cLuTcHFieND has to yell into the old communicator to be heard.

"Thisahon! Listen! We're all shifting over to the Starblade! Call me on this thing when you get your weapon, and I'll see about the transportation. Okay?"

cLuTcHFieND stares at Kelvack's monument and waits for an answer.

((OOC:Yes, Jihon. I have my home connection now. How else could I be posting this much? ))

" Alright... I should be ready in an hour or so... Dont start the fire without me."

*Thisahon is now in a store and has purchased several capsule like containers. He walks a short distance back to the barn where Rose is now awake.*

Rose: Jihon I know you are going.... Take this...

*She pulls out a Glowing rose... The rose is legendary... Jihon thinks back to the time when he met Stryder for the first time in years... He had found the legendary rose and given it to his wife to be. He sought after Jihon to see if he knew a way to become mortal... Jihon did not know anything... The rose contains an unknown power... It could be a simple summon spell..or perhaps the ultimate in power... Nothing is known of this slightly feared relic.*

"With honor..... I have to leave you and the boy to be for a while... Your pregnant Rose..."

Rose: ... I dont know what to say... Other than that his father is the best warrior on the planet...

"If I do not return... Do not tell him of me... I do not want him to know what his father is..."

Rose: Its a promise.

*Thisahon reaches for Roses hand and they walk outside of the barn. They stand in the street and look at the sky as well as the passing people. The look at one another silently. As if they were talking to one another mentally....*

xXBoth a demon and an inmortal.Xx

Once the portal to the Upper Umbra is shut, Tamrissa falls back, perhaps not passing out from exhaustion as Soul Reaver does, but certainly feeling the same. She closes her eyes for a moment and then sits up.

“You arrogant son of a bitch,” she hisses at Sabre, scowling even more deeply as he seems to ignore her words.

Tamma, I need you to open up one of your portals for me, Brigid’s voice cuts through her angry thoughts suddenly.

“For what?” she speaks a little more sharply than she had meant to, whipping her head around to the look at the black panther sitting on its haunches near her.

Just listen, Tamrissa! I am receiving distressing mind waves…my family back in the Pard…they need me, Brigid sounds a bit unsure, the big cat’s pupils becoming large with worry. My daughter has…

“Willem’s daughter,” Tamma frowns and crossed her arms. “What does she have to do with it?”

She has never truly been his daughter and you know it…he may be her blood, but he has never taken interest in her. He dropped us both when she was born. She is called Ella, Tamma, and she has asked to take my place…don’t look at me that way! I am not leaving you and your friends without having someone take my place!

“I am not taking her, Brigid! She will be canon fodder, not help!”

You won’t be taking her, Thisahon will. I have already sent her on her way to the place he is headed…all I needed to do was give her a scent and an image and she can find him. And she is a very strong young woman, Tamma! She is an expert on all this technical business, while you have never set foot on one of these ships that your friend Clutchfiend controls. She has a natural talent for tinkering with mechanical things and fixing them, something she did not receive from me. And while she cannot shape shift, she does have keen senses and she is very well trained in the fighting skills. I am trusting you not to allow her to be killed, but I am also telling you that she can defend herself.

“Well, I suppose I have no choice then, do I?” she smiles bitterly and stands. “Come on, I have to go…”

Tamrissa lifts her arm, whispering a few arcane words. As she brings her arm down, a tear forms in the fabric of the void.

Thank you. I am not asking you to like her, Tamrissa, just as I never expected you to like me. I am asking you to trust both of us. We may have our differences, but we were all wronged by the Council and the man who was supposed to love us…

“Go, Brigid!” her voice wavers and she turns her eyes away, scowling at the memories that flood back.

The panther growls low in her throat and leaps into the portal. Tamrissa brings her hand back up and the portal closes.

“No need, I’m going,” she speaks to Clutchfiend, glancing at Sabre before he steps into the portal.

She nods curtly to Clutchfiend and steps through, making her appearance on the Starblade.

"Belarus, shut the gate down and stand by for further orders."

The tech salutes and presses a few buttons. The swirling gate in the center of the room closes. cLuTcHFieND turns to his friends.

"Thanks for coming. I appriciate the help."

The street is barely empty anymore, even though the early morning mist still rises from the mountains which are silhouetted by the rising sun. While the two lovers stare into each other’s eyes, a young voice calls out from the crowd of people moving along the street.

Master Jihon!

A hand waves above the heads of the passersby and the owner of the voice jogs towards them. A young woman, perhaps close to the age of eighteen or a little bit younger, offers a quick smile. Her midnight hair is bound tightly in a knot at the back of her head, allowing her small triangular face to be seen. She is a prettyish girl, her dark blue eyes rimmed with long black lashes and her pink lips pouting naturally. Her skin is very pale, the only color being in the apples of her cheeks. She stops a few feet from them and swings out an arm, bowing lowly. When she straightens, she hefts a heavy-looking pack back onto her shoulder and steps closer.

You are Master Jihon? she brings her hand up to shake his hand. I am Ella and I'll be traveling with you.

With no more explanation than that, she steps back and smiles to Rose, bowing a short bow again. She is wearing a baggy light blue button-up jumpsuit (much like something a car mechanic should wear), a black leather belt pulled tightly around her waist to help with making the over-sized clothing fit better to her semi-tall, willowy frame. She shifts slightly in the laced black boots that the ends of her pant legs are tucked into, waiting for an answer from Thisahon.

"Sorry we don't have much time to talk, but there's a new development in the situation that you should know about."

Kalana gestures towards Soul Reaver, who is still standing at one of the portholes.

"Master Reaver says that there is an antedeluvian decending onto the planet in a Chaos warship. We have a lock on the ship, and it's heading for the temple that the Chaos Lords are in."

cLuTcHFieND turns to regard a stocky, well built man in a red jump suit standing by the doorway of the room.

"Brother-Captian Aldaris! Report our status!"

The man salutes cLuTcHFieND and steps forward.

"Commander Aileron! Our forces still hold the city, but the dark powers are preventing us from making any kind of progress. We are currently defending with minimum casualties. The dark powers are still preventing us from using any of our warp technology, sir!"

cLuTcHFieND is silent for a moment.

"Take my friends to the bridge and explain the situation to them. Second Officer Ryoki and I will go suit up, and we'll meet you there."

"Yes, sir!"

cLuTcHFieND and Kalana leave through a smaller door in the back of the room. Aldaris beckons to the rest of the party.

"Commander Aileron has asked me to escort you to the bridge. Please follow me."

Aldaris turns and walks over to the main door. It opens automatically. He walks through it.

Soul Reaver's gauntlet lightly touches the window. His eyes crackle slightly with crimson he looks all the way down to the surface of the planet... to one small spot deep below...

So, she's here... perhaps she'll even live long enough to see you.

Soul Reaver mouths a name...

"Asaki..."

He turns around, and closes his eyes. For a few moments, he mentally searches for Clutchfiend...

Cluchfiend hears Soul Reaver's voice intruding in his mind.

Clutchfiend, I must get down to the surface of the planet... my pupil is there, and she is in danger. It has been a long time since our paths last crossed, and I do not want that time to have been the last.

Soul Reaver waits for Clutchfiend to reply.

--To fight is to live... and my battle is eternal--

Don't worry, Soul. We will be going down to the surface just as soon as our means of transportation gets here. For now, go with Aldaris to the bridge. You'll be able to monitor her better from there.

cLuTcHFieND continue towards the armory.

cLuTcHFieND: The everliving flame.

"Kalana, can you tell where Asaki is?"

cLuTcHFieND: The everliving flame.

"Yes. She's with one of our men, Sargeant Peterson. They are 20 miles out of Kelvaris."

cLuTcHFieND pulls his comm (not the old one) out of his pocket.

"Flagship Reverant, this is Aileron. Come in."

There is silence for a few seconds, and then a voice comes over the comm.

"Commander, this is Admiral Benden, commander of the Reverant. We are awaiting your orders, sir."

"Benden. I need you to transfer these orders to the command post at Kelvaris. Sargeant Peterson is 20 miles southwest of there, and he found someone who is very important. Tell Kelvaris HQ to send a Tactical Squad out there and escort the two of them to the Kelvaris landing zone. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir!", is the answer that comes through the comm. cLuTcHFieND puts it back into his pocket.

"Well, hopefully it doesn't take them too long to find her."

“What do you think, fuzz butt?” she whispers to Gabriel, smirking slightly as the cat gives her an offended look over the nickname. “Think we got our heads a little too far above the clouds?”

She shakes off a chill as she passes by a few of the portholes, looking out into the starry black that seems to go on forever…and probably does.

There is no way I’ll be able to call my talent inside of this thing, she reaches out a free hand and brushes her fingertips across the wall, frowning as she senses the metal that makes up the ship.

She stays a few steps behind the others, holding onto Gabriel as if he was some sort of security blanket. Her petite stature and girlish features are suddenly very noticeable as she huddles around the cat, that entire tough act suddenly stripped from her because of the environment.

By the Umbras, you certainly have seen better days, she raises her brows at her blurred reflection in the polished metal of one part of the wall they are walking by. Oh well, you’ve always wanted to look intimidating…

Her once soft golden curls still have a brownish-red tint from the blood that has dried in her hair. Smears of blood and dirt smudge her pale skin and her clothing is practically torn to shreds. The vest-like leather bodice has long slashes in it from the deadly claws of the shades and the tight leather of her pant legs has also been ripped, leaving quite a bit of skin exposed. The only thing that doesn’t seem to be damaged is the sword and daggers that are sheathed at her belt and the wrist sheathes that contain her smaller throwing blades. She sighs and moves on, quickening her steps to catch up to the rest.

"I ask for an army and they send me a child!"

Rose: No place for a woman eh? Well goodbye Jihon I will be here when you return... Just wait untill dad hears!

"Geeze please spare him... I'll be back... Farewell"

*Thisahon looks at the young woman adressing her.*

"Well I guess I could use a co-pilot... Do ou know anything about standing tanks?"

*Thisahon walks into the barn and holds the door open for Ella. They walk in and Thisahon does not stop and walks strait for the Triton. The chest open level with the floor. He throws his stuff all into the ship. With his wings carefully tucked behind him He gets in and folds down a small chair next to him.*

"POlease dont tell me you hate machines... Who are you by the way?"

*Thisahon reaches out his hand for Ella to be pulled in.*

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