

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Little did Clarissa suspect that she would have other angels helping her, though since it was her assignment, she had to do most of the work. It just so happened one of the other angels, a young male, was in disguise as a human working as a librarian at the Justicra Library, known for its vast collection of documents, books, maps, and other forms of media from across Benjlakk and beyond. This fairly recent post the male angel in disguise was given (thanks to a job opening at the library) was quite handy for gaining knowledge on things fellow angels needed to know.

This angel, named Ezra, noticed Clarissa arrive, right on schedule. While still in disguise, he walked on over to the girl and asked, "May I help you with anything, miss?" Glancing over at the books she was scanning earlier, he grinned a little. "I see you are interested in what is going on beyond the borders of Benjlakk. Those happenings have been a hot topic, lately, especially the off-and-on fighting between Metargo and Mysticara. Let's see..." scanning the nearby shelves, he picked out two books, one on the history of Mysticara, the other a book on Metargo's history, prior to showing them to Clarissa. "Knowing a country's past is crucial in understanding why people from there fight, don't you agree?"

Ezra set those two books on a nearby table before pulling out two more. "This book with a light blue cover delves into Benjlakk's history, if that interests you at all, since you seem to be the curious type. One of the most recent events you will find in this one is the Invasion on Fertaninn that was conducted by Metargo a few years ago before it was repelled. An especially interesting topic on that particular event happens to be the confrontations between Metargo's Aaron Lextu, dubbed the Falcon of Fury, and our own Zechariah Malachi, commonly known as the Eagle of Mercy. The book on Metargo's history goes into detail on that invasion, as well, in case you would like a different perspective on what happened during that time."

Ezra continued to describe the books, knowing the information inside each would be crucial, yet not letting Clarissa know he was actually a fellow angel. "The brown-covered book here entails of a most peculiar find, located deep within the deserts of Omegara. from a distance, it appears to be some sort of temple with a ton of statues surrounding it, yet a closer look indicates the figures could actually be the supernaturally frozen bodies of warriors and soldiers from the dawn of human civilization, as the markings on the armor, shields, and flags suggest they could be some of the ancestors of the people that eventually founded Benjlakk and Metargo. The frozen figures are shown to be fighting each other, some, particularly the ones falling to the ground due to dying of strikes to critical areas or simply being knocked down in some way, are even floating in midair. To figures locked in blade combat, in particular, are so similar in appearance to Zechariah Malachi and Aaron Lextu, you have to wonder if the Malachi family and the Lextu family are descended from those two frozen men. Nobody has been able to get inside the temple itself, though. It's almost as if it is waiting for certain individuals to arrive there."

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Kyle and Aaron turned their heads to look at the Queen. Listening to what Karen said, Kyle pointed his thumb at Aaron. "Sergeant's idea. I went along with it."

Aaron glared at Kyle. "You were headed towards the King earlier, right? Did he say anything about not escorting the Queen until it is time?"

"No, he didn't say anything."

Aaron face-palmed himself prior to stating, "You could have asked King Saul about it, you know."

Kyle glared back at Aaron, at this point. "Then, you'd be pissed at me for not following your orders, Aaron!"

"That's beside the point!"

Kyle rolled his eyes before turning his attention to the Queen. "Pardon us, your Majesty. This happens a lot."

Aaron nodded. "Yes, it does." Lextu's comm device rang, which he answered and received a message from Saul, basically telling him they needed to get going. "Looks like it's time to head over to the meeting in Diplomacy Hall, at the center of Diplomacy Square."

While Kyle escorted the Queen, Aaron waited by the door for Beathas. He was escorting her, after all. Since her presence was not all that necessary for the meeting, she did not have to go there. So, wherever Beathas wanted to go, Aaron would go with her to ensure she is safe and sound.

---

Agathe gave a simple wave towards Sicari, not knowing much else to do around her due to how the Caninisian conducts herself. At any rate, She considered the canine humanoid someone to look up to. She wanted to know more about the older woman's past, yet the Lieutenant always eluded from the topic, which caused Agathe to not press the matter since then.

Gracchus shrugged when Sicari refused the offer of coffee prior to answering with, "We have enough time to go over some files made on an elite mech team, as well as go over a couple files of other people whom we might come across, be it on or off the battlefield." Bringing out the papers from his compartment, he set them out on the table for everyone present to see. "All right, now, we have fought some fierce Metargo forces before, but should negotiations fail and we resume fighting, we are likely to come across Lion Team, the very best unit of mech pilots they can throw at us. When not protecting the royal court, they are known to wreak havoc on their opponents' lines, ranging from mech-to-mech combat, to mech-to-golem combat, and even when it comes to bringing down ships. Do not underestimate them."

Pointing towards the file for a snowy-blond-haired man in a grey leather uniform typical of Metargo military officers from the northern regions of the Kingdom's mainland, Gracchus continued. "Their leader, a sergeant by the name of Aaron Lextu, is a legendary soldier from a lineage renown for major achievements on the battlefield. He has downed more Benjlakki mechs in the Ninth Invasion on Fertaninn than any other Metargo mech pilot to date, his skilled matched only by that of Zechariah Malachi, a Benjlakki soldier from an equally prestigious military family, whom defeated Aaron more than once. His preferred weapons are rapid-fire beam rifles and double-bladed beam swords, favoring firepower and strength during combat. Be sure not to be hit by him when engaging. Otherwise, you will be in a tight spot from the start."

Bringing out a file, which was basically a compilation of old news articles and photos taken by the local media, Gracchus said, "Aaron's Benjlakki rival, Zechariah Malachi, was actually drafted, the first in his family lineage to ever join the Benjlakki military that way. He eventually built up his skills to where he can easily defeat his foes without killing them, thus earning the title 'Eagle of Mercy'. When not on duty, he has been spotted going to solar technology conventions within and near the region of Fertaninn, which suggests he has some sort of expertise on devices powered by solar energy."

Gracchus just got finished going through the rest of the files he had to when he heard footsteps in the distance, beyond the room. By the sounds, there were three people coming their way. He was at the door the moment the three stopped. The elf saluted by pounding his fist onto his chest. "Head Councilor Pericles, Chieftain Achilleas, it a pleasure to see you two in person." Glancing over at the third, younger man curiously, he asked, "And who might you be, sir?"

The 18-year-old Caninisian boy shrugged. "Willkarta Kirtiru. I help with developing technology here in Benjlakk, especially weapons."

Gracchus' curiosity now peaked. "Kirtiru is a Feliniri surname, isn't it? I guess that means you were adopted?"

Willkarta lowered his head. "Yes. All I can remember about my life before ending up in Felinir, though, is that my biological parents were of high rank in a clan or something like that." Glancing back forward, he added, "We were all on board a small vessel. I think it was called the Shorsu 4. Anyway, I heard what I guess was armed fighting on deck, and the next thing I knew, I was shoved in an escape sub that was set on autopilot for the Feliniri coast that was nearby at the time. The family that took me in is entirely Feliniri by blood. We all moved here, to Benjlakk, to avoid the fuss of politics between Felinir and Caninisia." Looking sideways while tilting his head in his puppy-like way, Willkarta took notice of a fellow Caninisian. "IS it just me, or do I remember that woman from somewhere?"

Gracchus raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"

Willkarta turned around while scratching his head. "Nevermind. My memory is kind of hazy before Felinir, and I guess it all comes to a blur, sometimes. Anyway, shall we go to Diplomacy Hall, within Diplomacy Square?"

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Over at Diplomacy Hall, once everyone was seated, President Howard Anderson began the conference by stating that order shall be kept at all times. Each individual shall be called to speak up when pointed to while raising their hand, along with other procedures and protocol. As expected, matters did turn a bit hostile, yet nothing that could not be calmed down. And , of course, the usual slander directed towards one another. Saul clutched his forehead out of stress. Meanwhile, Gracchus did something similar. Anderson himself showed signs of stress, as well, having to keep things orderly in the midst of such hostility threatening to make it chaotic. The President eventually opened the floor to the next person to raise their hand to speak.

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It took a while, but Benjamin and Catrina finally found the hovercar, which was parked in front of an abandoned building. Ben took out one of the solar-powered scanning devices and used it on the building in question and the ones near it. What he found out was frightening: not only was that one building sheltering the men who took Lilira, but another one on the same street had people being held hostage, as well. It was just as Ken said: two groups of people, in different clothing, holding captives. Benjamin contacted Zechariah at once.

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Zechariah was relieved that Larry was not one to focus on what the media says. It made things somewhat easier for him. At the final statement, he replied with, "Well, I guess I haven't been paying much attention to foreign happenings, since I was more concentrated on solar technology over the years." Further patrol of the hotel and the area around it was conducted before his comm disk beeped and he answered it. "What is it, Ben?" Benjamin's explanation made Zechariah go wide-eyed in shock. "Oh, no... This is a direct violation of our neutrality. Not to mention, a friend of ours is in trouble. This will not end well, either way." Hagning up, he turned sent a message to the rest of Brown Wing Team while saying to Larry, "Come on! We're going to rescue some civilians held hostage by two different groups of people!" Once he informed Brown Wing Team, he contacted Naval Headquarters with the emergency before sprinting off to the street where the hostages and kidnappers were.

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((Pardon my posting right after another post, but I forgot to put in Sarxas' part and the post above is long enough as it is. EDIt: I shoul;d have put Benjlakk as the place, but oh well.))

Sarxas remained beside the door to Diplomacy Hall, even after all the officials entered while the festival’s events began. She had a nice conversation with her brother, though. She has not seen Willkarta in person for quite some time, and this was a pleasant surprise. However, the Tiger Feliniri immigrant did not forget about the scent she picked up earlier. Making sure someone took over guard duty while she was away from the door, Sarxas followed that scent up to the roof of a building, where she spotted a sniper aiming at Diplomacy Hall.

She immediately pulled out her plasma handgun and shouted, "Hold it right there, assassin!" Sarxas was swift to tell herself that was a bad choice of words, since the scent of excessive sweat indicated he had to be holding that pose longer than a regular human would. Afterwards, she grabbed the rifle the man was holding and examined it. The barrel’s of Mysticaran make? Firearms from the Mysticaran Federation are extremely rare, making this type of rifle expensive. Furthermore, is that a Benjlakki sniper scope on the rifle? Surely, he is either a major mercenary, or worse, a nationalist from one of the foreign countries.

She used her Feliniri strength to break the firearm in half, prior to turning her attention back towards the masked man. It was then she noticed the mask. A Ghost survivor? Crud… No wonder he had a weapon like that… “Now, listen…” Sarxas did not finish what she was saying, because once a butterfly appeared in front of her, her eyes focused on it as a kitten’s would. The moment she spotted a group of birds on the same roof she and the man were on, was when she playfully pounced on them, giggling as they flew off. Of course, she quickly realized she let her guard down and got back up in case he tried to pull anything. What was strange was, despite the brief opportunity, the man neither run nor attacked.

Flustered and agitated, she asked, “W-what are you doing here, Ghost?” The conversation was cut short when she received a message from Zechariah about commencing a rescue operation. Great… as if things couldn’t get any worse… Setting her plasma handgun to stun, she told the man, “I’ve no idea what your intention was, but right now, there are hostages to rescue from two different groups of people! You best hope I don’t spot you doing anything like you just did again!” She leapt off the roof and sprinted towards the destination after completing her warning.

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The time seemed to pass as Scoar entered the Diplomacy hall with his father. He watched patiently as each representative said their peace and seemed to have the same type of migraine. Almost as if it was contagious the young man almost felt like messaging his crown as well, but held back. In truth, he cared not for a single word anyone had to say. In the end, they were all stating facts that the other parties knew already. His eyes slowly surveyed the room. Seemed like he wasn't the only one who was here apart from an actual rep. In that case, Cain could have been here in person himself. Though, he wasn't officially part of their military unit either, at least not on paper. Still, it would have been nice to know who could come and who couldn't.
Upon scanning the room he felt his eyes stop on a woman on the side of the Mysticaran party. It was a strange feeling that he hadn't had before. Why is it that he felt like looking at her even longer. No. Now wasn't the time to be gawking at a woman. He turned his head to his cuffed hands and slowly raised his right hand to message the bridge of his nose.
This has to be some kind of weird magic. Never has my face heated when gazing on a woman.
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Cain laid sprawled in his stance and finally gave a sigh of relief. The meeting was starting. Yes it did give him something to feel anxious about having a gun sighted on his kings head, but he knew it was just for protection. Just as it seemed everything was going well he heard footsteps and a yell.
"Hold it right there, assassin!"

With the sound of a drawn weapon Cain slowly rose up. He turned around to face a person...er animal.....cat person? He has never seen someone like her before. She must have been from another land that he had yet to go.

“Now, listen…” The woman said right before being distracted by a butterfly of all things. She was open to an attack. He could kill her and continue his mission. No. He wasn't a killer anymore. He didn't want to be a killer anymore. Instead he stayed as still as a sculpture and watched this rather amusing sight.

“W-what are you doing here, Ghost?” She asked after regaining her composure.
Ghost. It was something Cain hadn't heard in a long time. Most people that know of the name are either old, disabled or dead. Maybe the ones that were still alive told their militia's about the old group. Still, the group was said to disband three years ago after all but two of them were whipped out. Cain could use this legend, truth, and conspiracy to his advantage if he was brought in for questioning, though it seemed he wouldn't have to be questioned anytime soon. The woman received an urgent message about some kind of rescue mission or whatever it was. Cain gave little care to it.

“I’ve no idea what your intention was, but right now, there are hostages to rescue from two different groups of people! You best hope I don’t spot you doing anything like you just did again!” After saying this she leaped off the roof and dashed away. She was definitely not a normal human. Didn't look like she was an experiment either.

Huh? Oh no. She took my weapon with her.

Usually this wouldn't be a bad thing but it's pretty hard to explain how you get a weapon like that. Not wanting her to get in any type of troubles Cain took off his mask and changed into his everyday clothes that he was saving to where until the end of the day. Leaping out of the window he chased after her.
It's not like I care what happens to hostages or any families of this city. I just want to get the girl away from the gun.

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Even after being followed to the library by the white haired girl Axl didn't bother to further conversation. After all, he had to concentrate to hear things as they were unfolding. He was actually quite surprised. Not even he would've predicted that outbreak would happen so fast. He wondered how long it would take for the normal human of hearing to catch wind of these activities. He decided maybe it was time to start creeping towards the capitol building. He had allot to think about. Mostly where he would prefer to live.

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Character Portrait: Zechariah Malachi Character Portrait: Benjamin Malachi Character Portrait: Kyle Scipio Character Portrait: Gracchus Ossi Character Portrait: Agathe Erasmus Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Machara Akira Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: May Fermana Character Portrait: Catrina Ramirez Character Portrait: Laurence Vance Character Portrait: Sarxas Kirtiru Character Portrait: Sicari Videns Character Portrait: Ayoto Miryle

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Zechariah loaded his stun-set plasma handguns while explaining the scenario to Larry. "Some of our own citizens, including a friend Ben and I know by the name of Lilira Nonora, whom is the daughter of a prestigious military technician, have been kidnapped by two different groups of people. These suspects we are going to face apparently had military training from what my brother told of the two men who took Lilira hostage. I've got an itchy feeling each of those two groups of suspects is from a different nation. Given the current stalemate between Metargo and Mysticara, we could be looking at a violation of Benjlakk's neutrality. Set your weapons to stun. I've contacted Naval Headquarters, since they are closer to the area we are headed towards. While we handle one building, they will handle the other."

Brown Wing Team met up with Benjamin and Catrina door of the building they would handle. Sarxas was holding the rifle she confiscated. Zechariah could tell the designs were not ordinary.

Sarxas explained with, "I had to confiscate it from a Metargo soldier, a Ghost, of all people. He looked like he was going to snipe someone inside Diplomacy Hall. The strange thing is, he did not resist, at all. I let him off with a warning." She then picked up that same familiar scent coming closer. "Oh, great... He's coming..."


Zechariah gave the hand signal to first set all weapons to stun, then to get in formation R-12 Phalanx, a defensive formation sometimes used in ambushes, where two lines are formed, one in front with the soldiers in it having one knee on the ground, the other line directly behind it with all those in that line standing straight up. Both lines would typically have rifles pointed forward, bayonets attached in case anyone came close. However, they were not looking to kill, so there were to bayonets attached to whatever rifles whomever had, and all weapons were set to stun.

Once the person Sarxas mentioned arrived, she shouted, "That's him!"

Zechariah shouted towards the man, "Don't move, Ghost!"

It was then Sarxas shook her head. "Don't you know better than to follow a Feliniri who confiscated a weapon from you, knowing that your scent could be picked up from more than a mile away by said Feliniri individual?" She proceeded with holding the rifle she confiscated from him with both hands, right before she swiftly lifted her knee up with such force that the rifle bent to the point of being U-shaped. "I guess you just wasted your energy trying to get this back." Sarxas dropped the bent weapon before stating, "Now, if you'll excuse us, we got more important matters to attend to."

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Nobody in Diplomacy Hall wanted to say anything, so Saul took the initiative to take the moment to finally give the speech he intended to give. It was a combination of stating why both sides fought, making sure not to offend either side with biases as much as possible, and giving his own stance on how Metargo is faring in attempting to make its industry more environmentally friendly. Of interest was the following:

"It is no simple task to transition from one direction to another, though I suppose that is what progress as we all understand it is: there is always opposition to change, thus never an easy road may benefit society in the long run. As of now, Parliament has many men and women seated whom oppose doing anything to reduce the environmental harm on the grounds of a crumbling economy taking root because of all the regulations that would be required, plus the cost of enforcing such regulations. However, there are Metargo citizens working beyond politics to make a change for the better of nature and civilization simultaneously, though progress with it has been slow, at best. I realize this is not what Marcus Pericles hoped to hear from me, yet it is how I understand the happenings within the Kingdom. I am neither glorifying the Metargo Kingdom nor vilifying the Mysticaran Federation when I say all this."

After the speech, Marcus Pericles stood up to give his sentiments. "King Saul, your words are admirable. However, your Prime Minister, Romano Lopez, does not share your point of view. So long as he stands in the way, so long as he continues to back the death bringers amongst the Metargo, the time spent on wait for results is time in which more life in nature vanishes."

Gracchus decided he had enough of the antagonizing and spoke up, "Head Councilor, do you honestly think what we're doing is any better with this war going on? Not only have we done equal harm in our crusade, but also left countless people without homes, food, or water. Neither side is getting anywhere with all this fighting. Word is, you've been discussing an alliance with the Caninisian Empire from behind the scenes, without considering how the Feliniri States would respond to that. We have to face reality: the conflict escalated to the point where it has become a war of constant retaliation. How does anyone benefit from that, might I ask?"

President Anderson took a moment to let what transpired so far sink in before using his gavel to silence the murmuring amongst the people present in Diplomacy Hall. "This conference is on hold so we can all take a break and think on everything discussed. We shall continue in forty-five minutes." Once everyone disbursed amongst themselves, a soldier came up to him to whisper about what was going on outside Diplomacy Hall, notably the hostage issue. "That is... disturbing..."

Meanwhile, during this break, Agathe was able to talk to Prince Scoar, whom she noted had his attention on her for a brief moment during the discussions. She thought his blush and all was cute, yet she also knew there was the possibility of seeing him on the battlefield. Either way, she figured this was the opportunity to at least try to make a friend, in case peace is agreed upon. "Hello? Prince Scoar? I noticed you were a bit flustered. Are you all right? Oh, and I'm Agathe, by the way."

Kyle, in the meantime, decided to chat with May. "Say, have you noticed how Aaron's been calming down some when around us?" Nudging her mischievously, he suggested, "I bet it might have to do with a certain lady with an attitude he admires. Trust me, I've known him since a few years before either of us were soldiers, and I could tell you some things he would not open up about, not that I would tell you all of that."

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Karen listened and watched as the tensions flew in the Diplomacy Hall. Karen could see that not many came there in the name of true fairness. Not many politicians present had any intention on being open to the perspectives of the others. Karen knew to listen carefully before speaking. She did not want to make things anymore difficult than they already were. Saul seemed to be stressed which greatly worried Karen. Her son seemed just as destressed. This was going to be a long day.

Saul spoke and Karen smiled in relief to see her husband standing strong in the face of such opposition. He was not going to allow the negative atmosphere to defeat him. Karen gave Saul a reassuring smile as he took his seat. The meeting took a recess and everyone exited the room into the hallway. Karen just couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. She looked around and spotted a soldier whispering in president Anderson’s ear. This was indeed a sign that something was amiss. Karen gently placed her hand on Saul’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Saul dear you were indeed brilliant in the meeting. I’m proud of you my love. Darling, I think there is something afoot. President Anderson seemed quite concerned after a soldier delivered some information to him a moment ago. Perhaps we should send someone to look into thinks on Metargo’s behalf?” Karen said keeping a careful watch on who was watching them.

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Following the feline woman was a little fun for Cain. She moved faster than any human he's ever seen. At least not the genetically altered ones. She was even a little faster than him which made the chase even more interesting. He stopped not far away from her and a person who seemed to be her superior when the man yelled at him to stop. He followed suit.

"Don't you know better than to follow a Feliniri who confiscated a weapon from you, knowing that your scent could be picked up from more than a mile away by said Feliniri individual?"


The woman said to him before bending the weapon and tossing it. 'So she's strong too? That's interesting.' he thought.
"I don't know what a Feliniri is," Cain said picking up the weapon. "But I'm glad you gave this back to me. The bomb would've gone off if you took it any further." His voice was calm and his expression showed a hint of relief. They seemed to be occupied with something more than a sniper without a weapon, so he decided to leave. Before he did, he decided to say one more thing. "I guess before I go, I'll let you in on a secret. The ghost syndicate is no more. All the members are dead." With that, he disappeared into the nearby ally's making his way back to the building. In truth he was a little peeved that outsiders still thought the Ghost were still active.

'All those men died. All of them died and no one knows. What did they die for then?'

The picture of his brother's face among the bodies of men flashed through his mind and he gritted his teeth. If only he could have some type of revenge for his old comrades. They weren't all good people, but that fact still stood that they were the only family both boys had. To this day he still doesn't know what caused his brother to go that far.

Arriving back at the building he waited for his ride to come. It didn't take long for the same man who he gave his bike to return to the scene.

"Tell my dad the missions a failure. They had some kind of cat person and she sniffed my scent." Cain said without care.

"Hmm. It's okay the ghost organization is dead so they can't track us. You know what you have to do if they try to though right?"

Cain nodded. "Attack the king and let the guards kill me. No worries. It won't come to that."

The man laughed. "What makes you so sure."

"The sound of the weapons. You can tell the country they fire from."


The man was puzzled. "What?"

Cain didn't answer. He looked at the man with cold eyes. "Give me your clothes and your underwear. We're switching."

"Wh--why?"


"I need to stay in this city to make sure the king and queen are safe. Now give me your clothes. I'll give you mine, you'll keep the bike and all else will stay the same."

with this the man nodded.

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Scoar watched with awe when his father took the initiative and stood up to talk. Litsening carefully to the mans words he nodded slightly in agreement. He too would like nothing but peace for this time of war. He was able to see first hand the destruction caused, both outward and inward in their country. On being was genetic alteration. Something that had been underground for a while because of the many mood side effects. He saw his friends come back from missions covered in bruises and wounds and even saw one of them go insane, disappearing not to soon after. This war was bringing out the worse in all the participating parties. After his father stopped talking, he could only swallow the counter argument.

If the King was in charge of his country we could make the rules. Have things the way we envision, but Marcus is right. That no good Minister of ours.... He is the one in charge. I just have to accept his order.

After the break was called, Scoar took a breath by himself near a window sill to look at the outside. He couldn't help but think that life here was almost the same as life in Metargo. People still walk around and some have smiles on their faces. It seemed like a waste to destroy it all with war.

"Hello? Prince Scoar? I noticed you were a bit flustered. Are you all right? Oh, and I'm Agathe, by the way."

A voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oh. Yes. Um. . . I was thinking about the take on the arguments."
He said trying to hid the real reason. It wasn't all a lie though. He did have great worry in what was said to his father and about his Prime Minister. "Tell me Agathe. What would you do if your country was ran by a man who wanted nothing but war?"
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"You really stink. Bad." Cain said to the man after swapping clothes.

"Well you try camping in a town for two weeks with only three pairs of clothes. You're lucky I had a clean pair of undies."

Cain glared at him as he left. Thinking nothing other than the safety of the family but not wanting to bother Scoar, he called in the King Metargo. "Your majesty. Some kind of feline person smelled me out and I can not return to the watch sight. No worries though. I am still in the vicinity of the area so I can respond to whatever needed. I have changed clothes with the contact sent for me. There seems to be some type of battle going on in the outskirts of town. I heard explosions earlier but thought it was just a training exercise. I have nothing more to report at this time. What is my next objective?"

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Saul smiled softly when Karen said he did remarkable back in the room. His smile disappeared at the mention of something being amiss that was bothering Benjlakk's president. Before he could say anything, though, his communication rod rang, prompting him to answer. It was Cain, whom talked about a battle going on in the outskirts of town, as well as a cat person who kept him from doing things as planned.

"A Feliniri, you mean? Well, that was to be expected, since so many Feliniri and Caninisians immigrate to Benjlakk from Felinir and Caninisia. Unlike us humans, whom require technology or genetic alteration for the same results most of the time, Feliniri and Caninisians naturally have uncanny senses that enable them to detect an individual from a distance of at least a mile and a half. Both non-human species are also deadly in combat due to higher stamina, speed, strength, and flexibility. The Ghost Project wanted to create super-soldiers that could match such feats in regards to combat, though the it was felt the higher sensitivity would be too much of a burden. I am not sure why this project you were in was initiated to begin with, though I do trust you, and that is enough for me. At any rate, concerning this battle, perhaps you can use the camera probes to record it? Have one stealthily capturing footage within each building you feel it is going on at. You have three total, so use them wisely."

After hanging up, Saul turned towards his wife. "There is certainly something afoot that we are unaware of."

Meanwhile, Agathe was taken aback by what Scoar asked. "What I would do if Mysticara was run by..." She turned her head sideways. "I... I believe we sort of have that in Marcus Pericles, the current Head Councilor. Then again, like the Prime Minister Of Metargo needs Parliament for things to be approved, the Federation Council keep the Head Councilor in check. I feel it is more than just what one person wants, it is the attitude reflected by the person's supporters. Knowing that, I can't really put all the blame on one individual or the other. While some things may not need approval, a great deal does. But, anyway, my personal reaction is what I express each day, which is a daily questioning of why we are fighting, to begin with. Everyday on the battlefield, more destruction I see. It's just as Gracchus said, we've also done our share of environmental harm, even if we did not intend it during those battles. There just seems to be no point, anymore. It's as if my volunteering into the Natrulkra Tribal Force in order to protect everyone in the tribe has turned into something else entirely."

Glancing back at to look at Scoar with a soft smile, albeit a forced one, she added, "Although, I can kind of understand why Marcus has that mentality. He's lived for about 200 years, and has seen more combat than any of us present put together. I guess all the chaotic things from that has made him more than a little bitter on the inside, if not simply emotionless, having to witness failure after failure to protect someone or something. I'm not sure how I'd feel after witnessing so much destruction and death over a long period of time. I'd hate to imagine how Gracchus would turn up in a similar scenario, since he's also an elf who will live for centuries longer than a human like us."

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Suddenly, the radios and screens all over the District of Justicra fell silent for a moment and, even in Diplomacy Hall, this announcement was made by a man from the Benjlakki Republic Navy: "Attention District of Justicra: We received a report from the Eagle of Mercy, Sergeant Zechariah Malachi, that there is a hostage situation along the outskirts of town, first made aware by Corporal Benjamin Malachi within the Research Sector of town. All available and selected troops and security must respond to this crisis. Be alert: the kidnappers have been observed to have had military training. Proceed to Protocol 13. Repeat: Proceed to Protocol 13."

With that, alarms everywhere sounded, joined in by the storm of military feet and commands. The officials inside Diplomacy Hall were commanded by the soldier in charge of the building's security to gather everyone they came with and head back to their vessels to leave, and he was quite hostile in giving that command. Rifles were pointed at foreign bodyguards and other military personnel from different countries, not just in the building, but everywhere in the District of Justicra. Out of all the Benjlakki in town, only President Anderson remained calm. The other residents, specifically the civilians, were spouting words of rage at how their neutrality was violated from under their noses, demanding retribution. Some Metargo and Mysticaran soldiers skirmished with the local garrison out of anger while protesting their innocence, only to be shot down or arrested on the spot. All other foreign military personnel, be it involved in the ongoing war or not, cooperated and returned to their ships.

Aaron, with Beathas by his side on the royal shuttle, was downright ticked off by what just happened, which showed in the colorful language he used. Kyle simply punched a wall once on board. They had no idea what was going on aside from a hostage situation. Saul held Karen's hand to calm his nerves while giving a quick glance towards his daughter in pity, as this was supposed to be her time to relax from royal duties, a rare time, indeed.

Gracchus, however, remained calm while stepping onto one of the Golem ships with the rest of the Green Golem Riders, the Natrulkra Chieftain, the Chieftain's daughter, and, of course, Marcus Pericles. Agathe culd not help but frown in sadness that she and Scoar were treated in such a hostile manner once Protocol 13 was announced.

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Once the former Ghost was gone, Brown Wing Team stormed into the abandoned building and was met with plasma fired, which was blocked thanks to an automatic Plasma Force Field. Zechariah took a careful examination of the ambushers' uniforms while the enemy ceased fire as quickly as they engaged to wait for the force field to turn off. "These are definitely Metargo soldiers, elite ones, too, by the markings and grey colors. They are likely extremists, though, since the Royal family often likes to fight fair and not involve other countries in their fights. That's all I know, though, aside from the fact that since Lilira was kidnapped, too, the enemy likely wanted information on our military technology. The Metargo Prime Minister may have had a hand in it, but we can't worry about that, now. The civilians are our priority. Kenny, scan the area for a route to the captives. Sarxas, once the force field is down, we need you to knock out any snipers and explosives users they may have on the higher-leveled locations. Ayoto, you launch the stun grenades where you can. Larry, you and your taskforce take cover and provide covering fire. Everyone else is with me: we're securing the stairs and ladders. Once that is done, all Brown Wings will form up and go upstairs to the floor we need to go once Kenny is finished scanning."

The results were in, and Kenny said, "The civilians are on the top floor." Almost immediately after that, the force field went down, signaling the start of the real battle.

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Character Portrait: Agathe Erasmus Character Portrait: Saul Metargo Character Portrait: Cain Jai Numi Character Portrait: Karen Lunaria Metargo Character Portrait: Scoar Zeo Metargo Character Portrait: Axl Jai Numi

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Cain listened to King Metargo's explanation on Feliniri's and Caninsian's. Thinking back on it, he was never sent to kill anyone who wasn't human, so why would he need to have the same skills as a race of non-humans. Better yet, what was exactly given to him to give him these skills and why was he and his brother the only ones with it. What was the condition that made them both eligible. Maybe 'He' Would know. On to other matters, he wondered since the girl showed traits of a cat, how she would react to being pet behind the ear. It was a random thought that he invited, but quickly discarded as King Metargo ordered him to detach the gun cams and place them to the battle ground. An easy task because he was wearing clothes with a heavy scent that wasn't his. He smirked to himself in thought of how that would effect the feliniri's nose.
"Roger that."
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With all the roar and commotion going on the outside, Axl began to fully prepare for his daily task. Going out the back of the library, he found himself going up the back ladder to the familiar rooftop which he hid his 'Formal' clothing for the day. He put on a red tight suit and dawned a red mask with nothing but red lines for eyes. He reached into the case on the floor where he got them from and pulled out a long Katana like blade. It was lined with gold but had a black body coating. Switching it to backhand, he began darting the rooftops towards the unsuspecting capitol building.
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Cain deactivated the bombs on each of the gun cams and took them apart ordering for someone to pick up the rest of the parts he didn't need. Taking the cameras and stands he made his was to the towns outskirts where he was sure battle was going to be held. He barely made it to that point when he heard the sirens.

"Attention District of Justicra: We received a report from the Eagle of Mercy, Sergeant Zechariah Malachi, that there is a hostage situation along the outskirts of town, first made aware by Corporal Benjamin Malachi within the Research Sector of town. All available and selected troops and security must respond to this crisis. Be alert: the kidnappers have been observed to have had military training. Proceed to Protocol 13. Repeat: Proceed to Protocol 13."

Cain halted. If what the report said was true, then he could deduce that anyone not native would be forced outside or worse. He also had a bad feeling surrounding his head. A heavy like feeling that made him kind of angry. He remembered this feeling from countless times. Even the atmosphere was the same. His in groan instincts had fired up and he well prepared for battle. Several soldiers ran past him towards the Capitol and the opposite direction to the outskirts. He too headed towards the Capitol taking the mapped out route he decided for himself.
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A little before the announcement, Scoar was continuing his small chat with Agathe. She did have a point in the saying that one man doesn't lie in control, but, "Did you ever think about influence? The influence and experience even Marcus has, I bet if I were to change roles between my country and your country, you'd understand. You see, if a person is a good talker, he can talk a person into doing something that person never wanted to do in the first place. Even if their are people in the back, people are still people. In the end, the people who can't be convinced are the ones with the power. In the Prime ministers case, I'm sure on paper he might not be free to do as he wants, but in reality well. I guess time will tell." He said looking out the window again. "I think that if we achieve piece then his goals are thereby controlled, but if we continue war, then we can, no, I can be sure he's the problem."

It's probably a good time to address something. Many look at Scoar knowing he's the prince of Metargo and thereby should follow in the kings footsteps. If the king doesn't feel these same ways, why is Scoar so convinced that there is conspiracy. The truth, may be told sooner or later, but as he sat talking to Agathe, his mind did wander back to the most horrid thing in Metargo's history that he himself witnessed first hand.

The sound of the warning shook Scoar a little bit and as he began to become grabbed, he tried to fight back a few of the people. He even stood in front of the people who tried to take Agathe, but after further addressing the matter, yielded like his mother and father. They were all slowly escorted towards ships. 'So their exporting us from their country.' He thought to himself. 'But why.'

As if the situation couldn't get worse, the sharp sound of a man yelling as if he was in hell sounded, and thats where Scoar caught the first glimpse of it. Blood.
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Planning on just attacking the Capitol building with the Benjlakk soldier's away taking care of a distraction that he planned for. He liked how well he knew some people. However, he didn't expect for Benjlakk to export alien citizens. That had to be the icing on the cake. Instead of having to infiltrate The building, the people he needed would just come out to him. He was relieved. There would be less casualties this way. Upon seeing his targets in sight Axl took no soft step. After all he was taught to finish the mission and finish fast. He pushed through any person in his way. The first person he saw with a gun he used his sword, severing the mans leg. The man yelled, a yell loud enough to make hostility form against the armed men. All in his plan.

One man caught sight of him and called, "Hey. It has to be the guy in the mask.", and everyone started letting out fire only to be halted by a man who appeared to hold rank. "Are you fools crazy. Their are officials and Diplomats here. Hold your fire!!!"
Axl ceased his running about also not wanting to get any unneeded personnel hurt. The people who stood near him him quickly detached themselves from him. He stood within the middle of the crowd and the ranking personnel called for fire. All the men fired at him simultaneously until there was a nothing but a dust cloud surrounding him. After the call to cease fire stopped. nothing could be seen but small cloud of dust. Suddenly, Axl dashed out the cloud unscathed and stabbed the caller in the arm, proceeding to rise his blade up and severing his arm. Confirming his armors strength he ignored the rest of them men and went for his target.
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Near his parents, Scoar could see the man causing the disturbance running at a fast pace towards them. He had his sword in the ready as though he was going to attack and Scoar stepped in front of his father and mother. He didn't have any weapon on him and was cursing himself now for trying to body block his father, but it was too late. The masked person side swiped towards him and he closed his eyes, mentally ready to die.
Ting!!!
The sound of a clash rang through his ears, but nothing touched his skin. Opening his eyes he saw a familiar figure in front of him, holding a knife to the masked mans sword.
"Cain?"
Cain nodded staring intently at the masked man. "Get on the ship with the king and queen. I'll handle this."
"Alright."
Scoar agreed, going back to the ship with his mother and father.

The masked man backed away from Cain and rain in the opposite direction towards town with gunmen continuing to shoot at him. Cain followed him through the streets into the ally's where the man seemed to easily scurry up the walls onto the rooftops. He ran after him hopping from rooftop to rooftop. The man was about three seconds faster than Cain in run time, but he still managed to keep sight of him. Having lost the soldiers completely now and moving into a completely quiet rundown area of town, the man stopped, perched on a square rooftop of an old style building.
Not even panting, he stared at the back of the man who reached behind his head and pulled off his mask. His long hair draping over his back, he turned around returning Cains stare.
"It's been a while, Cain." He said calmly still keeping his gaze on him.
"Sorry."
Cain said in question. "I don't think we've met."

Axl laughed. "Hehe. Well I guess we don't exactly look alike anymore do we. I did tan a little I guess. I'm glad you also decided to grow your hair a little though."
Cain's eyes opened wide. "Axl?"
Closing his eyes, Axl dropped his mask and readied his sword. They opened to show red pupils and murderous intent. "I will get rid of the only flaw in plan right now." Axl said.

Preparing his knife, Cains eyes also changed to a more silver like color. He was prepared, no, he has been prepared for years to kill his own brother.