[b][u]Ailen[/u][/b]

          Ailen heard the noises from the command room and followed after Silvia, what he discovered was a complete disaster waiting to happen. He watched Silvia as she started to dissolve the situation from a shit storm to just another catch. He smiled and continued to watch her features. You know at least she gave something to stare at that didn't make you want to throw up. There was a beauty to her and he couldn't put his finger on it as to why. It wasn't just because she was a woman with pretty good features. It was her ability to jump into any situation and well fix it. This could have been the end of their little tower. He then looked to his chanter of wine and smirked. Perhaps she deserves first drink from this bottle. Oh that's right she wanted those files on Tristan. He moved over to his desk and began opening his cabinets. He began pulling stacks and stacks of files out. It kept in detail every supply ship Tristan stopped from delivering supplies to the people, every detail on his intercepts of messages sent out to GTC. Messages that would likely had him transferred if they reached GTC. Then again they were mostly complaints from the people so GTC might not have cared. Ailen recalled what she said in the elevator. That she could have him transferred to the prison planet. He would agree if it guaranteed his life becoming nonexistent. Silvia did not know the whole story. It wasn't just his arm that was taken from him because of Tristan.... 

           He hated hit to a default, the Beax'Na hated him, everyone in the tower hated him, but no one hated him more then Ailen. Craig was likely the only one in the room right now who knew about the event that forever changed Ailen. Ailen shook his head brushing the thoughts from his mind. No need to think of such thoughts now. Silvia will make things better and he would talk with Craig later. They would keep her here no matter what. Tristan wasn't the only one who can intercept transmissions. They would intercept each one to prevent her from getting transferred. He began to notice he would need a file cart to move these to her quarters and looked about. "Hey Craig,... perhaps we could get a few personnel to take these to Silvia's quarters. She gave me strict orders to get them there." He asked, He then looked to Silvia and smiled. "Perhaps you can give Craig the same orders... the kind where he reports to you now. He will like that... probably. I know I did, if it keeps me from starring at Tristan's ugly visage I am more then happy." He said. He looked behind him when he said that just to make sure Tristan wasn't there.

[b][u]Jun'Krama[/u][/b]

              The Jun'Krama rose up from his seat after it was decided to visit the tower once more. "Have some of the women prepare my horse. I will ride now to go visit the tower once more." He ordered. The old man left to inform the women of their new chore. 
"Why?... why keep going to them? We should fight them not continually go to them as if our voice would be heard.." One of his kinsmen said. The chief looked to him. "We may be strong and brave, but we will not be stupid. A attack on them would be futile and pointless. They will use their technology against us and their devil magic. A attack would simply prompt the GTC from destroying us entirely." He responded. He then stepped toward the man. "However, if you do not like my decision you can challenge me right here, right now...." He added. The man gulped and stepped back shaking his head. "Then remain quiet,... if ain't got the balls to face me, how can you be expected to face them?" He barked. He knew the man meant well with his words. He was tired of their treatment as well ,but Tristan was right to some degree that they were no match for the evil magic they use. If anyone recalled, it was their chaos goddess who almost destroyed their civilization with magic. He wasn't afraid to die though if it meant standing up for his people. That is why he must go, he will push and push until he got what they wanted. Perhaps today will be different,... perhaps Tristan will be in the listening mood. Then again he never was. He always sent some piss ant to come talk with him instead. The puffed up fish faced son of a coward was no warrior. He had no balls to talk to him face to face, yet did not hesitate to mouth off insults from afar.... His tower forces were strong in their devil ways. They were brave and strong in their own way. A pathetic way, but still a way to be strong.

      Now if they used body and mind he could respect them more. He hated them still, but would hate them less. A man's strength comes from both mind and body, not just the mind. These GTC had the mind part all worked out but not the body. How pathetic... One of the women approached the tent. "Your mount is ready milord,... please be safe." He smirked at the sound of her voice. The voice of fear. That is where women belonged, beneath them. He left the longhouse and off to his horse. He climbed aboard and looked to the old man. "Your in charge until I return... if they send a transport of supplies to us again when I am gone accept it. We need it to survive with prey so hard to find." He ordered. The man simply nodded. The Jun'krama then began his journey to the tower.