The Second Motherland War S1 (Started, Please join on DT!)

CowLogic · 2013-02-15T22:21:17Z

Welcome to the brand new, Genre-Bending "Storybook," created by your friends CowLogic and Omniyus . This story, fueled by waffles, intense brainstorming sessions, and excellent writers will change everything you ever knew about this type of thread, and you will experience joy, laughter, and tears as you read and write this epic account of bondage, rebellion, and rebirth. We hope you will all join us in this monumental attempt to create the best Storybook ever. It will be a great time had by all. Other side-affects of this story may be, but are not limited to: end to world hunger, world peace, vomiting, end to poverty, the cure for cancer, the cure for polio, the invention of time travel (we know that this part will work, because polio already has a cure, you see?), mild indigestion, explosive laughing fits, increased charisma and good looks, and even cash being dumped into custom stitched pockets by dump trucks. Please inform your doctor if you have thoughts of suicide, even if it is not caused by this forum. This storybook is not for everyone, so ask your doctor before joining. Just kidding, this storybook is for everyone. Without, further ado, here is our story outline, in which we have invested a lot of planning: The Plot : History : On the year of 2015, the Sentients arrived to Earth. They descended from the heavens at a quick speed, hurtling towards the ground in a large rocket, landing in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, yet slowing down enough that it did not cause major damage to any coastline. Instantly recognizing that the massive satellite was not our own, Japan and the United States both raced to the ship with fleets of ships and airplanes. The US got there first, but it mattered not. The rocket was inhabited, by a human-like people, who were most definitely not human. They claimed to have come from a planet in a completely different galaxy, and said that they came in peace. We welcomed them into society, calling them Sentients, because of their intense knowledge, that matched, and even in some cases exceeded our own. Although there were at first issues of spec-ism and prejudice, eventually humans and Sentients were able to live in harmony and a period of prosperity followed known as the Era or Prosper or the Second Pax Period. During this period, the Sentients and humans worked together to create a very prosperous and peaceful world, using our combined knowledge and resources to advance technology to a previously unheard-of degree. The Sentients had increased knowledge of energy use and storage, the reason they were able to travel here, yet we had superior skills in mechanical engineering and elemental physics and chemistry, and together we created technology and other advancements that skyrocketed wealth and society to a whole new level. We lived in peace and well-being for more than 100 years, however, sometime all good things must come to an end. Eventually the Sentients began to evolve. They became slowly and surely less human-resembling, showing abilities to transform their bodies by increased or decreased transfer of energy to various points. They became stronger than us, and smarter than us, showing obvious dominance in most areas. As their physical attributes increased, their egos ascended, and they began to be greedy of things that we had never fought over before. The Sentients took advantage of us as less superior beings by taking over our operations, our governments, our lives, through snide influence and threats. They assumed a higher status than humans, and eventually became king-like, trying to control us to the point of reducing our lives as favor to their own. The last straw occurred when Sentients in Egypt began to shoot humans who showed "disrespect." We declared our protection in the "Second Rights of Man" document, and confronted the Sentient leaders in a massive protest in front of the massive UN Building in New York City, which had became the World Capital City during the Era of Prosper. In response, they gunned us down in the streets. War was immediate. The early stages of the war were known as the Terror Campaign. During this time, Sentients went ballistic, murdering and torturing humans in a small genocide. We eventually lost our delusions of peace and began to mobilize our armies. The battle did not utilize Nuclear Weapons because the Humans and Sentients were so intermingled and integrated that there were no true targets. The war of Man vs. Alien lasted for over a decade, the first 6 years being the most bloody, the last being the humans who refused to surrender being wiped out. It was named the Motherland War or the Great War. In an early victory, we had stormed NYC and taken control of the UN building. As time wore on, the humans hit a massive road-block. The Sentients were changing still, and in a bad way. They were evolving to be more destructive, more physically superior. And sometimes they transformed. They could, at will, turn into something so mysterious and horrifying that it is impossible to describe except for the words cold and dark. In this form, the Sentients could inspire much fear and destruction among their human enemies, and this caused the humans to lose ground, being defeated again and again, and losing more soldiers every second. Soon our weaponry was gone, our ammunition was gone, and for most of us, our pride was gone. The final battle of the war was in 2151. All of the human army had accepted defeat and surrendered to the Sentients except for the battalion that was still in the heavily fortified NYC. We staged our final stand there, fighting back to the death against an onslaught of heavily armed Sentients. We fought long and hard, but eventually they made it to the UN Building, where we eventually were taken by force. No prisoners were taken. Every human who was caught inside the city died. This massacre encompassed more than 200,000 men, women, and children. Because of this final stand, it was known as the Battle of the Alamo, and that title eventually spread to refer to the whole war: The Alamo War. (This is an important rallying point for your humans in the story.) The humans became demoralized in defeat and were subject to a mostly non-lethal genocide by the Sentients, who now overpowered them entirely. After the terror had subsided, the human race was enslaved by the Sentients. Humans now catered to the Sentients hand and foot, performing all tasks for them and doing all work for them. They worked in mines and on plantations, letting the Sentients reap the benefits of the raw goods, and worked in factories to manufacture products that the humans could not use. A large portion also became personal servants to the Sentients, who now lived in extreme wealth, while giving their slaves horrible living conditions. As the days wore on, more and more humans became agitated. However, in the early days of the enslavement, any form of rebellion was squashed. The humans were beaten and trampled upon for the next 2 decades, and a new generation of humans began to take over the slave positions as many of their seniors died from disease and starvation. These young men and women were strong from work and very, very angry. Tensions built as they grew more and more hatred towards the Sentients, now entirely inhuman, looking more like flesh-like birds than people, growing steadily overweight, and the humans increasingly wanted, needed, a change in the status quo. There seemed to be a familiar trend rising out of the darkness. That of war. The story starts : The year is now 2176. After being enslaved since the Battle of the Alamo during the humans final stand in New York, the humans are now servants and workers, who can barely survive in addition to being treated brutally and cruelly by their Alien masters. The Sentients are becoming a little too comfortable in their positions of power though. Below them, the people are stirring, and stirring very hard. There are many tensions, and unbeknownst to the Sentients, the humans want retribution for their ancestors and parents lost in the Motherland War. Meanwhile, the Sentient government grew corrupt and bureaucratic, and lazy along with it. Their most powerful base of operations was in the UN Building, which was now converted into a Sentient stronghold. In it lay the governing body of the alien race, and one of the largest battalions of Sentients anyone has ever seen. This will become the main objective for the human uprising, the target which mean the most, both practically and emotionally. Your story will follow the humans as they grow from small uprisings into a huge rebellion, which will eventually turn into the Second Motherland War. Good luck and play fair. But not too fair. It's time to take back what's ours. Playable Species : Humans : You are a part of a dying race. After fighting multiple wars and losing most all of them, you are now enslaved. The willpower of you and your people have been diminished down to almost nothing. Working in the Mines of Algorath in Colorado, or the factories in what was Newark, NJ, and Detroit, MI, or serving the Sentients in their magnificent homes, your people are working away physically, mentally, and emotionally down to nothing. You shall be one of these people. You are one of the only people left that have hope. It is your job to inspire that hope among your human brethren and to take up arms against the Sentients. Note : We suggest that most of you pick humans. Just because they are not solid crystal statues for most of Season 1. Note : Your person can have some kind of adaptations. It is recommended. Nothing too big, like a third arm, but something is wanted. (Always keep in mind that the main rallying point you work around is your humanity, which is adverse to the inhumanity of the Sentients. Therefore, your whole character should not be based around his or her "adaptation.") Mudmen : You were the pride of the Sentients, called the Scientists, who were the most excelled in wisdom and knowledge. Some could even use complex math and science skill to use nature to harness energy in ways that some humans might call ''magic." Now you are the Mudmen. Now, though, you are the pride and glory of the UN building. You are a crystal statue residing in the halls of the converted UN building. You cannot move, but you can think and feel. The only possible good thing about being a Mudman is that the crystal can and is storing vast amounts of energy, from both the environment and a bit from you. Note : Please PM Omniyus if you want more information on this character. Omniyus will message if you pick this character. Other (non-playable) Species : Sentients : They now look much different than the humanoids that had once landed on earth with a heart-shaped box of chocolates. The Sentients are now pale, fleshy, and birdlike. Although they are gaining weight, you can see through their skin somewhat and there are many varicose veins and arteries. They are very frightening to the human eye, especially when they transform into the Dark, their fear-inspiring state. They are bigger than humans, most standing at a lanky excess of 8 or more feet, and they have very long arms and fingers. They are crudely intelligent, yet speak in weird, horse, voices. You cannot play these characters, but it is important to know what they look like in order to paint an accurate picture of your characters enslavement, display. Available Positions : Human s: 1. CowLogic 2. Starleene 3. Alvarin 4. BlackNether12 5. VereenVKS 6. AriaAdams 7. ShadowVyper 8. Shino??? 9. Janika 10.+ Mudmen : (I think we have enough. Shino still has the option though.) 1. Omniyus 2. CowLogic 3. Starleene 4. BlackNether12 5. AriaAdams Character Template : (please put in spoiler to make thread more organized) [spoiler][b]Name:[/b] [b]Species:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]History:[/b] [b]Other: (Anything you might want to add that I did not mention)[/b][/spoiler] Rules : Usual YWS rules, including: 1.) Violence is not only plausible, it is inevitable. And it can get quite gory. 4.) Use your discretion for things such as sex and language. 7.) Try to make posts pretty good (grammar and length-wise). 10.) Please read the history and descriptions to make your posts well-informed. I know it's long, but... yeah. 23.) We won't be super strict, but no making your characters super-powered, no messing with others' characters unjustly, and no being a mean person. 45.) Omniyus and I have complete control over you in this SB. And rebellion is not an option. Please only post your character profile here. Any other issues such as spot reservation questions and concerns should be posted on the Discussion Thread, or DT, located here: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=200&t=96706 Now, YWS users, will you join us to take back what is ours? It is time for a change of scenery in this great and revolutionary year of 2176!

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Sun Mar 10, 2013 1:17 am

crossroads says... · Sun Mar 10, 2013 1:17 am

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First of all, apologies again for not posting. Offline life got in the way, I'm afraid.

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~ Marietta

The darkness in the room was cold, heavy and suffocating. It surrounded her completely, leaving not even a dot of light to hold on to, never letting her eyes adapt to it. To Marietta, it seemed as if the freezing darkness was slowly entering her ears, her eyes, her mouth.. She could see nothing, and the silence was so loud that she wished to talk to herself - but she couldn't find her own voice.

She could feel her whole body shaking of fear, as if some small, live organisms moved under her skin, never letting her rest. She didn't even know if something actually was there. Marietta couldn't tell how much time has passed since she woke up in there, how big or small the room was, not even if she was sharing it with anyone.

And then all of the sudden, light blinded her. She didn't even know her eyes were opened. Blinking rapidly to adjust, she recognized the figure of her master, and she couldn't stop wondering how long it's been since they locked her in - she couldn't quite tell that she was hungry, but she stopped feeling hunger properly years ago anyway.

"Come," he said, in his same cold voice with no emotions. She got up and followed, her legs feeling numb, no questions asked. She could feel his eyes on her, inspecting the way her body reacted on what she's been through, trying to find signs of emotions on the way her skin looked. But never anything but that - the days in which she was used for literally anything were now behind her. In a way, Marietta was proud of herself for living up to the expectations.
"You didn't cry today."

She looked up, meeting the eyes of her master.
"Would it make you happier if I did?"

"Happier? No. More interested, maybe, I find your tears..ah..amusing."

Marietta said nothing. She knew very well, her tears would mean that they'd put her through something worse, until she'd finally either pass out or find the way to withhold her feelings from showing up.

"Go now," her master said as the door opened to the world outside. Compared to the coldness of the room she was just in, the air was almost too warm for her to handle.

Nevertheless, Marietta liked being outside. The towns were not as silent as she liked them, and she still couldn't feel comfortable among Sentients that weren't her master, but she preferred it over the dark rooms and experiments she was in inside. She found it enjoyable to look back at each pair of eyes that stared at her. It wasn't very usual to have slaves wandering around like she did, and she knew very well that they all wanted her for something. But her master never lent her to another person. Not once - and she knew he'd get angry if anyone decided to play with one of his favourite toys.

She left to the woods, following the path she marked for herself months ago. It lead into more darkness and cold, but nothing compared to the rooms she spent her time in sometimes, and she took a deep breath as she found herself far enough from the town.
With a small sigh, she did her best to look scared and lost, and ran deeper in the woods. That was where she knew they would often meet. She was responsible for a lot of legends they connected to that little clearance in the forest - the parents would send their children there, and the children would await for salvation. And Marietta would find them and cry with them and told them of better place and a group of rebels that will never let them get hurt. By the time they'd figure she was leading them towards their future masters, it'd be too late to turn around.

A girl and a boy sat by a tree, holding hands and looking terrified. Their hair was the same shade of orange red, and their eyes were blue. Twins. Marietta wondered how interesting it may be tracking their emotions - that is, if the happen to serve the same master and the same purpose. The twins couldn't have been more than eleven.

"Hey," Marietta whispered, but they jumped to their feet as if she suddenly yelled at them. "It's alright. I know how you feel, I'm here to help you."

"How can you help us?" The girl asked. So, she was the older one, probably feeling like she should take care of the boy. Marietta gave them a comforting smile and took out a piece of bread from her pockets. She would always get some to lure her targets with, and she never even thought of eating it herself.
The girl eyed it suspiciously, so Marietta took a piece and ate it. It wasn't poisoned, she knew that much. She almost forgot how food tasted like - it took more self control that anyone would think just to make her not show just how terrible she felt. She smiled again, as the girl slowly took the food from her and shared with her brother.

"Come with me," Marietta said. "Where I came from, there is so much more. You don't have to worry anymore." She reached out her hand, and wasn't surprised to see the girl taking it.
*

Getting into town, she felt the fear rising in the twins - but she now held both of them, and gripped their hands as strong as she could.
"No," the girl said, her eyes huge of fear and filled with tears. "You tricked us! Why did you do that?"

"If you act the way they ask, you will be alright." Marietta's voice was emotionless. She wondered if it was always like that.

"Let us go, let us go, please, how can you take their side? Please, just-"

Se turned silent the moment they entered the building. More a palace than a house, it was guarded and protected in every possible way, both from people entering and people leaving - the latter especially - and the guard approached them as they entered the lobby. The twins, now crying, hid behind Marietta. Even after she brought them there, they still sought protection in her. Fear did that to people - Marietta vaguely remembered.

"Good," the guard said. "The boy stays. The girl is a gift to your master's brother."

The twins now clutched Marietta's coat.
"Don't separate us," the boy whispered, "please don't let them take her away."

Even if she wanted to, Marietta could have done nothing. She stayed calm as the guard took the boy from her and dragged him through one of the doors, and she kept holding the girl so that she doesn't follow. After a minute, the girl stopped fighting, making peace with her fate. Marietta knew there will still be tears, though, especially during what the master's brother will put her through.

She made her way to Yaksha, the so-called brother of her master, accompanied by the guard. Marietta didn't care about the looks he gave her - she knew he wouldn't dare to make a move. The girl never stopped crying, but this time, as the door opened for them and they found themselves in some kind of a throne room, she didn't dare to say a word.
The guard bowed. Marietta didn't. She only bowed for her master, even though she knew she was risking getting beaten by everyone else.

The Sentient look bored, despite of having himself surrounded by girls and women of various ages. Marietta could read in his eyes that he'd welcomely accept her as well if she was free to take - but she wasn't that kind of a slave, not anymore.
After a short inspection, he waved the guard to take the girl away, and smiled a little to Marietta. Then he turned around, and waved again, this time to a young woman Marietta didn't even notice before.

"Take her to get some food for my brother," he said, with something in his voice that clearly said he'll torture her to death if she dared touching the mentioned food. The woman - the girl, Marietta wanted to call her so even though the woman was apparently older than her - stood with no emotion on her face, seeming stronger than any human Marietta has met so far. Yet Marietta, who has lived her life as a servant and made her way up only because she let them pit her down so much, could see better. By now, she has mastered the observing skills enough to see through the mask of coldness and strength - the dark haired young woman looked as if she'd cry her heart out if she was alone, but neither of the Sentients seemed to be noticing. Marietta nodded and turned around, and the girl quickly made her way to her, opening the door again.
*

"This will be it," Marietta said, as she bagged up the gift. The other girl's eyes, light green and surprisingly clear, stared at the bag, and Marietta spoke again. "I won't say a word if you do take some."

The girl looked at her, and Marietta kept her glare.
"How can you do it?" The question was silent, and the one Marietta heard numerous times. Not once from someone in her position, though.

"What choice do you think I ever had? I do as I'm asked, and I'm alive. My master didn't kill me when he had a chance - and even if I didn't owe him for that, standing up to them will lead nowhere. I do what I must, like we all do. When someone plays with your emotions, you just stop having any but the strongest ones."
***

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The girl is Gulfie, so Janika can take it on from here - I hope everything was alright as far as characterization goes.
Also I believe I will be making a madman* character, because I have a few ideas in mind, and in that case the profile will be in the DT tomorrow.

*definitely a MUDman. But I'm leaving the mistake be, for my autocorrect is just lovely.

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Sun Mar 10, 2013 8:19 pm

AlmondEyes says... · Sun Mar 10, 2013 8:19 pm

Gulfie

"Bring me my drink, slave." Yaksha ordered.

A little Blonde girl scrambled forward with a silver cup in hands and held it out to him.

He gave her a cruel smile and pointed at his mouth. Her hands began to shake as she moved closer, his nasty reptilian eyes never wavering as he watched. She put the cup to his grimy lips and tilted it up slightly. His disgusting forked tongue flicked out of his mouth as he drank. She pulled the cup back when he was finished, and stood there waiting for her next order. He patted his lap. "Come, child. Sit in my lap."

Tears ran down her face as she slid into his lap, the cup being held in both hands. I shook my head in revulsion as he touched her face, her hair, her neck. Everywhere. He looked straight at me as he did it, knowing I would hate him even more for it. The little girl just sat there, shaking like she'd just been dropped into a pool of freezing cold water, more tears spilling from her eyes.

"Tell me, young one." his tongue snaked out to lick at her tears. "How old are you?"

"Th-th-thirteen," she whispered.

I was sitting off to his right hand side, holding another cup with some kind of thick liquid he liked to drink in my hands. It had been a few days since I was last in here. Every part of my body was screaming in pain from the beating i'd taken, but it's not like he really cared. The blackened bruises that had shown a few days ago still hadn't faded, and were still very visible because of what I was wearing. He loved to see his handy own handy work. The bruises on my throat weren't as noticeable as they used to be though.

The door across the room opened, and in came a guard escorting a girl followed by another. probably another slave for Yaksha. It looked as if the girl had already been crying. She would certainly cry more for what was going to happen to her. Yaksha gave her a quick inspection and waved her off. The guard took her away. Yaksha motioned toward me, and I look at him.

"Take her to get some food for my brother," he ordered, his voice something nasty.

I turned and headed for the door without a word we both headed out of the room.

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"This will be it," the girl said, as she bagged up the gift.

I stared at the bag in her hand, not really knowing what else to stare at. She spoke again. "I won't say a word if you do take some."

I turned my head up to slowly look at her. She glared. All I had was one simple question for her. "How?" I asked softly.

"What choice do you think I ever had? I do as I'm asked, and I'm alive. My master didn't kill me when he had a chance - and even if I didn't owe him for that, standing up to them will lead nowhere. I do what I must, like we all do. When someone plays with your emotions, you just stop having any but the strongest ones." Her lips set in a grim line as she finished.

Her words couldn't have rang any truer than if I tried. She was right, but she was wrong. She doesn't owe her master a damned thing because he hadn't kill her when he had the chance. He could kill her anytime he wanted, and so could anyone else who wanted to, but wouldn't that prove her point? Hm. If that were true, the she would owe the Sentient and every other person in this god forsaken place. I doubt she knew that, though. Not saying another word, I turned and headed back, listening to her foot steps echo behind me as she followed. We walked in silence for the most part. I didn't have anything to say, but I wasn't so sure about her.

"My name is Marietta by the way." she said.

"Gulfie." I replied so softly I wondered if she even heard me.

We didn't talk after that.

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As we made it back to the room, I took my place beside Yaksha.

"That will be all," he said to her. "You may leave now, but

I watched as she walked over to the door. As it opened, she turned to glance back at me before disappearing through it.

"I would like to see more of her." he brought callused under my chin to lift it. "Wouldn't you?"

I didn't say a word.

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Sorry it was so bleh. I really didn't know where to take this. My next one will be better though!!

"What is dead my never die, but rises again, larger and stronger..."

*Ride like Lightening, crash like Thunder*

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies..."

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Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:31 pm

Alvarin says... · Mon Mar 11, 2013 4:31 pm

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This is the fourth time I'm writing this. First time Cloud killed the dog and got all weird and depressed, second time he more or less forced Gregory to let him adopt it which resulted in a silly argument, third time it all disappeared when I tried to post it.. But here it is again. Fourth time's the charm. Yeah, you heard me. I've written this post four times.

Peter Sebastian Cloud - Having a rather good day
I twirled around and charged towards the sound behind us, realizing too late that I had pinned a poor dog against the concrete. It snarled and hissed in rage and its jaws snapped only inches from my arm.

"Let it go," the old man said.

I pushed its head down and jumped back as quick as I could before it had time to bite me. It got up and bolted into the woods. I looked after it until it disappeared behind a tree.

"Probably abandoned," I mumbled. I felt bad for it. I was a stray dog to, wasn't I? Not physically, but in every other sense. Or at least I used to be. I wasn't sure if I was the old mans guard dog or his friend. Probably both.

"We can't pick up every stray we find," the old man said before he started walking again. I stayed a few steps behind, as I always did. "It's difficult to find enough food just for the two of us."

I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me. One stray was enough. The talk of food made me realize how hungry I was. The hunger didn't bother me much, but not knowing whether we would find any food did. My master, even though the mere thought of him made my blood boil, had always thrown me some food to prevent me from starving. I shook my head. I'd rather starve to death than go back there. But I couldn't allow myself to die now, could I? I needed to take my revenge first, but after that it didn't matter if I died.

The houses seemed to be getting further and further apart but also bigger and more luxurious. I was starting to get afraid that we might run into a Sentinent but I knew this area was supposed to be abandoned. Eventually my growling stomach got the best of me.

"Can I check one of the houses?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll keep watch from the porch."

I went inside carefully, just in case there was someone there. There wasn't. Nothing had stirred the dust here in years. In the pantry I found some canned fruit and spaghetti. Well, it was better than nothing, and it wouldn't get old. I used my knife to open a can of peaches and then tucked the rest of the food into my backpack.

When I walked outside to offer the old man some peaches he was fast asleep. I shook his shoulder not so mildly and held the can out to him. He sighed and picked one up. "What I wouldn't give for a juicy steak."

"I could go hunting."

"You don't have a g.." He smirked. "You don't need one, do you?" I shook my head. I was just fine with my hands and my knife. Maybe a snare. "Lets walk a bit further. You can go hunting while I sleep."

I nodded and followed him further down the road.

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Now if you excuse me I'm gonna go bang my head against a wall.

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― Thomas Harris

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Wed Mar 13, 2013 3:19 am

Omni says... · Wed Mar 13, 2013 3:19 am

Ao Mark'Zuul

The tremures happened more frequently, shaking my body and my shell alike. I can't tell one from the other anymore. I could feel Saihi encompassing herself in her magic.

I took her in, but I didn't teach her much, for I feared that she would want to fight. Humans, fellow Sentients, I didn't know back then.

She was the first one stuck in the crystal structure, in a feat to lure me to encase me in crystal, and it worked. That much I remember.

So much I don't remember. So much... I jerked myself awake. No! I could not. I will not fall asleep! If I did, then...I might not wake up...

Saihi gently touched me with her mind. "I could lend you some energy." She said. I could feel her worry seeping into my body, my soul.

"No, save your energy. It would not help anyway. My cage would just capture it."

She sighed mentally. "I will try and get you out of here. Get us all out of here."

"Don't waste your time, Saihi." I said weakly. It was draining anything I had mentally and physically to say any more to her.

All of a sudden, rage filled both mine and Saihi's mind, mixed with newfound pain.

"Give me some energy, Saihi, let us see if it can get past." She did what I asked, and a surge of energy hit my cage. I stuck my palm into the crystals and pain shot through my body-cage. Saihi's energy hit at just the right moment, and it skipped the crystals and went into me, stopping me from reliving my memories.

"Thank you Saihi." I then cut off her mind link, not wanting her to experience the emotions anymore. I then touched the man's mind. I immediately felt all of his emotions. It wasn't rage that he was filled with. It was thoughts. He was overriding himself with thoughts.

"Calm down, Scientist. All you're going to do is hurt yourself."

"How do you know I'm a Scientist?"

"Well, I should at least know of all the Scientist, or at least of all of them. I am the leader of of the Scientists."

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I gave you both chances to make a post, Black and Starleene. Also, Black, feel free to chat with my character a bit. Starleene, feel free to eavesdrop XD

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