It was the beginning of another day in the city. The night shift had ended just hours ago, and the morning shift workers were making their way to work. Many of those workers were human, and were forced to walk. If they were lucky, they may have had a bicycle with which to reach their destination. Others fortunately lived near or on site of their work place, and so were lucky, as the metropolis was large indeed. The rest of the many species of the city however were, mostly, given privilege to modes of transportation such as high-speed electronic highways, trollies, even hovering vehicles that could soar through the skies. But not the humans. For here in this city, despite it's location on Earth as one of the few standing civilizations, Humanity was on the bottom rung, the lowest block of the totem pole, society's mud crawlers. Nearly five thousand years ago, more or less, humanity was at it's peak- flying cars provided to the masses, space colonization was on the brink of discovery, and the governments were stable in their positions as the highest order. But war was still rampant, poverty, famine, still all too common. The world was slowly dying, and the true reason for movement to space was revealed; nuclear war was all too likely to happen at any given moment. But it did not happen. Apparently humanity was close to destroying the Earth, for the Gods themselves came to it's salvation. The war was swift, if war it could be called. Over fifty percent of humans were killed, their cities ravaged, and the rest enslaved. Earth was reborn, it's wounds healed in an instant, and what was left of humanity was forced to build grand cities. Not for themselves, but for those who would now inherit the Earth. For when Man was overthrown, those creatures who lived in secrecy, in hiding, came back into life as if they had always been, creatures from old wives tales so called fictional, and even things that were not imagined save in dream or nightmare. The primary city that was built was Enigma. While three quarters of the city were built with all that man had achieved, and even more by secrets the Gods now revealed to the builders, the fourth was constructed as the cities of old, made of stone and brick, but not a shred of technology to be found. For they were quite closely monitored when constructing this quarter, the one they were destined to live within. Punishment for the enslaved, for the enslavement so long held over the Earth. The Gods ruled with an iron fist for one thousand years, as more and more so called Mythical creatures sprung up around the globe, and migrated to the few cities; most made their way to Enigma. In time, the gods decided that rule over humanity should belong not to them, but rather to those that had been forced into hiding so long ago. And so, the Hierarchy of the Elders was created, and those that led were chosen, either by the Gods themselves, or by the people of the city. It has been four thousand years since the gods departed, leaving the world in the care of the Hierarchy. More creatures have continued to make their appearance, even entirely Alien species in some cases. But Humanity has not been idle. An organization, dubbed Chaos, had arisen in the years of the Hierarchy's rule. While open warfare was scarce, the Humans continued to fight a war of espionage, subtlety, and sabotage against the ruling body of their city. The ultimate goal, was to reclaim the rights they once had over the planet, starting with Enigma. So it was, another day. The nocturnal creatures were now going off to their respective homes, and there was a brief period where the city lay comparatively quite, then it is alive once more with creatures of many different species moving to and fro, conducting their business. There were few clouds, the sun was rising over the entertainment district, and, for most, it was a beautiful day, full of promise. For others, it was simply another day of plotting, preparation, and shady dealings. It was another day, in the city of Enigma.

The slums. The worst place of modern society. It was the place where the 'weak' were kept. It was sad really. Here was where humans were harassed the most. They were poor, street rats. None were there to pity them except each other. Astirith didn't like the place. It looked pathetic compared to the others cities and such. Even the wastelands beyond the cities looked nicer than this at times. Astirith sat at a table inside a bar. His wings wrapped around him to hide his stature and appearance. Astirith often found himself in a bar. It wasn't because he was a drinker but because this was the most likely place for harassment to take place. It was early and he was sure people would come in the get a drink to take a bit of the pressure off. Astirith looked around to see if anything was going on. A few demons walked in and began to make trouble. They always did, they were demons, there wasn't a reason for them to not think they were better. Demons were powerful compared to most races the inhabited the earth, their demonic Magic gave them a great advantage too. One demon grabbed a man and tossed him from his seat. "You're in my seat meat puppet." Meat puppet. A common term here. Humans were slaves and often didn't pull the strings around here...or anywhere for that reason. The demon walked up to the human and lifted him up. Another punch crossed the humans face as he fell again. Astirith stood up from behind them and made his move. A sword pierced the demons heart. His body burned a bit as the blade pierced his heart. His body dropped as the two occompaning demons faced Astirith. "You just signed your death sentence puppet." The demon said aloud. Astirith's wings unfolded. A holy light shined creating a radiant glow. The demons looked on shocked. "An angel? How is..thi- this possible. Your kind left long ago." One demon said nervously. "I guess not all of us." Astirith said in a chilling voice. "You fools forget...you may be free to wander the earth but you are not free of sin. I can punish you for your crimes against God or you can never come back. Now grab your friends Caracas and make a choice. The demons picked up their dead friend and fled the scene. Astirith sheathed his blade. His wings folded around him forming a cloak. He turned around and began to walk out the bar and leave the area. He wasn't to leave the slums but to find a private place to pray and atone for his sins.

The Sinner's Alley. A small tavern where the crooked of the slums sometimes gathered. Broken tables and chairs lined the sides of the room, with whatever furniture that was still usable assembled neatly in the middle. A few men in tattered clothes sat at the bar conversing with the tavern owner about rumors the whispers of the dark. In the corner near the entrance sat a figure in a black cloak, illuminated by the morning sun. A half full dirty mug of pale beer that had long since gone flat sat on the table in front of him, along with a small cloth pouch of coin. This was a human, long since left in the wake of the coming of the creatures of myth and legend. Old gods long ago sentenced humans to the bleak role of slave, insect, tool. This man had no need, nor faith in such gods. This man's name was Crum. Postured in his seat as if he were comfortable in the dark, musty room. As though he were enjoying his morning 'brew' Crum listened, half interested, to the chatter taking place at the bar. "I'm telling you, you're better off here.", the tavern keeper said flatly to one man. "And I'm telling you I've spent my days here in the shadows long enough. Doing nothing. Thinking nothing. Being nothing.", the man replied coldly. "I may become a slave, but at least I'll be surrounded by better than broken homes, people, and the creatures that stir here." "At least here you have free will." "What is free will if there is no life to it? Every single day I wander about with no aim, and find myself in the Junk Heaps. Then I sort through those with the rest of the nobodies and then take whatever I fend to the merchants. Whatever I get there I bring here, and give it to you." snorted the man, "And then I get to sit down to this.". The man gestured at the half-eaten, half-rotten bun sitting in front of him. "I would rather be a slave than continue being the trash that the higher society dumps here." Crum, long since understood that only a certain kind of man could upset the norms of the slums. A man of steel, forged in the fires of the cruel world they were sentenced to, and shaped by the unforgiving streets of the slums. A man who would fight, steal, or kill for the chance to continue living. He did not judge, or condemn the actions of this man who would give up his freedoms to not care for his own shelter, food and clothing. However he knew that this man did not have the mettle to continue on down here in the slums. For that you must have a stronger mental fortitude. Crum was not interested in this conversation of freedoms and slavery, he was much more interested in the conversation between the two men at the far end of the bar who would occasionally look in his direction and continue muttering on. But Crum is a patient man, and sensed that eventually, they would come to him. "Until then...", he thought, as he took another sip of his beer, and enjoyed what he could, of the warm glow of the sun.

"Tell us what you know and we will end your life painlessly!" Zalek barely felt the blow that struck his face, in fact he had not really felt it at all just a mere blade of grass touching his skin in the end. However he moved his head with the blow and made it look as if these Chaos lackeys were damaging him, each blow he made small changes to his appearance to make it look as if they were harming him. It was sad however that with all their threats they truly did not know that the one they were punching was playing them like the weak minded fools they were. Zalek moved his hands idly as they were bound with rope behind him on the small wooden chair they had tied him to. He made sure not to move them too much for he did not want to accidentally break the rope before the right time. It was hard to contain his strength when he was bound by these weak human inventions, out of them all rope was of the weakest to restrain him, but they didn't know that, why would they, after all, they were still under the assumption that he was a human. It amazed him how low the intelligence of these humans was, in fact he did not understand how this group called Chaos had lasted this long. Then again their leader had alluded them time and time again, so he had to at least give them a couple props for that. If it wasn't for the fact that their leader always escaped he wouldn't even have to be here right now, entertaining the thought of himself being tortured to these fools. So far the plan had gone accordingly which had been easy enough, he himself visiting the slums to supposedly spit upon the slaves who stayed there, an then these Chaos lackeys who had found out about his plans from their mole in the city would swoop in to capture him. They killed the slaves who had been escorting him, never realizing they were in fact slaves. Then again maybe they did realize it and did not care, him being the target either way, but alas it made no difference in the end. It was too bad that their little mole had already been dispatched by way of execution unknowing to them, and that Zalek had sent his own subject Srix disguised as the mole to tell them his travel plans. They never did learn that they could not fool Zalek with their infiltrators, and soon they were going to learn that lesson the hard way. Zalek watched as the Chaos lackey punched him in the stomach, he fake heaved and went forward a little to continue the illusion as the man waved his hand hurt from the hard blow he made. "This bastard ain't talking, we should just kill him and get it over with. There is no other use for him, and at least in the end we will have struck a great blow against the Elders." "No we need him alive we can ransom him back to the Elders, we can bring them too their knee's with him as our prisoner." "Thats right! We could be hero's among Chaos! I can't believe our planned worked so well these Elder's for all their power truly have no brains." Zalek listened to the humans speak their plans so openly as if they truly believed that they could bring the Elder's to their knee's with him as a prisoner. Even if he was a prisoner the Elder's would never make a deal, that was the way it went, a new Elder would be chosen if one died. But these fools did not know that for the current Elder's did not require replacement yet. Zalek shook his head realizing these low level lackey's would not provide him with the information he seeked, it seemed that they were just working for themselves, and that this entire charade was a waste of time. However it was possible that these two idiots could have useful information so he would just capture them and end this. Zalek had grown tired of the shape he had assumed to be captured, the shape that these humans only ever saw him as. It was a sad but true fact that the human resistance did not know his true form, whenever he found himself in public or around the eye's of anyone besides the other Elders or those he trusted, he took the appearance of a weak old man, the perfect target for these humans. They had a thing for going after the weakest looking Elder, something he had learned well early on, and it worked well. Zalek was silent as he slowly pulled his hands apart and broke the rope around his wrists, they had not bother to tether him fully seeming they thought he just an old man. That would be their fatal mistake even thought fully restraining him would have played out to the same conclusion. As the two men finished conversion about their plans and their hero status they turned as they walked back to Zalek, pulling what appeared to be a dirty nap sack the first man came to cover his head like they had when they captured him. However Zalek brought his hands forward in front of him as he grabbed the first mans hand and squeezed it, there was a sick crack of bones as the man screamed loudly, Zalek pulled him in at fast speed as he brought his head forward and slammed his skull into the mans head knocking him back, he was unconscious almost immediately as Zalek stood up, the other man had already ran for the door and opened it. As he opened it however Srix was standing in it, his eye's flashing with cold fury. The man tried to punch Srix but he caught the attack and brought the mans arm sideways slamming it into the crease of the wall, it broke with a loud snap as the skin was pierced by broken bone. The man opened his mouth to scream but Srix brought his hand up and covered his mouth with a large bowl like hand silencing him immediately. The man brought his hands up to try and remove Srix's hand but he was powerless to stop him, as his air was cut off he slowly passed out as Srix let him drop to the ground as Zalek stood up fully shaking his head at the two unconscious men. Walking over to the man Srix had knocked out he bent down silently as he looked at him, blood was already formed a puddle underneath him from his pierced arm. How was something so weak meant to survive? They would not last even a second on his home planet, their death's would be almost instantaneous. Zalek stood back up as Dagon entered the room silently and stood besides Srix. "Dagon grab the man behind me, Srix grab this one, were taking them back with us. Take them to interrogation center, make sure those wounds are taken care of I don't want them dead before there is a chance to torture them." "Yes Lord Zalek" Both men responded at the same time as they put a fist to their chest's and then each collected a man and threw them over their shoulders. Zalek sighed as he walked over to the corner and grabbed his discarded robe they had ripped from him when they arrived. Throwing it around his shoulders he put his hands through the arm holes as it flowed behind him before settling. Pulling the hood up slowly he covered his face as the face wounds disappeared into nothing. It was going to be another long day, but one way or another he was going to end this rebellion once and for all. Turned his back on the room he walked out of the dark secluded dirty surrounding and walked into the sunlight as his two bodyguards followed.

Sun poured into the modern wing of the Elder’s home as Hael pushed the curtains back from the almost floor to ceiling windows in the main room of Zalek’s wing. “He always keeps it so dark in here,” she muttered, preferring the warm light over the unnatural artificial light within the wing. She stood back with a smile and surveyed the bright room. With a satisfied nod, Hael moved to the closet under the stairs, pulling out her cleaning supplies. It was going to be another long day of dusting, vacuuming, mopping, and running errands for Zalek. She had already washed the dishes from the large breakfast Dagon and Srix had asked for. By the time they had left, she was up to her elbows in dishes and soap, scrubbing away at their dirty plates. The appetites of those two hardly awed her in the past few years. At around age 10 she had finally been deemed old enough to complete some of the more serious duties, like serving food to Zalek’s men. On her first day she couldn’t help but stare at the large men as they ate. Eight years later, she tried to busy herself with thinking of the poetry she had learned from Zalek’s library. On most days, the two men barely spoke as they ate, but it wasn’t always such a bore. Every now and then they would discuss news from the outside world. Hael always listened intently, although she never let them catch on. The politics and rising rebellions intrigued Hael more than she would admit. She could only hope that none of them had caught on to her eavesdroppings. Hael hummed quietly as she dusted off each room but Zalek's private room. It was the only one in the wing she wasn't allowed to enter. The ban from the room only made her even more curious about what secrets lay inside. She had only gotten peeks at the room over her time here, but none of them ever lasted longer than a second. Hael sighed softly as she finished dusting, moving on to vacuum. Afterwards, she mopped the hard floors in the wing. By the time she had finished, she expected Zalek and the other two back for lunch. She sat down with a sigh of relief, pushing her hair back from her face. Although she had been doing the same thing for years, she'd never gotten used to it. Perhaps she needed to slow down and relax instead of finishing early. The only reason she worked so hard was so she could have the time between lunch and dinner to read. Or perhaps it was her late nights outside in the city that made her so exhausted the next morning. Either way, she didn't have any other time to relax but at night and after her chores were done. After a few moments of rest, Hael stood and returned the cleaning supplies to the closet. She could only hope that something interesting had happened on Zalek's trip to the slums. Otherwise, she was sure that today would be slow and boring. As she waited for Zalek to return, she watered the plants in his wing.

Quick Fang, or better known as his adopted name Milo Cash sat reminiscing on old memories, but unlike most this sitting wasn't sitting. It was more hanging upside down shirtless, off of the balcony about 127 floors off the ground well above the highway below enjoying the view and danger as one slip led to certain doom. In the old days dangling like this was common but normally it wasn't as high and was just thugs holding you up instead of a metal bar meant to keep you from falling. (This specific tower Milo liked due to it bringing back older style instead of ever updating looks of future it brought it back to simpler 2010's styles) "Guess since im reminiscing so much might as well go see what's up in the old neighborhood, maybe I'll see Nimble Tongue [one of the few other tibbits Milo ever met as they aren rare but are aldo considered low like humans but with more privileges.] That'd be an interesting time," he said as he started pulling himself up into his apartment. "Track system on, play current," Milo mever stopped listening to music especially music of early 2000's. "Track start:artist:Blink 182:currentsong:Adam's Song" the machine said in a sweet female voice causing Milo to just sigh. He was lonely at this point, a famous Tibbit who fought his way to stardom and yet, here he is alone with no one by his side. "I'll go down to the slums that's a good idea," he thought as he called his manager. "Yo man, I ain't exactly thinking I can cool it today. I'm gonna go down to the slums for a bit. I'll hit you once I'm back" "What!? You can't go down there the-- click" "Thanks big man" And with that Milo was on his way, off to the slums to see his old life. Arriving there he quickly became a sleek gray cat, with black front paws.

"Bring them both Dagon, Srix get them in here." Zalek was subtle as he entered into his private wing, his two bodyguards were in tow the rebels from Chaos fully awake now and they were none too happy screaming and making a huge fuss. Zalek had decided that the interrogation wing was a waste of time, no he captured these two fools and he would be the one to interrogate them, after all he was the one overseer of interrogation anyways. It was one of his soul purposes to get information, a job he was extremely good at given his time as Master of Discipline back on his home planet. As The door closed behind them the men continued to scream profanity at all of them as their attempts to struggle were meant with strong painful grips from Dagon and Srix. "Drop them both, let them go." Zalek was silent as he crossed his arms and watched the two Chaos rebels drop to the ground, they both quickly gained their feet as they backed away from them, just like most cornered animals did. Zalek silently removed his hood as he gave it to Dagon who took it and stood nearby silently with Srix. Zalek moved forward as he approached the two rebels who had no place to go now. "Get back!!" One of the men yelled loudly as they quickly grabbed a near by vase dumping the contents on the floor and brandishing it in their hands as a weapon. Zalek shook his head at the man as he did not appreciate the mess he had just made, even these fools must realize that they were not going to escape. "Srix grab him will you." Srix nodded as he move forward to collect the man however the man screamed at Zalek making him put his hand up stopping Srix. "Yeah that's right have your flunkies subdue us, you Elders are weak can't even do your own dirty work. You gotta get others to get their hands dirty because you think your so much better then us! Your just wannabe figure heads that's why your gonna fall to Chaos!" Zalek was silent as he looked at the man with emotionless eye's, moving his fingers he motioned for Srix to fall back as he lowered his hand and reached down, unzipping his black jacket he silently removed it from his body revealing the emaciated looking ribs beneath, the old body he had assumed when he captured them. Giving the jacket to Dagon he walked forward as he stood in front of the two rebels. Slowing putting his arms out his body began to bubble almost as if was coming to a full boil, his body began to almost instantly change, the hair on his head slowly receded back in as his facial features changed at the same time, closing his eye's his arms and chest started to bulge out with muscle as the emaciated old man slowly transformed into a muscular male who looked about fifty. As the features finished taking place his head sprouted super short dark hair as his chin grew dark hair. His entire body changed before the two rebels who stood in horror and shock, Zalek slowly opened his eye's as they were a deep shade of red, his eye's were now fierce and bone chilling as he glared at the two rebels the old weak looking man now replaced by his true appearance. "What the hell! He just changed his appearance!" Zalek lowered his arms as the rebels began to freak out from his transformation, however he had heard enough of their words, at a neck break speed his crossed the room in seconds as he grabbed the man with the vase and gripped him by the throat and picked him up then slammed him into the ground with a loud thud. "Holy shit!" The other man screamed in pure fear he tried to turned and hightail it in the opposite direction but Zalek crossed the distance to him in mere seconds as he grabbed him by the back of the neck with a bowl sized hand. Squeezing the man let out a yelp as Zalek picked him up off his feet. Turning his tossed the man like a rag doll watching him smack the ground next to his friend. Zalek lowered his hands as he slowly made his way across the room to Dagon, taking his black jacket he slowly put it back on an zipped it back up as he then turned his attention back to the Rebels. Walking to them he slowly knelt down as they were both in obvious pain. "You know I get real tired of you Chaos lackeys and your words of heroics. You fight this battle against us Elders and you give yourself false hope that one day you will win. You merely show your lack of insight, your lack of intelligence. What will you do now that your powerless? What will you do now in the face of adversity? You will give up because your fake reality is crashing down. I have watched many men like you crumble, they cried and begged for their pathetic lives!" Zalek reached down and picked up both men one in each hand and slammed them into the wall behind them at the same time as they both opened their mouths in pain letting out a weak scream. "You don't care who you have to kill to get what you want... your so busy trying to gain a foothold some sort of elevation above the Elders that your forsake everything else. Would it shock you to know that the men and woman who were with me today escorting me in the slums were slaves dressed in disguise? That the lives you took were the lives of the same men and woman your pathetic rebellion is fighting to free and to protect! Of course you wouldn't because all you truly care about is trying to find some kind of freedom in a world that no longer belongs to you! You humans had your chance, and what did you do? You forsaken yourselves and nearly destroyed the entire world with your stupidity. You fight for a freedom you don't deserve, you get angry because we control you like children yet when you had freedom... you killed each other, raped each other, destroyed each other on nothing more then difference in belief." Zalek brought his face close to the two rebels as he tightened his grip on their necks forcing them to open their eye's and look into his own chilling glare. "I watched this world crumble for years, staying in the shadows, watching you destroy your own brothers and sisters. You humans are nothing more then animals who will turn on each other the moment when it suits your purpose. Thats why the Gods decided to enslave you and give us the power to rule over you. Thats why you will never win... thats why you will always be slaves... because you don't deserve anything more!" Zalek turned and threw both of them men to the floor as they slid little ways, both of them started to slowly cry from fear or pain Zalek did not care. "Take them to my private chamber, I will be along shortly to interrogate them." Both Srix and Dagon put their fist to their chest and nodded as they quickly collected the two men and disappeared into the next room. "Hael come here please." Zalek called for his servant as he silently waited for her to arrive.

Voltrex wiped off the blood from his face in disgust as he grumbled to himself. The new recruits that he was supposed to be training were as stubborn as the last recruits they had. He had taken the recruits after their training to a simple raiding mission of a supply truck going to the North End. One recruit decided to take it upon himself as the leader of the mission, but that ended in everyone being killed by the guards of the truck. Voltrex himself barely got out of there alive. He stopped off by his quarters and took a quick shower and changed before heading to Varin's office to report the incident. "Voltrex, how did the mission go?" asked Varin's informant who leaned against the wall sipping a unknown liquid from a mug that looked to have existed long ago. "It could have gone better." Voltrex shrugged his shoulders, rolling his eyes as well. He didn't want to mention that the recruits had died on the mission. It goes on his record and he'd rather keep that between himself and Varin. "Did anyone die?" the informant asked. "Yes." "How many?" "Classified." Voltrex turned away, ending the conversation as he continued his way to the large double doors of Varins office. He knocked on the office, checking to see if the informant had followed, but the said person was no where to be seen.

Silence. How Varin hated it. He had just recently slipped under the radar, keeping Chaos from leaping off a building and right into the Elder's arms. Just a few of the members managed to be captured, eventually those numbers would be increased if they didn't act soon. And Varin knew that you can't have a rebellion without rebels. Varin was sitting at a desk, drinking in the dark.

He scratched his head as he stared down at a device, he was looking at a blueprint he had managed to collect. It showed every street and building in the North End. He traced his finger lightly on the screen surveying the area before he closed the map and looked at one of Enigma as a whole. He sighed before closing that map and turning the device off and slipping it in his pocket. Varin yawned propping his head against his palm. He stared at his office door waiting in the dark. His head dropped several times before he finally gave in and let it fall, dozing off. Moments later he was brought back sharply by the sound of a loud knock. "Come in," he said straightening and pushing a button on his desk which brought the lights on.

Hael had just finished watering a pretty little fern in the library when the sound of the front door opening caught her attention. She gripped the pitcher, tensing when she heard the shouts and curses of two foreign men. Zalek must have brought his work home with him. It was most likely to do with the slums, too. She snuck to the door and slowly cracked it open. Through the tiny crack, she could see the two large guards setting the two clearly upset men down.

She remembered the first time that Zalek had brought one of his prisoner's home. The terrifying experience was one she did not want to remember. Especially since she was sure she would see the scene be repeated now. It wasn't going to be pleasant, but she had to watch and see what happens until her curiosity was sated.

Hael gasped softly when the man dashed for the vase and dumped the contents, shutting the door just a little more so she wouldn't be seen. She watched intently, wondering what the man would do next. Surely the vase wouldn't be much help against Zalek or his two men. Hael watched as Srix approached, biting her lip nervously. She shook her head a little as the defensive man insulted Zalek. It was always a bad move to insult an elder. She didn't want these men to go through anymore pain than Zalek had planned for them already. She watched closely as Zalek transformed back into his usual shape. The frail, old man was now a powerful, dangerous one. She pitied the men. Their pain would come very soon. Zalek crossed the room swiftly and dealt with the men. Hael felt her heartbeat rise as the situation suddenly frightened her. She flinched when the man dropped the vase out of fright, listening to the crash and clatter of the fragile glass. She felt her stomach knot at the sound. Zalek would want her to clean it up as soon as possible, which meant that she would have to be around him when he was worked up. She never knew what to expect from him after he had treated other humans this way. Mostly he was collected, but predicting his attitudes and decisions was impossible.

Hael shut the door as quietly as she could, resting her head against the wall next to it as she tried to calm her racing heart. She heard the grunts of the men outside, making her cringe in sympathy. She could only wait for Zalek to finish and carry them away to his private room. The grunts soon subsided, slowly turning into groans of pain. She let out a small breath of relief, glad that Zalek had finished teaching them some obedience. She pressed her back to the wall, hoping Zalek would send Srix or Dagon to fetch her after he was in his room with the prisoners. She took slow, deep breaths to calm herself down as she heard Dagon and Srix take them away. "Hael, come here, please," Zalek said, causing her to tense lightly. She swallowed and fixed her hair and dress, taking one last deep breath before she turned to the door. She slowly released the breath before opening the door. She stepped out of the room, walking quietly over to Zalek.

"Yes, Sir?" Hael asked, glancing at the mess the man had made. She hoped this would be done quickly to spare her of any more nervousness.

As another ship return from another journey Noah Meeks just sits, watching and waiting for that day. The day when he and his fellow pilots who have trained on how to fly the Kodiaks when Earth was young in the realm of FLT, will fly again. Unfortunately that day will have to wait, for he had to plan all of the operations for shipyard crew.

"NOAH! WHERE IN GOD ARE YOU!" yelled one of my bosses who was climbing up the stairs to my observation post.

"Sorry sir, I was just about to send the files for the new designs but I had to clean up the channels." responding in a bit of a tense way.

"Well get that garbage done or its your job!" that idiot had yelled to me about the hundred time this day.

Now, back to contacting all of my sources and find when the next SR2 Destroyer is due to come to this shipyard. Well it'll only take about another 2 weeks for it to come about. As the last of the executive shuttles leave the pads of the large tower across the way of one of the large docking areas where some of the smaller frigates are maintained. A large explosion is heard down near the bottom flour. Well, time to get those networks down so no one can send a response.



OOC: Well if anyone want to play as any of Noah's fellow pilots just quote this and add more!

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