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  1. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Sep 12, 2002
    star 6
    IC: Mischa, Child of Poseidon
    The Southern Fields, Alderaan

    Mischa was fast, for a Man Cub her age, but Raksha was simply faster. She had taken maybe ten steps when Raksha and Shere Khan collided with an almighty crash. Mischa stopped short, helpless and terrified - not Mom - and then Raksha went flying. She hit the ground in an unmoving heap.
    "No," Mischa whispered.

    And then there was no time for anything else, for suddenly Shere Khan was in front of her. Mischa stared up, up at the tyrant's huge form (he was taller than Akula) - at the shreds of flesh that hung from his talons (Mom!) - at the fire in his eyes, and the oddly amused look on his face as he looked down -

    Shere Khan snatched her up in one paw. Mischa was too stunned to react.

    It occurred to her to be afraid.
    That perhaps she had made a mistake.

    He roared, and Mischa smelt blood on his breath. She let out a strangled cry and shoved at a talon, struggling uselessly - but the Tyrant's grip was as hard as iron, and she was just a cub, really. Just a cub, just a cub - but a man cub, and that made all the difference.

    It occurred to her that she was about to die.

    "This is my galaxy," said Shere Khan at last.

    And then -

    TAG: Wing/None


    Well then: it's finally happened! *Crosses Fate #1 off the list*

    Yeah, Mischa was always going to die. And might I say it was mighty difficult to not blab that to anyone, but from the Hoopers reactions, it was worth it.
  2. Hammurabi Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 14, 2007
    star 4
    OOC: Say, could we get a little note every time a fate gets fulfilled? It would be cool if we could get a running tally


    Sara Kharatyan, daughter of Dionysus
    The Panther Centurion, Alderaan


    Sara was incredibly relieved to see the ship; in other circumstances she would?ve wondered how the ship got here, what it was doing here at such a convenient time, but is it was, she wasn?t about to doubt her salvation.

    They couldn?t have reached it at a better time. Just as they were climbing aboard, Shere Kahn burst into the clearing. Sara?s heart was torn between elation and terror - Her heart pumped faster than ever before as she made it into the plane. It was comforting to see Bagheera, but it was small comfort. Her mother was preparing to take on the tiger king. ?I love you.? Those were Raksha?s last words.

    Sara was overcome. ?I love you too!? she shouted desperately after her mother. Her insides were screaming. She understood what was happening, but couldn?t yet wrap her mind around it. To lose her father and mother in one day - but events were outpacing her understanding of them. Mischa dashed out stupidly, god knows why. ?Mischa! What the kraff are you doing! Get back here!?

    But Mischa stood, locked in place, even after Shere Kahn tore their mother apart. At that point, Sara could watch no longer. She turned around and began to walk towards the wall behind her. She hadn?t made it three paces before a soul-wrenching crack filled the air. This was finally too much for her (especially now that she no longer had to keep running); she hit the wall in front of her and collapsed to the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks.

    Tag: all... except Xan :( />
  3. Reynar_Tedros Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 3, 2006
    star 6
    IC: Ecko
    The Southern Fields, Alderaan
    Ecko was inside the ship when he saw it. He jumped, froze, his eyes wide, as if he'd been shot. If his heartbeat wasn't as fast as it had ever been, it certainly was now. There was pain in his chest. Such pain not meant for a young boy of his age and experience. He'd just seen a neck snap in half, the neck of his sister, in the hands of a bloodthirsty tyrant. He didn't know what to do. What kind of boy would know what to do?

    And so he stood, frozen. He didn't cry. He didn't move. He didn't make a sound. He just stood there. Lost.

    Tag: Man Cubs
  4. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Gallia Tern
    The Southern Fields, Alderaan

    It was a curious thing, the way the world slowed to allow Gallia the perfect view of Mischa, as she pursued Raksha. Gallia lunged to grab her arm and keep her from death?s embrace, but her reach fell short of her sister. When she Mischa escaped her fingers, Gallia stopped. She watched. Something wanted her to witness the procession, Gallia assumed. Who was Gallia, to deny herself that pain? She had even said that, ?Only the strong survive.? Gallia had to be strong, because she would survive. There was no question, to that.

    So, Gallia saw her mother engage Shere Khan. Even a huntress as magnificent as Raksha couldn?t overcome the King?s advantages. She was tossed aside; a trifle more inconvenient to Khan than a rag doll. And, there, now waiting to greet the merciless beast, was tiny Mischa. The only hope that Gallia?s sister had, was that of a quick death. And, that it was. Mischa wouldn?t have felt her neck snap. She was dead. Gallia didn?t feel the hot tears she expected. The pain was too great to allow her the exhibition. It was so cutting an emotional wound, that Gallia couldn?t close her eyes. She watched Shere Khan toss aside Mischa?s limp form, before breaking free, again.

    Gallia turned away and walked onto the ship. The Man Cubs were huddled at the end of loading ramp; empty. Gallia leaned down and lifted Sara?s diminutive body from the floor. Gallia?s heart was broken in an unimaginable fashion, but this was a time of mourning, for the Man Cubs. Gallia allowed her feelings free reign, but what she offered was surprising. She did not weep uncontrollably. She still didn?t even shed a single tear.

    Gallia pulled Sara into a tight embrace. She rested her hear on her sisters and lightly touched the girl?s auburn hair; so similar to her own. She whispered in her ear, ?I?ll protect you, Sara. I promise.? Gallia was confused by her own words; that after so recently disparaging such weakness, she planned to shelter her sister. But, Gallia was confused by everything.

    Gallia had already lost her mother?s scent. She was lost.

    Tag: Hammur, Man Cubs
  5. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    Jul 13, 2008
    star 6
    !

    IC: Vic, Son of Hades
    The Southern Fields, Alderaan

    His mother was dead.

    The impact of that realization had only a few moments to register before another realization occurred to Vic:

    His sister was dead.

    And there was nothing he could do.

    Doing his best to remain stoic, he unceremoniously attempted to turn his brother away. This wasn't something Ecko should have ever had to see.

    It wasn't fair at all. Vic was only alive because he had been afraid. He was older than Mischa, if only by a year. She had so much to live for. She hadn't deserved to...

    And then there was his mother. She had never been anything but kind to all of them. She was the one who had, so many years ago, given Vic his first muja fruit. She was the one who had encouraged his seemingly bizarre methods of expressing himself. She was his mother.

    And what of Ecko? Vic couldn't even imagine what his youngest sibling was going through at this time, he was still so young, so naïve, and now this. And Vic couldn't even say anything to comfort him.

    He glanced over at Gee, who was helping Sara back to her feet, but looked hollow, empty even. Sara was a complete wreck. She was only Vic's age, after all. It was understandable.

    He had failed them all this day, everyone who had needed him.

    He leaned himself up against the metal walls of the interior and began smacking his forehead against the cold steel, as if repenting for every life his weakness had ruined that day.

    Father.

    Bakara.

    Mother.

    Mischa.

    His self-abuse finished, he stood there, motionless, his head buried beneath his arms. After all, Vic couldn't allow Ecko to see him cry.

    TAG: Reynar, et al/>
  6. JediMasterAnne Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 24, 2004
    star 4
    OOC: Holy...! :eek: :_|

    IC: Elisthia, Child of Hermes
    The Southern Fields, Alderaan

    As much as she wanted to avoid watching her mother die, Elisthia?s attention was called back outside the ship when she heard Mischa. "Mom!!"

    What was she doing? Spotting Mischa running away from the ship, that thought repeated itself. What was she doing?! ?Mischa, no!? Nearby, Sara called after their sister as well, and Gallia tried to grab the younger girl as she passed, but Mischa ignored them and pressed on, straying too far from the relative safety of the ship.

    Ahead of her, Raksha had reached Shere Khan, only to be swatted away by a massive paw, the way Elisthia might shoo a bothersome fly. The tyrant did not even deviate from his course, and in an instant, he?d reached Mischa. At that point, there was no saving the girl; she?d be dead before anyone could reach her, before they could even move.

    Fully aware of what was coming, Elisthia again had to look away, wincing at the snap she heard a few moments later. Hesitantly, she turned back, knowing and fearing what she?d see. Mischa was held in one of Shere Khan?s great paws, limp and still. Dead.

    Mischa couldn?t be dead. She was only thirteen. She still had her whole life ahead of her. She couldn?t help being what she was, none of them could. Now she was dead, guilty only of the crime of being a human. It wasn?t right?wasn?t fair. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

    Elisthia wanted to scream, to curse and rage at this Togorian beast who?d killed her sister. Who?d killed her mother. Whose warriors had slain her father and half their village, and mauled her brother. Any words she might have had for him, however, died in her throat as her gaze fell again on Mischa's lifeless body, and tears blurred her vision.

    The weight of reality finally settled on her, and when she added Mischa?s death to the night?s previous tragedies?Father, Akula, Bakara, Mother?it was just too much to take at once.

    All around her, the shattered remains of her family were falling apart. Gallia was supporting Sara, poor Ecko looked utterly lost?even Vic had broken down, his head buried in his arms and his face hidden against the ship?s wall. The ?older sister? part of her wanted badly to offer them some kind of comfort, but how could she put on a strong face for them when she herself felt like she was being torn apart? After only a brief moment of emotional conflict, her grief won out, and she hid her face in her hands and wept.

    Tag: Winged, Man Cubs
  7. Hammurabi Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jan 14, 2007
    star 4
    Sara Kharatyan, daughter of Dionysus
    The Panther Centurion, Alderaan


    Sara felt her older sister pulling her close. ?I?ll protect you, Sara,? she promised. Gallia seemed firm, resolute; clearly today?s sudden events had affected her, but she hadn?t let it devastate her. Sara became suddenly conscious of her present state - broken down, crying desperately, even the small details became distinct (like the apron she was still wearing, stained with blood from the meat she had been cutting earlier that evening, though it now felt like a lifetime ago). She felt distinctly embarrassed. Unlike Mischa, she was alive, and unlike Bakara, she was intact. The only vital thing she had lost was her composure. Her siblings, gathered around her, at least managed to contain themselves. And here Sara was - she felt like an emotional liability to those around her, someone who needed to be cared for. Through Gallia?s lack of tears, Sara saw a girl too busy taking care of her sister to have time for personal grief.

    ?I?m sorry,? Sara said, choking on her words as she tried to compose herself. It wasn?t easy - her legs could hardly hold her up. She tried to apologize again, but broke back down into tears. She clung tightly to her sister.

    Tag: Nick, others
  8. SirakRomar Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    Elora, Daughter of Ares
    Panthera Centurion, Alderaan


    Elora had watched in shock, as her mother had departed to attack Shere Khan. In shock she had seen she would loose and despite the nagging urge to help her, she had made herself realize her responsibility. Taking two cubs into the ship, she had forced herself not to look- And felt her mother die by the monsters hand. Bitter grief filled her, but she wouldnßt fail her family again. She pushed another cub in, everybody began to scream. To cry. To run. And the she heard the snap.

    It was impossible she really heard it, but probably she flet it. Or realized it. Without turning she knew Mischa was dead. Little Mische. Sweetest of them all had been killed.

    Elora wanted to feel anger. Or pain. Or sorrow. She wanted to feel anything, but without even saying a word, she walked away from them all, to poor Bakara and sat next to him. "It will be alright." She said and collapsed. Letting the hole that had filled her take her.


    Tag: Winged, others

  9. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 28, 2003
    star 4
    OOC:

    Hamm, I see no problem with such a tally. Though some Fates will be fulfilled over a period of time, so it may be tricky to determine exactly when they have actually been fufilled or not. Well anyway, thus far we have seen:

    Child of Hephaestus
    -You will be permanently and horrifically disfigured early on

    Child of Poseidon
    -You will be killed very early on by Shere Khan



    Leaving Alderaan

    The Panther Centurion lifted off.

    The boarding ramp was still open, and as it closed, the huddled children saw the last they would see of Alderaan.

    Shere Khan on the ground below, staring up at them as they ascended into the night sky.

    Raksha hauled away from where she had fallen, roughly carried by Togorian soldiers.

    Fire spreading endlessly, consuming the jungle and devouring their village.

    And Mischa, little Mischa, broken and lifeless. Discarded in the grass.

    The hatch sealed shut, and the ship left the atmosphere.

    Forever the man cubs left their home and their childhood behind them.

    End of Chapter One




    You don't need to respond yet, I'll put up another update soon which begins the next Chapter. Thank you to you all and I hope you are enjoying yourselves so far./>/>
  10. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 28, 2003
    star 4

    There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.


    -Carl Jung


    Chapter Two, in which the children embark on several Mad, Strange and Downright Dangerous quests, and encounter a very laid-back Wookiee


    Aboard the Panther Centurion

    Bagheera the Cathar made his way through his ship, quietly consoling where he could, and quietly leaving where he could not.

    "We are soon leaving the mouth of Hyperspace," he announced to Gallia and Elisthia in the engine room. He nodded at both girls. He remembered that he had taught them to swim, taught them how to deal with mynocks and crystal snakes, and taught them how to find ripe blatberries. He remembered how they had all competed with each other to impress their teacher. He left.

    "We are soon leaving the mouth of Hyperspace," he said when he saw Ecko and Vic in the rear cargo bay. His heart broke as he watched the older boy comfort his sibling. Bagheera had taught them the Wood and Water laws: how to tell a rotting branch from a sound one, how to build a fire, how to hunt fish with bare hands. He recalled one prolonged demonstration, which had finished with him turning around to triumphantly return with the gathered fish to the village, only to realise that Ecko had been diligently returning each one back into the water. The boy had smiled up at him, oblivious. Bagheera chuckled at the memory, and left.

    "We are soon leaving the mouth of Hyperspace," he told Sara, who was helping see to the young wolf cubs in the main hold. He had taught her the the Traveller's Hunting Call, which is used whenever anyone from the Great Jungle hunts on a world outside his own grounds. Translated, it went: "Give me leave to hunt here because I am hungry." And the answer went: "Hunt then for food, but not for pleasure." Sara had been in one of her moods at the time, and refused to listen- but Bagheera had overheard her practising it later when playing with her siblings.

    Bagheera said nothing when he reached the medical bay. He adjusted the cover over Bakara's body to keep the boy warm, and nodded silently to Elora, who was watching over him.

    The Cathar captain returned to his cockpit.

    "They have been through a great deal," rumbled the ship, for it was a speaking ship (indeed, a very talkative one at times).

    "They are resilient," replied Bagheera. "They will recover. How did Baloo used to put it: Father Time heals that which Mother Nature inflicts."

    "That doesn't sound like Baloo talking."

    "I believe he was trying to perform a mocking impression of me and accidentally conjured up some genuine wisdom in the process."

    "And what of the fallen cub?"

    "Mischa..." said Bagheera softly. "That death will be the hardest of all to take. On Alderaan they had the Pack...out here all they truly have is each other. And now that means six fellow cubs, instead of seven."

    "Will you tell them of Panchaea?"

    Bagheera did not answer. For many minutes he contemplated the stars, and then leaned forward into the water bowl which was set beside his seat. When he spoke into it, the water rippled furiously, but did not spill, and Bagheera's voice was amplified and echoed across the entire ship.

    "This is the Captain," he announced. "The man cubs are summoned to the cockpit. Only the man cubs. There are things to discuss."

    He leaned back and waited.

    Tag: Nick, Anne, Reynar, ramza, Hamm, Peng, Sirak


    Somewhere


    Mischa woke.

    At first, it was no different from waking up beside her mother at their home in the village. She was deep within a forest, that was true, though she quickly saw it was different from the jungle she had known and grown up in. The colo/>
  11. SirakRomar Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    Elora, Daughter of Ares
    Panthera Centurion

    Elora sat next to Bakara, cleaning his wound with a wet and clean piece of cloth. She had fought her tears in the beginning, but now she only felt a deep shame. For being alive while so many had died. Her mother, her father, her chieftain and poor little Mischa. Her grief couldn´t be hidden, but she tried to cover it with her honest compassion for Bakara.

    "I won´t let you alone, Bak, don´t worry. I´ll be here." She whispered. Half to him and half to herself. And sighing she looked down on him. His injuries were bad. A part of his face ripped apart by the enemy. But he was still there. Beneath the scars she could feel him. His pain and agony. When she had finished cleaning him, she sat next to him again and held his hand. Hoping the honest warmth of her presence was comforting him. And even if she didn´t admit to herself, found comfort in sitting just there. And doing something good by simply doing nothing.

    The speakers of the ship went on. And it was Bagheera the Cathar who spoke. "This is the Captain," he announced. "The man cubs are summoned to the cockpit. Only the man cubs. There are things to discuss."

    She sighed. Then just looked down on her wounded breathen and sat still. She wouldn´t let him alone. She wouldn´t leave his side. "Can somone help me with Bakara?" She shouted to the aft of the ship. "We need to carry him!"


    Tag: Anyone or Winged
  12. JediMasterAnne Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 24, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Elisthia, Child of Hermes
    Aboard the Panther Centurion

    She didn?t sleep much during the journey to?where ever they were going. She probably should have, and she would have liked to; she was physically worn from the run through the jungle, and emotionally drained from grief, but every time she started to doze off, nightmares of the evening?s events would jolt her awake. Finally, she?d given up, and had started to wander about the ship, searching for a distraction.

    Elisthia had been on board Bagheera?s ship a few times in the past, but never when it was actually going anywhere. Nor had she ever ventured into the engine room. The cockpit, yes--when she?d been much younger, the various controls had been quite the source of fascination. The engine room, on the other hand, was unexplored territory, and Elisthia?s occasionally curious nature got the better of her. She knew better than to touch anything, so she didn?t see any harm in checking things out. Anything to keep her mind off of the fact that her family was now short several members.

    At one point or another, Gallia had joined her, but conversation was kept at a minimum. Truth be told, Elisthia didn?t feel much like talking. While she had managed to regain her composure, keeping it was a bit of a challenge, and she was afraid that if she started talking, then either she or Gallia would say something that would remind her of her parents, or of home, or Mischa?and then she?d just fall apart again.

    "We are soon leaving the mouth of Hyperspace," Bagheera broke the silence, and Elisthia nodded her understanding. She still didn?t know exactly where he was taking them, but she supposed it didn?t matter. The only thing that mattered was that, for now, they were far away from Shere Khan. How long that would last, she did not know?no doubt the Togorian would be looking for them?but hopefully, they might at least have some time to rebuild their lives.

    "This is the Captain. The man cubs are summoned to the cockpit. Only the man cubs. There are things to discuss," Bagheera?s voice echoed through the ship.

    What now? Starting for the corridor, she stopped in the doorway to wait for her sister. ?Come on, Gee.?

    Tag: Nick, Man Cubs on the Panther Centurion, Winged
  13. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Sep 12, 2002
    star 6
    *laughs delightedly* Ohmygosh, Krasus. My first character ever, all those years back in IBOP. I'm amazed you remember. :D


    IC: Mischa, Child of Poseidon
    Somewhere

    Mischa stared up at Krasus, her eyes wide. Familiar to him ... why? She was quite sure they had never met. For that matter, Mischa had never seen an adult of her species before; Bakara and Elisthia had been the closest to adulthood, but this man was older. Not old, though: there was something about him that conveyed youth along with great power, of intensity as well as casual disinterest. He scared her.

    But for some reason, at the same time, something about him steadied her. He simply didn't care about her fear, and even seemed to view it as inconvenient. Therefore he was not actually trying to scare her. In fact, he said he was her guide - that meant he probably was there to help her ...

    This felt like a bad dream. She was ... dead, killed by Shere Khan ... and yet here she was. She swallowed and fought down the urge to cry again.

    "Hi, Krasus," she said. "I'm Mischa."

    Tag: Wing
  14. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    Member Since:
    Jul 13, 2008
    star 6
    IC: Vic, Son of Hades
    Aboard the Panther Centurion, Hyperspace

    Vic nodded in feigned acknowledgement, his mind not on the present. His mind... nowhere, really. He felt as if he were floating around in a daze, yet in the back of his head he knew where he was. And Ecko...

    Poor Ecko. He shouldn't have to go through this. Best to distract him.

    "Okay, so I've got this great idea kicking around: You take some pieces of paper, put some numbers on 'em, and then you..."

    Right. Ecko... was deaf. What had Vic been thinking? He shook his head in dismay.

    "Sometimes I really wish you could hear what I'm saying, you goof."

    Why was Vic so calm? He should have been traumatized, should have been... But he wasn't. He was just... there...

    "This is the Captain. The man cubs are summoned to the cockpit. Only the man cubs. There are things to discuss."

    Announcement...? Right, right, the intercom. He helped Ecko to his feet after making a quick gesture that said they had to leave.

    He looked around at his siblings. All save one.

    And then he remembered. And then the pain came rushing back.

    Vic hated feeling it. Why wouldn't the pain go away?

    TAG: Reynar, et al/>
  15. Reynar_Tedros Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Jul 3, 2006
    star 6
    IC: Ecko
    Aboard the Panther Centurion, Hyperspace
    Ecko was trembling, his lower lip quivering incessantly. He tried to calm himself, but he couldn't. He was cold, he had chills all throughout his body. He'd never been so frightened before. Now he had managed to wipe most of the tears away with the backs of his hands, but the occasional sniffle would surface. He hung his head, watching his feet sway back and forth above the ground as he sat next to Vic. He'd lost his mom, his sister, and half of his brother. It all felt like a bad dream, the kind that he would wake up from and have to sleep next to his mother for the rest of the night, curled up, warmed by her fur. But now there was no mother to go to. His lower lip quivered harder at that thought, and a few tears escaped his eyes, quickly wiped away.

    Ecko felt a faint vibration from the seat, the feeling of a loud voice echoing. Vic got up off his seat and helped Ecko to his feet, gesturing that they were being summoned.

    So Ecko, sniffing hard and wiping away the moisture surrounding his eyes, followed his big brother.

    Tag: Ramza, Winged, Man Cubs
  16. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 28, 2003
    star 4
    The Netherworld

    Krasus was already walking as Mischa introduced herself. He headed through the trees apparently at random, looking back only once to check that she was following, and then continuing on. In the dark depths of the forest, with the mist obscuring the floor and the treetops flitering out the light from the night sky, Mischa could see very little in front of her, save for the shadowy outline of her enigmatic guide.

    "The passage through the Lands of the Dead has many stages," said Krasus. "We begin with a question. How did you die?"

    As he spoke they emerged out into the open air, and moonlight streamed into Mischa's vision. They were standing on a rocky plateau, overlooking an enormous valley, which was full with thousands upon thousands upon thousands of torches and tents and people. The buzz of conversation drifted up to their ears as the pair surveyed the landscape.

    Tag: Xan

  17. NickLitYouAFlame Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 27, 2007
    star 5
    Gallia Tern
    Aboard the Panther Centurion

    Gallia, when left to her own devices, was effectively useless. Without a sister to comfort, and in the company of a introvert, Gallia was forced to look inward herself. She was forced to look at her cowardice, in the face of death. Did Gallia fear her mortality? Had she acted, Bakara would have been fine. She had moved before any of the other Man Cubs, and could have reached Bakara before them, as well. But, she had shouldered the responsibility on Elora.

    And, Elora hadn?t been able to save her brother. She wasn?t fast enough, she wasn?t strong enough. Bakara?s predicament was their burden to carry, and when the time came, to answer to.

    Gallia eyes fluttered and she ran her hand through her sweat streaked hair. Bagheera said something, but it was background noise, to the memory of Mischa and her mother?s deaths. The terrible crack of her sister?s neck. The hollow sound Raksha?s skull had made, when Shere Khan struck it.

    Her thoughts jumped to the tyrant. She replayed him bursting from the jungle. He was unrealistically powerful. She remembered the glimmer in his eyes. The recognizable burn of flames that had engulfed her childhood and her home. Shere Khan was that same fire. Seemingly unstoppable. Yet, all fires die out eventually.

    Gallia didn?t even hear Bagheera speak over the intercom. Her eyes were open, glazed over. She was facing the wall, but all she saw was fire. Embers that no longer smoldered in reality, but that she couldn?t erase from her mind.

    Gallia was pulled out of reclusion, by Elisthia?s voice. ?Come on, Gee.? Her only elder sister was already hovering in the doorframe. Gallia wordlessly rose and followed her sister the path to the cockpit. Her eyes never strayed more than a fraction of an inch, from her sister?s head.

    Gallia wondered what they were doing at the bow, but she wasn?t interested enough to ask. She stood idle, and ran her hand through her hair again. She her fingers on an obstruction and pulled it from her tangled locks. It was small leaf. A remnant of her fate-damned homeworld. Gallia crushed it in her fingers. She looked up at Bagheera, but still didn?t say anything. She just stared at the fur between his eyes.

    Tag: Winged, Man Cubs
  18. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

    Member Since:
    Sep 12, 2002
    star 6
    IC: Mischa, Child of Poseidon
    The Netherworld

    Without another word, Krasus turned and began walking. Mischa hesitated - should she follow? He was her guide, but where would he take her?
    Well: she couldn't stay here forever. She didn't even really know where here was... and Mischa supposed one place in the Netherworld was as good as another. This still felt unreal. Biting her lip, she hurried after him.

    They wound their way through the dark forest. Where are we going? Mischa wanted to ask, but her guide never turned or slowed. He had glanced back once to see she was following, but that was all, and something about him made her stay quiet. He was not like Akula, fierce but gentle, or Bagheera, who had indulged her curiosity with a smile, or Father ...

    "The passage through the Lands of the Dead has many stages," Krasus said finally. "We begin with a question. How did you die?"

    The memory rose unbidden. The Togorian attack - Shere Khan racing towards them in a blur of speed, Mother running out to meet him - dashing after her - Mischa's hand went involuntarily to her throat. Then the moment of absolute terror when Shere Khan had snatched her up in one paw as if she were a toy, and the brief, final pressure around her neck -

    Just then, they emerged from the forest. Mischa flinched, shielding her eyes from the unaccustomed light - and then lowered her hand, staring in wonder. There were thousands of people down there in the valley, more than Mischa had ever seen in one place in her life. The moonlight illuminated a multitude of tents covering the enormous valley floor, and the low rumble of voices could be heard even from up here.

    "He broke my neck," Mischa blurted. "He - Shere Khan - he said he was the King of the Galaxy and he'd kill all humans and he -" Killed me, Mischa wanted to say, but that was decidedly odd. She still didn't feel dead, and this wasn't like any of the stories the Pack had about the afterlife.
    Then again, she supposed the living weren't exactly experts on what happened after you died.
    "He killed me," Mischa said softly. And now curiosity got the better of her. "Krasus, where are we?"

    Tag: Wing
  19. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 28, 2003
    star 4
    Aboard the Panther Centurion

    Elisthia came in first, with Gallia in tow, then Vic and Ecko, Sara next, and finally Elora. One of the Shistavanen huntresses had taken over back in the medical bay, watching over the comatose Bakara.

    Bagheera the Cathar greeted each cub with a soft purr and a friendly nod. He reclined in his pilot's chair, his head in his paws as he contemplated how to say what he had to say.

    "We are landing soon," he said at last. "We left the Core some time ago, and are heading for a world called Mindor. There we will have to say our goodbyes. You will be taken into the care of a friend of mine, a Wookiee named Baloo. I must take the women and the cubs somewhere else, to a safe hiding place."

    He did not say it aloud to the children, but the words lingered there, unspoken: Your presence puts everyone else in danger.

    "Baloo has certain orders," continued Bagheera. "He is not going to look after all of you. It is necessary that you are split up. Some of you will be sent onwards to Colonel Hathi, who you know, and some will be sent to Sarabi Sei'lar, an old friend of your parents."

    He waited for them to react. He had not even hinted before that they were to be separated, and it had been a burden on his mind.

    Tag: Nick, Anne, Reynar, ramza, Hamm, Sirak (Peng)


    The Netherworld

    Krasus showed what might have been half a smile as he learned how Mischa had died, and then he turned away.

    "This Valley is where souls come to rest and wait," he replied in answer to her question, as they descended down the gravel path. "It is a place to find their loved ones, or enter the Kaleidoscope of Echoes to learn from the past and future...or sometimes they visit the Palace of Irkalla for advice and guidance. When they are ready, they leave the Valley, and pass on into Chaos or Infinity."

    He did not offer explanation for any of these strange terms or places, and marched on ahead into the busy encampment. Strangely for a place of the dead, the best word to describe it would be alive. Laughter, music and conversation filled the air, and Mischa looked around to see a colourful and vibrant mix of beings (including several humans). There were families embracing, a Bith band playing, an Ortolan dancing around, his belly crashing into several tents, there were Gamorreans playing dice and Mon Calamari in deep discussion and Iridonians joking and Rodians and Cathar and Duros and Trandoshans and a host of other species that she didn't even recognise.

    "Is there anyone you wish to reunite with here?" asked Krasus, glancing with distaste at the dancing Ortolan.

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  20. Penguinator RPF Modinator and Batmanager

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    Bakara, Child of Hephaestus
    The Panther Centurion

    As the Panther Centurion fled through the stars, the Child of Hephaestus began to stir. The huntress in the medical bay watched carefully as the boy's eyes began to flicker open. The right eyelid could not open completely, drooping slightly from the damages to Bakara's face. He felt no pain, only narcotic-induced lucidity. He blinked slowly. No pain. Had it been a dream? He was alive, and that made him think of what had happened.

    his face was gone

    But the lucid stupor pushed that out of his mind with sluggish arms. The huntress observed his face, or what remained of it. Aside from a few scratches, the left side was virtually intact. The right had not fared so well. The cheek looked gaunt and stretched, the underlying bones giving his face the look of a death's head. Scars would form, growing like vines in a twisted jungle. The lip was thin, barely a line, the ear miraculously recognizable. Gashes continued up the forehead, cutting through hair and scraping the bone. Above all else, the wounds seemed like a cancer that sought to consume the rest of the face, the body, the limbs. It was foreign, alien, inhuman. He would never be the same again.

    Then he spoke.

    His voice was a rattling whisper. "Where am I?"

    Tag: Winged
  21. JediMasterAnne Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Apr 24, 2004
    star 4
    IC: Elisthia, Child of Hermes
    Aboard the Panther Centurion

    From where she stood, leaning against the wall, Elisthia only nodded her understanding when Bagheera explained his plan to leave them with a friend while he took the remaining women and cubs from the pack somewhere safe. It made sense?as long as the Man Cubs were stayed with the pack, they placed them in unnecessary danger. And Elisthia felt that more than enough wolves had died on their account already.

    On the other hand, however, Elisthia wasn?t entirely sure how she felt about being left on a strange world, in the care of someone she didn?t know. But if Bagheera trusted him?

    "Baloo has certain orders," continued Bagheera. "He is not going to look after all of you. It is necessary that you are split up. Some of you will be sent onwards to Colonel Hathi, who you know, and some will be sent to Sarabi Sei'lar, an old friend of your parents."

    Taken aback, Elisthia straightened, her eyes widening. After everything they had lost?their home, their parents, friends, pack-mates, their sister?he wanted to split them up? No, she realized, he didn?t want to, but needed to. She didn?t believe he wanted it any more than they did, but he understood the need for it. It is necessary that you are split up, he?d said. For their own protection, maybe? If they stayed together in one group, then if Shere Khan found one, he found them all. Scattered, however, they?d be harder to find. At least, that seemed to her the most logical explanation?

    She still didn?t like it, and the idea scared her?as far as she could recall, the man cubs had never been separated long-term before?but if it kept them safe, she could cope. And it wasn?t as though it would be a permanent separation?surely, Bagheera would not do that to them?and some of them would still be staying together, so they wouldn?t be completely alone; that made it more tolerable. Besides, they weren?t really being given a choice in the matter.

    ?Who is going with who?? she finally asked, hesitantly. She hoped her brothers and sisters wouldn?t be offended by her seemingly quick acceptance of this plan, and lack of protest; she was no happier about it than they were, but again, it wasn?t like they had a choice.

    Tag: Winged, Nick, Sirak, Hamm, ramza, Reynar
  22. Ramza JC Head Admin and RPF Manager

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    IC: Vic, Son of Hades
    Aboard the Panther Centurion

    Bakara was awake. That was... good? Yes, yes, that was definitely a good thing. Vic smiled slightly. Of course, that was when he heard Bagheera's news.

    Split up? No, no splitting up... or... well... What would happen? They would get split up. No, that wasn't right. Vic furrowed his brow in frustration. His brain wasn't firing properly, or something. Muja fruit withdrawal?

    What was he thinking? Muja fruit?! His sister had died! His father had died! His mother was probably dead as well! What was wrong with him? Muja fruit withdrawal?

    No! No that wasn't right!

    "Who is going with who?"

    That was a good question. Vic needed to go with Ecko. Or Bakara did. Bakara was awake. That was good.

    "Is it possible I could have Ecko come with me? I'd rest a bit easier that way," he asked, tossing his head so as to twirl his braid to the front. The braid his mother had helped him with. And his mother was dead. He felt like he was tearing up again. What was wrong with him? Muja fruit withdrawal?

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  23. DarthXan318 Manager Emeritus

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    Sep 12, 2002
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    IC: Mischa, Child of Poseidon
    The Netherworld

    Mischa bit her lip again, sidestepping the edge of a collapsed tent. That was a good question. Who did she want to see?

    Everyone she knew was still alive - no. No, now that she thought about it, Shere Khan's arrival at the southern fields meant that the males had lost in the village ... and if they had then Father and Akula were probably dead too. Maybe even Mother; Shere Khan had hit her pretty hard. She didn't want to see them, not really: they had given their lives to save her and her brothers and sisters, and she had thrown it away. But she also very badly wanted to see them again, hug them, talk to them ...

    She was here. She was dead. She wanted to go back, but there was no going back. (Although, on some level, that wasn't strictly true. As she looked around the Valley, her curiosity was piqued: there were all manner of beings here, every species she had ever seen or heard of and some she hadn't, all talking and laughing and having fun. If this was Death, it wasn't so bad.)

    If she didn't see them, who then?

    "My parents, I guess," Mischa said eventually. "If they're here. And Akula, and ..." she trailed off with a sigh. "My brothers and sisters, but they're not here, I don't think. I hope they got away."

    Tag: Wing
  24. SirakRomar Force Ghost

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    Mar 30, 2007
    star 4
    Elora, Daughter of Ares
    Cockpit of the Panthera Centurion

    She listened while Bagheera the Cathar spoke. They would be split up. Like the frogs on Alderaan split when they were hunted for food. to assure some of them escaped the catchers they jumped away into all directions.

    This was probably bad new, or even good ones. She could harldy keep that apart. The feeling of a destination she was running towards no matter what she decided had taken her over.

    "Who is going with who?"
    Elisthia asked. A good question. Would they be ripped apart, decided by Baaghera? Decided by fate, probably. Or it was her decision.

    "I stay with Bakara."
    She said. It was no suggestion. She simply wouldn´t leave him.

    Other voiced their wishes. But she stayed silent for now. her mind wandered to Shere Khan. And that while they were fleeing from him, the truth weas they had won. He hadn´t killed them all. And he had shown his true colours. Now it was their turn and before they made their move. Which the prophecy told them would be his end, they would have time to prepare in hiding.

    Silently she wondered what the future had in store. And what mysterious forces guided the events to such outcome. She would never have declared war against anyone. But somehow Shere Khan had declared war on them. With that he had started a war that would be his doom. By the hand of one of them. As the war had truly begun, why doubt the prophecy any longer?

    Tag: Winged, Cubs
  25. Winged_Jedi Force Ghost

    Member Since:
    Feb 28, 2003
    star 4
    The Netherworld

    "Very well," said Krasus, clearly impatient to get this particular stage over and done with. "Wait here."

    He stalked off, and Mischa saw him approach a majestic-looking Ithorian, far away in the distance. The pair conversed for a few brief moments, and the Ithorian checked something in an enormous leather-bound tome that he carried underneath his arm.

    "Hey kid," came a voice. Mischa looked around to see a one-eyed Devaronian grinning up at her from the ground, where he sat cross-legged. "You lost? Come have fun with me before we go on to Chaos, eh?"

    "Pretty strange place for a young soul to be wandering," growled another voice, this time from a wolfish looking human who had emerged behind her. "Don't you have a guide? I can show you around."

    "Thisz one likezz it very much," hissed a slimy Barabel, who placed a cold hand on Mischa's shoulders. "Sssmellsz good. We don't have much time...come into thisz tent..."

    The leering trio closed in on her, until suddenly they were hurled aside with considerable force, groaning with pain, as if simultaneously winded by an invisible fist.

    Krasus had returned.

    He surveyed the trio with contempt, and icily locked eyes with each one of them. His expression spoke murder. They scrabbled to their feet, and hurried away.

    "Come with me," said Krasus, as if nothing had happened, turning to Mischa once more. "I am informed that only one of your parents is here. Your mother. This way."

    And he led her off through the maze of tents and people, winding through the exotic and colourful crowd, heading right to the far eastern edges of the encampment. The walk took at least fifteen whole minutes, and it seemed as if they were going nowhere in particular, but suddenly Krasus came to a halt, and gestured towards a small fire.

    "There," he said. "Your mother, correct? Say what you wish to her. Be brief. I will be waiting."

    But it was not Raksha sitting beside the fire. Instead, there was a pretty brown-haired human woman, tall and slender, her emerald eyes glinting in the firelight. She was gazing sadly at her feet, and she played a small wooden instrument, softly strumming and whispering a quiet song. Her face seemed so familiar to Mischa, like a slightly altered reflection of her own, and the young girl instinctively realised that she was looking at the woman who had given birth to her.

    Tag: Xan

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