Tomorrow's Yet to Come ~ epilogue ~ 11/4/04 - COMPLETE

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Sep 20, 2004 7:35 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Forty-Six – Allies and Enemies Alex sat on the bed in his Spartan sleeping quarters, going over the schematics for the transporter the Aberjani used to get to Earth. He made some notations, and folded them up and stuffed them in the pouch that swung off of the belt on his uniform. He stood up, grabbed some tools off of his desk, and left the room without a backward glance. He wanted to get to the lab, and finish up some work before he met Isabel. When he entered the lab, it was deserted, and he sat down, and got right to work. He pulled the schematics out of his pouch and spread them on the workbench in front of him. Alex studied the notations he had made, and began to work feverishly. Several hours past unnoticed, and Alex had a row of transporters laid out on the bench in front of him. He allowed himself a self-satisfied smile, and began to work on the weapon for the Aberjani. Alex was too absorbed in his work to notice when the lab door opened behind him. “Greetings Aladrik,” a voice said, and Alex jumped, and spun around. “Na’grat, it’s you,” Alex said with a laugh. “I guess I was focusing so hard, that I didn’t hear you come in. What’s up?” “Nothing,” said Na’grat, settling down on a stool next to Alex. “I just came in to do some extra work on my project. What about you?” “Same thing,” said Alex. “I really want to be successful. I was told my project was of vital importance, and I don’t want to let anybody down.” “Right,’ said Na’grat, watching Alex out of the corner of his eye. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint Lord Kivar.” “I don’t know about Lord Kivar,” said Alex, blandly. “I have no idea who my project is for. It was assigned to me, and I’m going to do it to the best of my ability.” “What are those?” Na’grat asked, pointing to the transporters Alex had left on the work bench.” “What’s what?” asked Alex, giving Na’grat a shove with his mind. “What are you talking about?” “I said, how is your project coming along?” said Na’grat, reacting to Alex’s mind warp. “I’m doing okay with it,” said Alex. “How about you?” “Well, I needed some help,” said Na’grat, and I was hoping you’d be the person o help me.” He reached into his pouch and pulled out some notes and spread them on the table. As he did, a scrap of paper with some words fell to the floor. Alex reached down to pick it up, and passed it to Na’grat, glancing at it as he did. “You’re not supposed to have that,” Alex said, trying to make his voice accusing. “The Director told us to destroy them.” “I didn’t mean to,” said Na’grat, his voice filled with fear. “It must have gotten mixed up with my things when we were taking them down in the dining hall. Please don’t report me!” “I won’t,” said Alex. “But you’d better get rid of it right away. You wouldn’t want the wrong person to find you with it.” “What do you think it means?” Na’grat asked, ripping the paper up into small pieces. “It sounds to me like somebody is trying to stir up a show of support for the Royal Family,” said Alex. “Which is stupid, since with the exception of Queen Vilondra, they’re all dead.” Na’grat looked around, moved closer to Alex and lowered his voice to a whisper. “That’s not what I’ve heard.” “Heard about what?” asked Alex, purposely playing dumb. “In my city,” said Na’grat, “There are rumors that King Zan and the others escaped some how.” “How can that be?” asked Alex. “My own father was here during the uprising. He saw the bodies of King Zan and General Rath, as well the General’s sister, Ava. And Princess, I mean Queen Vilondra, is married to Lord Kivar,” said Alex, swallowing down the bile that filled his throat at his last statement. “Maybe I’ll tell you what I know, and maybe I won’t,” said Na’grat. “How do I know I can trust you?” “Of course you can trust me, Na’grat,” said Alex, giving him another shove with his mind. “So what were you saying?” “I heard that scientists somehow made copies of King Zan and the others, and hid them away, someplace safe. I think that they’re back, and those posters and stuff prove it!” “Interesting,” said Alex, purposely changing the subject. “So what did you want me to look at on your project?” “Elandra! Elandra, wait!” a voice called after Liz as she walked down the halls of the Training Academy. Liz stopped and turned around and found two of her classmates running up to her. “We need to talk to you,” said one, pulling Liz by the arm. “In here, it’s private,” said the other girl, grabbing Liz’s other arm. The two girls led her into an empty classroom and closed the door, and stared at her expectantly. “What do you want?” asked Liz. She recognized one of the girls as the person who worked next to her when they were removing the posters. Liz quelled the sudden fear that perhaps she had heard the tune that Liz was humming. “I heard you this morning,” said the first girl. “When the Director asked us to remove that trash from the dining hall.” “You heard what, Varonia?” Liz asked stalling for time. “You know what I’m talking about,” Varonia said. “There’s no use denying it,” said the other girl. “You’re a part of it.” “A part of what?” questioned Liz. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name.” “My name isn’t important,” said the other girl. “As if I would want a traitor like you to even speak my name.” “Traitor?” said Liz, her voice incredulous. “Why am I a traitor? What is it I’ve done that you would dare to call me that. She drew herself up as much as her small stature would allow and glared at the two girls. “When we were removing those disgusting posters this morning, you were humming,” said Varonia. “And humming makes me a traitor?” Liz asked. “In that case, Lord Kivar’s prison’s must be over flowing by now.” “It’s obvious that the song you were humming fit the words on those posters perfectly,” said Varonia. “You must be a part of the group that is putting that filth up everywhere.” “You’re insane,” said Liz, laughing to disguise her fear. “Do you honestly think that if I were involved in something like that, that I would be dumb enough to announce it to the world that way? You know, I’m sorry, but I’m just not that stupid. I was humming, that’s it. I think you two need to get a grip on reality,” she pushed past the two girls and walked towards the door. “We’ll be watching you,” said Varonia. “Have no fear.” “Believe me, I don’t,” said Liz slamming the door behind her. Kivar entered the darkened throne room and smiled to himself. It wouldn’t be long before he was the king. He could imagine the coronation scene in his head. The lovely Vilondra would place the Antarian crown on his head, and the people that filled the room would cheer. It would only be a few short weeks before his Vilondra would be ready. He walked across the room and sat in the throne and surveyed the darkened room, still imagining it filled with throngs of cheering people; all of them calling out his name. He passed his hand through the air, and the room filled with light. It was several seconds before his eyes focused. When Kivar saw what filled the room, he screamed, and instead of hoards of people calling his name, the room was filled with his own screams of rage. <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Post by **Ti88** » Mon Sep 20, 2004 10:47 pm

so alex has found someone loyal to the royal four and liz has found some scary chicks out to get here. thats just great. and i wander what could be making kivar scream so <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/devil.gif ALT=":evil"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/devil.gif ALT=":evil"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/devil.gif ALT=":evil"> is the hall litteredwith posters or images of the royal four? things seem to be coming together nicely. Roselle The Techie Connection "'Cause frankly, looking at you looking like me is kinda whacked.'" - Michael from Son of M&M by kLyn "If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." -Gail Sheehy Egyptain Dwelling Silly Sister

Post by **splatty** » Mon Sep 20, 2004 11:51 pm

Woo hoo . . whatever did Isabel do to make Kivar so angry!!! Can't wait to find out. I'm glad Alex has found a friend but I wish Liz could have killed those b*tches. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> Can't believe you are still writing while you're sick and stressed and everything. You so rock! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif ALT=":)"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Sep 21, 2004 9:16 pm

Patty, I'm only writing because we aren't seeing tons of kids at school yet, so I have a couple of large chunks of time in between my groups. I'm glad your liking it <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif ALT=":)"> ______________________ Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Forty-Seven Actions and Reactions Another market day had arrived, and the students of the Training Academy were free to explore the city, and take a relaxing break from their grueling studies. Alex reached over and grabbed Isabel’s hand and swung it in a carefree manner. “Today, we are going to do nothing but relax,” he said. “No talk of weapons, of tracking systems and no talk of intrigue. I have declared this a stress free day!” “Oh listen to the masterful one,” laughed Isabel, stopping to hug Alex tightly. “I love it when you get all strong and boss like.” “Oh Alex, I love the strong silent type,” joked Michael, running up and knocking Alex’s hat to the ground. “It just makes my heart go all a flutter when you act that way,” said Kyle in a mock southern accent. He waved his hand in front of his face like a fan. “I do declare, you are just so masterful, Alex.” “Jerks,” said Alex with a grin, pushing them away. “Go play with someone else. Where are Max and Liz? Go bug them for a while.” “But it’s so much more fun bugging you, Alex,” said Michael. “We get such pleasure out of it.” “I can kill you, you know,” said Alex. “Yeah, but we can kill you to, so where’s the fun in that?” said Kyle. “Besides, Max and the others went on ahead. We were sent on a mission by our king to find you.” “Kyle, when have you ever willingly done anything Max asked you to do?” demanded Isabel with a smile. “Well, since it involved harassing you, I was all for it,” said Kyle. “You will pay for this,” said Isabel. Not here, not now, but someday, you’ll pay.” “Big words from Madam Diplomat,” laughed Michael. “Come on, let’s hurry up. I want to spend some time with Maria, away from all the problems of everyday life.” “And so we end up right back where we started,” said Alex. “No weapons, no wars, no kings, NO SHIT! he concluded as the group entered the marketplace. They stopped and stared in shock and amazement. It was a cool, crisp, sunny day, and the sunlight was glistening over the millions of silver handprints that decorated every available surface. People filed out of stores and into the open area, yelling and pointing. A hand reached out from the crowd and grabbed Alex. “See, I told you!” yelled Na’grat, his voice excited. “It’s a sign! King Zan is here, I just know it!” “Shut up, Na’grat,” hissed Alex. “Your drawing attention to yourself.” He glared at Na’grat and gave his mind a shove, and Na’grat immediately began to calm down. “I think I’m going to go pick up a gift for my mother,” he said. “She’d like that.” Alex watched as Na’grat wandered off through the crowd. “So much for our nice relaxing day,” he said to the others. “Michael, I think I’m going to kill Maria. Doesn’t she know the meaning of the words overkill?” “No,” said Michael. “But Maria didn’t do this. She, uh, well, she was with me all night.” His face flushed a dull red, and he glared at the others, daring them to make something of it. When nobody said anything, he asked, “Who was that guy anyhow, and what was he talking about?” “Let’s round up everybody else, and I’ll tell you about it,” said Alex. “Where are we supposed to meet everybody?” “At that little stand that sells jewelry, not to far from the restaurant where Che’koth took us that time,” said Kyle. “Come on, let’s get out of here before we get into any more trouble.” They quickly left the market place and made their way to where Max, Zan, Maria, Ava and Liz waited. The expression on their faces showed that they were as shocked as the others by what they had seen. By unspoken agreement, they didn’t say anything. The guys stood by chatting about inconsequential things while the girls examined the jewelry on the cart. “It’s very lovely,” Isabel said, holding up a necklace. “It is indeed very beautiful,” said the owner of the cart. “But only half as lovely as you. It is made from trideka, and the stones are brentium.” “I’m sorry,” said Liz, struggling to keep her voice calm. “What did you say it was made from?” “Trideka,” said the man. “It is one of the purest forms of metal on our planet.” “Aladrik, did you hear that,” she called to Alex. “This beautiful necklace is made from something very similar to what Mother’s wedding bracelet is made from.” She stared at him, then shifted her gaze to her wedding band, then looked back to the necklace.” Alex smiled when he realized what Liz was trying to get him to understand. Platinum was very similar to trideka. He watched as Liz touched her wedding ring, and then touched the necklace. She nodded to Alex and slipped off her ring and tried the necklace on. Alex concentrated and shoved at Liz’s mind, trying to get her to cluck like a chicken. Her excited smile told him that the mind warp wasn’t working. “Ma’nith,” she called to Max. “Isn’t it beautiful!” She took the necklace off and held it up to Max. “It is,” said Max, looking quizzically at Liz. “Would you like me to buy it for you?” “Maybe someday,” she said with a shy giggle. Carefully, she placed the necklace back in its case and turned to Max. She stood on tiptoe as if to kiss him and quickly whispered in his ear. “its properties are very similar to platinum. If you touch your wedding ring, you can transfer its properties to the jewelry. It will block a mind warp. Alex and I already tested it. Tell the others.” “Are all the items on this cart made with trideka?” she asked the man. “Of course. Me’noyith only sells the highest quality pieces,” the man said proudly. “They are lovely,” said Liz, watching as Alex and Max spread the word to the others. “May I look at some of the other pieces you have?” “Of course, beautiful lady,” said Me’noyith. “Anything you desire will be yours on such a lovely day. One by one, Liz picked up the pieces of jewelry and changed their molecular structure to match that of the platinum band she wore. Isabel, Maria and Ava joined her, and in a matter of minutes, they had changed every piece Me’noyith had on his cart. Ava walked up to the cart owner and smiled. “Thank you so much for letting us examine all these beautiful pieces,” she said. “Now, I want you to take your cart, and go to the center market place, and give everything away.” She closed her eyes and shoved with her mind. “Do you understand what I’m asking you?” “Of course, lovely lady,” said Me’noyith. “You want me to share my jewelry with the people of our fair city.” “Thank you, Me’noyith,” said Ava. “You will be rewarded. I promise you this.” “I thought we had agreed that it was not wise for all of you to be seen here,” Che’koth said when they trooped into the small restaurant. “Yes, we did agree,” said Max. “But some things have occurred that make meeting like this a necessity. We need to talk to you, and it couldn’t wait. And, we need you to pay a man named Me’noyith for the contents of his cart,” he added as an after thought.” “Why don’t you start at the beginning,” said Che’koth. “And finish with why I owe this Me’noyith money.” The group looked at each other, waiting to see who would go first; finally Liz took a deep breath. “I’ll start,” she said. “We were all ordered to help clean the dining hall, and remove all the ‘propaganda.’ Well, I guess I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing, and I started humming while I was removing the posters.” “This does not seem like a great tragedy,” said Che’koth. “You wouldn’t think so,” said Liz, but two girls heard me, and connected the tune, with the words on the posters, and confronted me about it later. I totally got in their faces about it and said that they were imaging things, and that if humming were a sign of treason, half of Antar would probably be in jail by now.” “Do not worry, Liz,” Che’koth said with a faint grin. “There are those who will always try to better their position by accusing others, but there is something scheduled to happen at the Training Academy tonight that will throw all suspicion off of you. Who is next?” “Okay, I was in the lab, working on the transporters, which I finished by the way,” began Alex. “Anyhow, I had them laid out on the work area in front of me when this guy Na’grat comes waltzing in, supposedly wanting my help with something. He spied the transporters, but I mind warped him into not seeing them, and I hid them pretty quick. So, he pulled out some stuff he wanted me to look at, and out fell one of Maria’s little song snippets. I decided to go on the offensive, and he really wigged out, begging me not to report him.” “So far, I’m not hearing anything that is of a great concern,” said Che’koth. “What happened next?” “He wanted to know what it was, and we discussed the possibility of someone trying to stir up support for the Royal Family. I pointed out that they were all dead, except for Vilondra, and that’s when it got freaky. He told me that some scientist made copies of Zan and the others and hid them away for safekeeping. People know about them,” Alex said, pointing at Max and Isabel. “Alex, you need to relax,” said Che’koth. “You’re starting to act like our friend Maria here,” he smiled fondly at Maria, taking the sting from the comment. “There have always been rumors to that effect, and now, we can use them to our benefit.” “Well, Na’grat was totally freaked when we got to the marketplace and saw all those handprints. I had to mind warp him again to get him to shut up, or he probably would have ended up dead,” said Alex. “Who put those up there, anyhow?” “That would be the doing of some of the freedom fighters,” explained Che’koth. “They put up some, but I think, many of the citizens of the city added their own to show support of the Royal Family. It seems, also, that someone,” he looked directly at Isabel, “Managed to get into the throne room in the palace and did a little redecorating. Kivar was most unhappy when he found it.” “Oh, that,” said Isabel, blushing faintly. “I meant to tell you all about that, I just kind of forgot, that’s all.” “Isabel, what did you do?” Ava asked, smothering a laugh with her hand. “Well, I may have burned a phrase or two from the song into the floor, and on the walls, and the ceiling,” said Isabel. “And etched colored orbs and handprints into the glass so that when the sun shines in the windows, they are reflected all over the room,” added Che’koth. “Well, the room was looking really boring,” Isabel said. “I just wanted to liven it up.” “And with the power of conviction, there is no sacrifice. It's a do or die situation, we will be invincible, really did liven it up,” said Che’koth. “They’re saying you could hear Kivar’s screams throughout the castle. Now, may we move on to the part where I am paying a jewelry salesman all of my money, please?” “Well, we were looking at some jewelry on a cart,” began Isabel. “The owner told me they were made of trideka. When Liz heard that, she got all excited.” “Because trideka is very similar to platinum,” interjected Liz. “I thought maybe we could modify its molecular structure and turn it to platinum. I tried it, and then Alex tried to mind warp me. By the way,” she added, turning to Alex, “What’s with the clucking like a chicken? Anyhow, it didn’t work, the mind warp I mean.” “So then Liz told me, and I told the others, and the girls started trying on all of the jewelry on the cart, modifying it as they went,” said Max. “Then I kind of suggested to Me’noyith that he should go into the market place and give away his jewelry,” said Ava. “And that he’d be amply rewarded, so it’s my fault you have to pay him. I’m sorry.” “Sorry?” said Che’koth, roaring with laughter. “The nine of you are the most inventive, creative people. You are not afraid to take a situation and use it to your advantage. Your plan is superb, and you have dealt well with every situation you have encountered. Go and enjoy the rest of your day. I will meet with you tonight, after I pay Me’noyith.” <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Sep 22, 2004 8:33 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Forty-Eight Congratulations are in Order The student body of the Training Academy assembled in the only room large enough to hold them all comfortably, the dining hall. A low buzz filled the air as the students tried to figure out why they were all there. Liz sat next to Maria. She looked around surreptitiously and found Varonia and her friend and pointed them out to Maria. “They look like they ate a couple of lemons for dinner,” Maria whispered to her. “But hell, if we could handle 12 years of Pam Troy, we can deal with anything those two can dish out.” Liz shook with laughter. “Maria, poor Pam is like 9 million light years away or something, and she still pissed you off.” “She was born to piss me off,” Maria said, darkly. “She is an evil blight on the face of the Earth.” “Tell you what, lets focus on the enemies we have on this planet, then we’ll deal with Pam Troy. “You’re just saying that to make me feel better, chica. I don’t believe it. You’re too nice to do anything totally evil to Pam Troy.” “Maria, come back to Antar, will you,” said Liz. “The Director is here, and I want to hear what he has to say.” The Director walked into the room, followed by the faculty of the Training Academy. The climbed the stairs to the stage, and the faculty took their seats behind the Director who stood at a podium. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a communicator and pressed a button on it, and returned it to his pocket. “May I have your attention please,” he said, and his voice boomed throughout the vast dining hall. “We are here for a very joyous reason. As many of you may know, we recently began a joint project between the natural healing division of the Training Academy, and the science division. The goal of this project was to find substances that will aid in the healing of some illnesses and injuries, leaving the few healers who remain to focus on the more serious health problems. I am pleased to announce that a team of three students here at the Training Academy has created a medicine that will fight infection in our citizens. Would Elandria Predia of the science division and Atara Greja and Mira Drenia of the natural healing division please stand.” Applause filled the room as Liz and Maria stood up, side by side, and looked across the room where Ava rose from her seat in between Kyle and Zan. Maria nudged Liz and pointed at Jara Kobodi who sat on the stage, her lips pressed together in anger. Sitting next to her was Plash Nevenia who applauded with all her might. Liz half turned and looked at Varonia and her friend who both sat with their mouths hanging open in shock. “I am also pleased to announce that Elandria Predia has been chosen to work with our technology division in the development of special items for the Aberjani!” Again the room echoed with applause, and Liz smiled slightly and again looked back at Varonia. She was pleased to see that the girl looked shocked beyond all reason. Liz smiled in the direction of the Director and the rest of the faculty and quickly took her seat next to Maria. “Now we have a more serious matter to discuss,” said the Director. “As you may be aware, somebody, or several some bodies has chosen to deface the Training Academy with insurrectionist material on several occasions. Please do not pay attention to any such materials you my find, and if you do find any, remove them, and report them to my office. However, I must caution you not to look at each and every one of your classmates as a potential traitor. I have had several different students in my office today, reporting what they thought was suspicious behavior. Ladies and gentlemen, doodling is not suspicious behavior, nor is humming. Please, we are here to learn, this is not a witch hunt. We are not political here at the Training Academy, our mission is to provide you with the training you will need to succeed and help Antar grow for many years to come.” Again the sound of applause filled the room, and Liz resisted the urge to turn around and stare at Varonia. She didn’t need to, she could feel the girl’s eyes burning holes into her back. “Before I dismiss you,” said the Director, would Elandra, Mira and Atara please report to my office. Thank you, you are dismissed.” The student body rose, and began milling around. Liz and Maria made their way over to where Ava stood, and together the three girls walked down the hall to the Director’s office. “Why do you think he wants to see us?” Ava asked nervously. “Ava, relax,” said Maria. “Here, try some lavender oil. It’s very soothing.” “I’m sure it’s nothing Ava. It probably has to do with the announcement he made tonight,” said Liz. She stopped before the Director’s door, and knocked boldly on the door. “Come in,” a voice called, and Liz reached out and opened the door and went inside. “You wanted to see us, sir?” Liz said. “Yes, come in girls, come in,” said the Director, his voice genial. “I just wanted to congratulate you again, and apologize for not giving you advance notice regarding the assembly. One of my faculty members,” he glared at Jara Kobodi who sat in a chair, her face mutinous, “ was supposed to tell you this morning, but it apparently slipped her mind.” “That’s perfectly all right, sir,” said Maria, stepping forward. “Jara Kobodi was so very busy today, she had so much information to share with us during class, it’s perfectly understandable that it slipped her mind.” Maria smiled brightly, first at the Director, then at Jara Kobodi. “In fact, Atara was saying that it was one of the best lectures we’ve ever had since we came to the Training Academy.” She nudged Ava with her arm. “Oh yes,” said Ava. “I especially loved the information Jara Kobodi shared about the Chapara plant. I didn’t realize that it could be used to sooth tooth aches.” “Well ladies,” said the Director. “It’s very obvious to me that you are working very hard, and learning a lot.” “Oh, it’s all thanks to Jara Kobodi,” gushed Maria, moving over to the angry woman. “She’s the one who has just brought the subject alive for us.” She reached out and grabbed Jara Kobodi’s hand and began to shake it profusely. “Jara Kobodi,” said the Director. “Your student is trying to thank you. At least you could stand up, and allow her to do it properly.” Jara Kobodi grudgingly stood up, and Maria and Ava both began to practically fawn over her. Liz was getting nauseous watching, until she saw Ava’s hand reach into Jara Kobodi’s pouch and remove something and slip it into her own pocket. “Thank you again, Jara Kobodi,” Maria said. “For all you have done for us. I know we wouldn’t have been half as successful without your support.” She released Jara Kobodi’s hand and she and Ava stepped back to stand with Liz. “Did you want anything else, Sir?” Liz asked the Director. “Yes, actually, I did. Jara Kobodi, if you would excuse us please.” He waited until the instructor left the room, and then turned to Liz. “I want you to know that what I said in the assembly is true, humming is not a treasonous offense, but if I were you, I would be cautious. The student who reported you has a father who works closely with Lord Kivar.” “Sir, I really wasn’t doing anything,” said Liz. “I was just humming. I couldn’t even tell you WHAT I was humming. Why should I be held responsible just because some one’s overworked imagination decided some words on a paper fit the tune I was humming!” Liz’s voice grew louder and louder and she got angrier that Maria could ever remember seeing her. “Lan, Lan, you need to relax,” said Maria, stepping forward and grabbing Liz’s arm. “The Director isn’t your enemy here. He is simply pointing out that you need to be more cautious.” “Exactly,” said the Director, looking relieved at Maria’s intervention. “Now, why don’t the three of you go take some well deserved time off from your studies. If I remember correctly, I believe I’ve seen you in the company of some very handsome young men recently. Ah to be young again. You know, I met my own wife in my first year as a student at the Training Academy. She was a lovely girl. She was in the diplomatic program.” “That’s just so romantic,” said Ava, smiling. “But if we don’t want to lose our boys, we really ought to get going. Thank you for everything, Sir. You’ll never know just how much we appreciate it.” “Good night, ladies,” said the Director. “Enjoy your evening. Keep up the good work, we here at the Training Academy expect great things from you!” Once out in the hall, Liz turned to Maria, laughing. “Were you a bit much, or what?” she asked. “And you were just as bad, Ava. The Chapara plant, come on? I’m telling you both, right here, right now, that your future does NOT lie on the stage!” “Maybe not, but it got me this,” said Maria, pulling the communicator out of Ava’s pocket.” “What are you going to do with that?” asked Liz. “Or don’t I want to know?” “You’ll see,” said Maria. “You’ll see.” <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... iklmoon</A> at: 9/22/04 8:42 pm

Post by **splatty** » Wed Sep 22, 2004 10:44 pm

2 excellent parts. you rock girl. i hope they can prevent the other vilondra from being cloned. there is just way too much vilondra genetic material floating around out there, don't you think? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Roswell Aliens · Post by **Roswell Aliens** » Thu Sep 23, 2004 6:42 pm

Those were great parts, Can't wait to see what else they are going to do. I loved the part about Isabel redecorating the palace.<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap">

Post by **majiklmoon** » Thu Sep 23, 2004 8:38 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Forty-Nine – It’s Party Time  Ava opened the door to the secret tunnel room and was greeted by a round of applause. “All hail the conquering scientists,” shouted Max. “Let’s give them a big round of applause for discovering penicillin!” “Shut up, jerk,” Ava said good-naturedly. “Besides, it wasn’t me, it was your wife. I just went along for the ride!” “That was quite the show for you today,” said Michael. “What happened after? We were starting to get worried.” “We went down to the Director’s office,” said Liz, who by now, had squeezed into the chair that Max was sitting in, “And we heard again about what a great and wonderful thing we did. And then, Maria and Ava went into action. Oh my God, they were too funny!” “I’m afraid to ask,” said Michael, with a groan. “Kyle, you do it.” “Do I have to?” said Kyle. “Maybe the road to enlightenment lies in the not knowing.” “Fine, don’t ask,” said Maria. “Then you’ll never, ever now what happened.” “I’m not a coward,” said Alex. “I’ve survived too many Maria plans to ever show fear again. I’ll ask. What happened next, Maria?” “Well the evil bitch teacher from hell, Jara Kobodi was there, and I went into major suck up mode.” “It was pretty disgusting actually,” said Liz, chiming in. “But then Ava got into the act after some prompting from Maria.” “Which is when I liberated her communicator,” Ava said, proudly. “Liberated?” Kyle asked, weakly. “She lifted it,” said Zan. “The question that remains is why?” “Maria mentioned that she wanted it,” Ava said, simply. “Well that makes all the sense in the world,” said Max. “Of course it does, Max,” said Isabel. “Maria has a plan that involves a communicator. Men,” she added, turning to the other girls, “Just never seem to get it.” “Isabel’s right,” said Maria. “I have a plan, and Alex, I need your help with it.” “Um, remember when I said I survived too many Maria plans to ever show fear again?” asked Alex. “Well, I lied.” “Come on, Alex, it’s a piece of cake,” Maria wheedled. “All I need you to do is make a bunch more of these, and can you upload my song to them, and make it so the ones you make talk to each other, so if I tell one to play, they’ll all play.” “Oh sure,” said Alex, “A real piece of cake. Yeah, I can probably do it, but it’s not going to be a right away thing, that’s for sure.” “No problem,” Maria said, her voice gleeful. “You can have a week.” “So, has Che’koth been here yet?” Liz asked, trying to change the subject before Alex killed Maria with his bare hands. “He was, but it was before any of us got here,” said Zan. He left a message saying to wait for him. He’d be back with some important news at some point tonight.” “Liz,” Ava whispered. “Are you going to tell Max what the Director said?” “No,” Liz whispered back. “He’s got enough to worry about. I want to talk to Che’koth about it first, and get his take on it before I do anything else.” “What are you two whispering about?” Max asked, tugging playfully on Liz’s hair. “Well, it’s like this, see,” said Liz, stalling for time while she came up with an answer. “I was, um, wondering if we had any popcorn in that stash of food. I was thinking we were in serious need of a popcorn party.” “The woman wants a popcorn party,” said Max, standing up, cradling Liz in his arms. “The woman shall have a popcorn party!” He placed Liz back in the chair and went over to the storage container where they kept the food Che’koth had brought back from Earth for them. He rummaged around and held up a box of microwave popcorn. “Your in luck!” he said. “We have plenty.” “Don’t we need a microwave for that?” Maria asked. “We have sorely neglected your education,” said Isabel, grabbing the box from Max’s hand. She opened it up, and removed one of the packages and laid it on the table. She held her hand over it, and within seconds, the sound of popping filled the room. “That smells so good,” said Liz, across the room. “What other goodies do we have?” She jumped up and ran to the storage container and pulled out cans of soda, several bags of chips, and some salsa. “Oh goodie,” she exclaimed, like a child. “We get to have a party.” Within minutes, all of the teens were munching on food, laughing and talking. Maria grabbed a cd, and soon the sound of music filled the room as well. “Oh no, the Kit-Shickers cd!” moaned Kyle. “Make it go away, please!” “They’re not too bad,” said Maria. “Not great, but not horrible. Not by a long shot.” “Hey, look at this,” said Alex, reading the liner notes. “Dedicated to my one and only Amy. Awe, isn’t that sweet.” “Shut up, Alex!” Kyle and Maria said, simultaneously while the rest of the room laughed. Che’koth stood in the tunnel, hidden from view, listening to the sounds of laughter that filled the room. It pleased him to hear the sounds of his children laughing and enjoying themselves so much. There had not been enough of that in their lives, nor in their previous lives. He moved forward several steps so that he could see into the room, but still remain hidden from view in the shadows. He watched Max pull Liz down into his lap, causing her bag of popcorn to fly out of her hands and land on the floor. She laughed and swatted his arm, playfully. His son had indeed chosen well. Across the room, Isabel laughed at something Alex said, and the sound of his laughter filled his heart with joy. She looked so much like her mother that it took his breath away. Che’koth moved back further into the shadows, wanting to delay the conversation that he knew would cause his precious daughter so much pain. Maria danced across the room, momentarily blocking his view of Isabel, and he smiled as he watched the carefree sprite. She was so alive, so impetuous, she was perfect for his very stoic, yet hot headed nephew. He smiled to himself as he remembered Rath as a child, so willing to throw himself into any cause. It saddened him, however to realize that Michael would never be as carefree as his fun loving nephew Rath. Rath had grown up surrounded by the love that Michael had been denied, and it colored his disposition very much. Ava waved a bag of chips in front of Kyle, pulling them out of reach every time he grabbed at them. Finally, he gave in and pulled Ava into his lap. Che’koth laughed silently, enjoying the playful nature of his niece. She resembled his late sister so much! And Zan; his other son. How ironic that both pods should reach their full gestation period. And contrary to their earlier beliefs, the scientists ruled by Kivar were not able to taint either embryo of his son. He was so much like Max, and yet so different. It boggled the mind to see that the way a child was raised would have so much influence on them. He watched, a few minutes longer, unwilling to end the happy and relaxing time the young people were enjoying themselves. How he wished he could reveal his true identity to them. He longed to hear his children call him Father again. But it was so much safer for all of them this way. Finally, he knew he could delay no longer, and he stepped out of the shadows and into the small room. “Che’koth!” Max called over the music. “Popcorn?” “No thank you, Majesty,” Che’koth answered with a slight grin. “I think not.” “Do you have some news for us?” Max asked, noting the worried expression that Che’koth’s grin didn’t cover. “I’m afraid that I do,” he answered. “Why don’t you ever show up with happy news?” asked Kyle. He reached over and tapped Maria on the shoulder and grabbed the Kit-Shickers cd out of her hand. “Party time’s over. We’re back to saving the world.” “Well, I do have some good news,” said Che’koth. “It’s just that the bad news outweighs the good news. “Like there’s a surprise,” said Alex. “Well, the girl who is trying to make trouble for Liz has a father that works closely with Kivar,” said Che’koth. “I’m guessing that’s the bad news,” said Max. “Actually, no, that’s the good news,” said Che’koth. “He’s loyal to King Zan, and he won’t do anything with the information his daughter is sure to bring him.” Liz smiled in relief. Now she wouldn’t have to worry Max at all. “I was also able to track down the man with the jewelry cart,” said Che’koth, and make complete restitution to him. “Look, Che’koth,” said Ava. “That was all my fault, I’ll find a way to pay you back, somehow. I promise.” Che’koth closed his eyes as an image of his small niece giving away all her belongings to those less fortunate flashed through his mind. “There is no need,” he said, quietly. “We also have some of our scientist working on modifying more of the Trideka as well,” he added. “Yeah, not wanting to sound stupid or anything,” said Kyle. “But why didn’t you guys ever do that on your own. I mean, no offense to Liz and Alex, but if they could do it, why couldn’t you guys?” “Simple, we didn’t have a sample of platinum to use. The only way for us to get back to Earth was to use the Granolith, and only you could activate it. And after you activated it, there was so much going on with all of you, I never really thought about asking you for a sample of platinum to bring back here.” “Okay,” said Michael. “We’ve had good news, and more good news. This leads me to believe the bad news is going to be big.” “I’m afraid it is,” said Che’koth. “I found out about the Vilondra that Kivar has in the castle.” “I’m not going to like this very much, am I?” Isabel asked faintly. Alex slipped his arm around her, and held her tightly, while Maria, Liz and Ava closed ranks around her as if to shield her from Che’koth’s news. Che’koth nodded imperceptibly, pleased to see the way Alex instinctively thought to protect his wife. “No, Princess, I’m afraid you will not. It seems as though Kivar was able to steal some of the genetic material used to create you. He has had a team of scientists working feverishly to create another Vilondra. He finally succeeded, but only to a point. His clone has some serious defects, including the inability to speak, and to think for herself. At this point, he has been successful at passing her off as just being quiet and shy since her family died, but people are beginning to question that.” “But,” said Zan. “But, he is very close to creating another Vilondra, and if all goes well, this one will be able to speak. I’m not to sure if he’s going to want her to have independent thoughts,” said Che’koth. “Both you, and the original Vilondra are very independent people.” “You were right, I didn’t like that news very much,” said Isabel. “I don’t know if I can kill someone that looks exactly like me.” “I can,” said Alex, grimly. “I did it before, and I’ll do it again. I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... iklmoon</A> at: 9/23/04 9:47 pm

Post by **splatty** » Thu Sep 23, 2004 11:29 pm

OK you pulled a fast one on us. Now my feedback to parts 47 and 48 make no sense. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> I'm glad you snuck in a new 48 though. I liked that scene ever so much! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> Go Liz, Maria, and Ava! Imagine, Liz, calming Maria down. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Chelbert · Post by **Chelbert** » Fri Sep 24, 2004 12:30 am

Liz was right that scene with Maria and Ava was truly barf worthy Isabel needs to really get over it it's war kill or be killed. Alex cracks me up though

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Sep 24, 2004 9:37 am

<blockquote>Quote:<hr>OK you pulled a fast one on us. Now my feedback to parts 47 and 48 make no sense. I'm glad you snuck in a new 48 though. I liked that scene ever so much! <hr></blockquote> that's because I posted pt 49 by mistake the other night. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/doh.gif ALT=":doh"> me. I was editing that part and posted it by mistake <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Sep 24, 2004 9:10 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Fifty - The Secret is Out  The Aberjani training room slowly filled as the soldiers and the trainee’s filed in, one by one. There were no chairs in the dimly lit room, and the Aberjani lined up in rows, facing the darkened podium. Max stood quietly, feeling the waves of nervousness pouring off the soldiers around him. If I can feel this, he thought to himself. What’s happening to poor Kyle? He leaned forward slightly and looked down the line, trying to focus until Kyle came into vision. Even in the dim light, Max could see Kyle shaking slightly, and his lips were moving as he formed silent words. Max shifted a bit more, and he saw Michael step out of line and shove himself in beside Kyle. Michael leaned down and whispered something to Kyle, and Max could see some of the tension leave his body. Max stepped back into position, smiling to himself. Who’d have thought Michael would ever be the one to give Kyle comfort. A movement at the front of the room grabbed his attention, and Max focused on the shadowy figures that were standing on the raised platform. Two pencil thin lights came on, focusing down on the platform, bringing General Kobodi into view, and next to him was Kivar! Max stared at him, and feelings of hatred rose up inside of him, threatening to spill out. Stealing a page from Kyle’s book, Max forced himself to focus on a stream he camped at once with his father. In his mind, he watched a small golden leaf float down the stream, and his feelings of rage subsided, slightly. “Soldiers of Lord Kivar!” shouted General Kobodi. “It is time for you to move forward to the next stage of your training. Soon you will swear complete and total allegiance to Lord Kivar. You will protect and defend him with your life. All hail Lord Kivar!” “All hail Lord Kivar!” came the shout from many of the Aberjani, but Max noticed that most of the students looked confused and said nothing. The trideka, he thought. It’s working, but it’s going to get them killed unless they play along. “Say it,” he hissed to the Aberjani trainees on either side of him. “Even if you don’t mean it, just say it. Get the word out.” Max felt his body sag in relief as the Aberjani on either side of him realized what he said made sense, and passed the word on. A swift perusal of the room showed him that Michael, Kyle and Zan had all realized the same thing, and were spreading the word as well. Suddenly a low chanting filled the room; growing louder and louder. “All hail Lord Kivar, all hail Lord Kivar!” “Lord Kivar has come here today to see if you are worthy to serve him, and this is how you react?” screamed General Kobodi. “You are not fit to wipe his boots! You will be lucky to be chosen to serve Lord Kivar.” “All hail Lord Kivar, All hail Lord Kivar!” The chants filled the room growing louder and louder. “Silence!” roared General Kobodi. He and Kivar walked off of the platform, and exited the room, followed by the other Aberjani, leaving only the trainees in the room. As soon as the door closed, flashing lights filled the room, highlighting pictures of Kivar, and a piercing whistle began, causing many of the Aberjani, as well as most of the trainees to cover their ears and fall to their knees screaming. A movement up near the ceiling caught Max’s eye, and he realized there was a small observation window, looking down on all of them. Squinting, he was able to make out the figures of Kivar and Kobodi, staring down at them. He felt a pushing at his mind, felt a voice telling him to stand up and show his support of Kivar. Max forced himself to ignore the lights, and the noise, and stood up. “Long live Lord Kivar! Kivar forever!” he shouted. One by one, the other Aberjani trainees dragged themselves to their feet, following Max’s example. As soon as they all stood and were chanting, the lights dimmed, and the incessant screaming of the whistle ended, leaving the room in silence. The door opened, and Kobodi and Kivar walked back in. “That is better,” said Kobodi. “What do you have to say for yourselves?” “We follow Lord Kivar,” the trainees intoned. “We live and die for Kivar. All hail Lord Kivar.” “We will meet again tomorrow at this time,” said Kobodi. He turned and followed Kivar from the room, slamming the door behind them. “What the hell was that?” one of the trainees asked Max. Max said nothing, only giving a small shake of his head to indicate that this was neither the time, nor the place for that particular conversation. One by one, the trainees filed out of the room, and made their way to the student common area. After making sure that they were unobserved, the trainee who had spoken to Max earlier, grabbed him and shoved him against the wall. “Are you going to tell me now, what that was all about?” he yelled. “Are you going to keep your voice down?” said Max, “Or are you trying to get us all killed?” “I want some answers,” said the trainee. “And you’re assuming that I have them?” asked Max, stalling for time. “Didn’t you feel it?” asked Zan, moving to stand beside Max. “They were mind warping us, but I guess we were powerful enough to throw it off.” “They weren’t mind warping us,” said the trainee, who’s name was Quor`toth. “Mind warping is illegal. Lord Kivar declared it. He said it was a tool used only by the royal family to guarantee our submission.” He stopped, and Max could see the memories rushing back to him. “But that’s not right. The royal family were the ones who declared that the use of mind control was to be seriously monitored. It was one of the things King Daronian, and later his son, King Zan both felt very strongly about. It wasn’t the royal family that used mind control to rule is. It’s Lord Kivar!” “Keep your voice down,” said Zan. “Do you want them to know that we’ve figured that out?” “No,” said Quor`toth.” “It’s probably not safe for us to talk here. We should probably head outside if we’re going to keep discussing this,” added Michael, as he and Kyle moved forward to stand beside Max and Zan. “The courtyard of the Training Academy?” suggested another student. “If anybody asks, we can act like we’re out there to train.” “Good idea,” said Max. “Let’s go now, and we’ll see what we can figure out.” The Aberjani trainees moved outside to the courtyard, and lined up as if they were working out. As they moved, they discussed what had happened in the room with Kobodi.” “I think you’re all wrong,” said one. “I didn’t feel anything. Kivar is our true leader, and the royal family tried to oppress us.” Kyle slid over next to the trainee and quickly checked to see if he was wearing any of the jewelry from Me’noyith’s cart. His neck, ears, wrists and fingers were bare. Thinking fast, Kyle removed a platinum band he wore around his wrist. He grabbed the other trainee’s hand and quickly shoved it onto his wrist.” “Hey, what the hell are you doing?” the student shouted. Kyle quickly shifted his weight, and knocked the student’s leg out from under him, causing him to fall. “A new fighting technique,” Kyle explained. “Oh, it’s,” began the student. Kyle watched as the mind warps became clear in the student’s mind and stepped back. “Do you see it now?” he asked. “What did you do?” the student asked. “How did you do that?” “There is a property in this metal that blocks the energy waves used in the mind control. I don’t know how it works, but it does.” “How do we know this isn’t just another form of mind control?” asked another of the trainees. “How can we be certain you aren’t trying to mind warp us.” “You felt what Kobodi was trying to do to you. You could feel it pushing on your mind,” explained Max. “Does it feel like that now?” “No,” said Quor`toth. “In fact, my mind feels clearer than it ever has before.” “We need you to swear that you won’t reveal this to anyone,” said Michael. “We need to know we can trust you. “We can’t afford to be innocent,” said Quor`toth. “Stand up and face the enemy. Kivar is our enemy!” “Do you all agree?” Max asked. One by one, the students agreed to keep the secrets revealed to them by Max and the others. They were all anxious to help, and wanted to know what they could do. “Right now, nothing,” said Max. “Continue as if nothing has happened, and don’t tell anybody. You’ll know when things start to happen, I promise you, and you’ll know exactly what to do.” <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Post by **Ti88** » Fri Sep 24, 2004 11:50 pm

girl i don't come on line for a couple of days and wham you have a posting marathon with this story. wow. these parts were great. oh yeah i ws right it's a clone. i love alex. maria and her plans are great. ava is a pick pocket. and he really is their father and uncle awesome. i wander if he can kill a dupe violandra. yes the enviroment does have an impact on you and how you turn out. but maria will help michael. so the jig is up. things are starting to come together. again awesome parts. Roselle The Techie Connection "'Cause frankly, looking at you looking like me is kinda whacked.'" - Michael from Son of M&M by kLyn "If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow, we aren't really living." -Gail Sheehy Egyptain Dwelling Silly Sister

Post by **splatty** » Sat Sep 25, 2004 1:56 pm

<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> yay, the trainees are being turned! it seemed a little easy, but i hope they can all be trusted. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif ALT=":)"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sat Sep 25, 2004 10:53 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Chapter Fifty – One –  Plans Revealed Alex sat staring at the row of communicators on the table. Sometimes, he amazed even himself. Instead of the week Maria had given him, he made the communicators in a day. Uploading the song was simple too. The hardest task was getting them to ‘talk to each other,’ as Maria had put it, but he even managed to do that. “Damn, I [ good,” he said to the empty room. Learning from his last work session in the lab, Alex quickly gathered up the communicators and stuffed them into a bag. Not a moment too soon, he thought when there was a knock on the door. “Enter!” he shouted. Alex turned to see who it was, and was not very surprised to see Na’grat walk in. “I want to know everything,” said Na’grat. “You used mind control on me, but you did it to protect me. Lord Kivar has always told us that he was the one that outlawed mind control, but I know that it isn’t true. HE is the one who is using it to control all of us and make us forget all the wonderful things King Zan was working towards. Why am I remembering all of this now? What’s happening to me?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” bluffed Alex. “Don’t do that,” said Na’grat. “Don’t lie to me. We’ve had enough of that from Kivar.” “Okay, did anything strange happen yesterday in the market place?” asked Alex. “You mean other than your trying to mind control me?” asked Na’grat. “No, we saw all that stuff in the market place, and you mind warped me, and that was it. Oh, wait,” Na’grat said, suddenly. “Some crazy man was giving away all the jewelry on his cart. I took a necklace for my little sister. See, here it is,” he reached under his collar and used one finger to lift up necklace around his neck.” “Take it off for a second,” said Alex. Na’grat complied, and handed the necklace to Alex. As soon as he did, his face went blank for a minute, and Alex could tell the mind warp was taking effect again. “Here, put this back on,” he said, handing the necklace back to Na’grat. The Antarian boy settled the chain around his neck, and his expression cleared, almost at once. “It’s amazing,” he whispered. “The necklace has the power to stop the mind control. How can this be?” “Don’t ask, don’t tell, that’s my motto,” said Alex. “Well, mine and the United States Navy.” “Something is going on, and I want to be a part of it,” said Na’grat. “Look, Na’grat, can you just trust me on this. Sit tight. As soon as I know something I’ll tell you, I promise.” “Do you swear on the throne of King Zan?” demanded Na’grat. Alex got a visual image of him kneeling down before the toilet in Max’s house and swearing. He tried to stifle the smile before looking Na’grat straight in the eyes. “Yes, I swear,” he said. “Fine, then I will leave you, for now, but I won’t forget your promise.” “I never thought you would,” Alex said to Na’grat’s retreating back. After Na’grat left, Alex pulled out the weapon he was working on for the Aberjani. He picked up a small tool, and began to make a minor adjustment, while thousands of thoughts crowded his head. When the adjustment was finished, Alex picked up the weapon and looked through the site, while his finger rested on the trigger mechanism. He pictured Kivar standing in front of him, and pulled back on the trigger and smiled when the weapon gave a satisfying click. Alex reached over to put the weapon down when he was stuck with a sudden burst of inspiration. He looked through the site again, and noticed exactly where his hands touched the metal, and at his finger, resting on the trigger. I’ve got it, he thought. It’s perfect, and so simple. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it until now? Excited, he put the weapon back on the shelf, and ran out of the lab. That night, in the tunnel room, the group met anxiously, and everyone had a story to share about the student that had come out of the mind warp. “The thing I’m wondering about,” said Alex, “Is when I took Na’grat’s chain away, he was acting like he was mind warped again. Does that mean Kivar has people doing this full time, or something?” “He may,” said Max. “And we found out today that it’s possible to mind warp from a distance. Kobodi and Kivar did it today. They were in a small observation room, watching us, and throwing out mind warps like there was no tomorrow.” “We should probably check with Che’koth about that,” said Zan. “Yeah, and I need to get a supply of trideka from him as well,” said Alex. “I had this positively brilliant idea earlier, but I need the trideka to make it work.” “Gee Alex, I wish you wouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” said Maria. “You shouldn’t be so critical of your ideas.” “Play nice, Maria, or I won’t give you the present I have for you,” said Alex, dangling the bag of communicators front of her. “Presents for me?” asked Maria, clapping her hands together like a small child. “Oh goody. What did you get me?” “Michael, your wife is very, very weird,” said Alex, tossing the bag to Maria. “Alex,” said Maria after she opened the bag. “I can’t believe you finished this already. You are such an over achiever.” “Do we get to hear your fantastic plan now?” asked Kyle. “Hey, what about my fantastic plan?” asked Alex, pretending to be offended. “Alex, we know your plan really is going to be fantastic,” said Kyle, “So we can wait on it for a few minutes. Maria’s plan, on the other hand, is probably going to need a lot of work, so we should get started on it right away.” He ducked as various items from around the room came flying in his direction, thrown by the female members of the group. “Hey, I was only kidding,” he said. “Seriously, I do want to hear what you have planned, Maria.” “Shut up, Son of Kit-Shicker,” said Maria. “Or I’ll have my husband hurt you.” “Don’t bring me into this,” said Michael. “You I’ll punish another way,” said Maria, giving Michael a pointed look. “Oh,” said Michael, when he realized what she meant. “Watch it Kyle, or I’ll have to kill you.” “Okay, what I’m thinking is this,” said Maria. “We have these communicators, loaded with our song. We each have one to carry, and I want each one of us to place another in a strategic spot, around town, in the Training Academy, in the palace, you get the idea. Oh, yeah, and I’m going to return Jara Kobodi’s to her, personally. When the time comes that we decide to move forward, I’ll program the communicators to go into loudspeaker mode and start broadcasting the song all over the city. People are already starting to make a connection to the song, and the royal family. I think once they hear it playing, it will send them into a frenzy,” she finished. “It’s a good plan,” said Kyle. “Simple, effective, and very little danger at all. It’s my kind of plan.” “Oh yea! We have the Kyle Valenti seal of approval,” Maria said, dryly. “My life is now complete. “Now that I’ve fulfilled Maria, let’s move on to Alex,” said Kyle, before he realized how totally wrong his statement sounded. The group exploded with laughter, and Kyle’s face flushed a dull red when he realized what he said. “Shut up,” he said, “You know what I mean.” “Valenti, you are such a geek,” said Zan, slapping him on the back. “Alex, what’s your plan?” “Well, I was thinking, passing out free jewelry is great way to get the modified trideka on the students, and maybe some of the adults, but I’m thinking that the Aberjani aren’t big fashion mavens and don’t wear jewelry.” “You’re right,” said Zan. “Once you’re a full fledged member of the Aberjani, you have to adhere to a strict dress code. Jewelry is NOTa part of the dress code.” “That’s what I figured,” said Alex. “So anyhow, I was working on that stupid weapon Kivar wants, and I started thinking, why not load the grips, and the trigger mechanism with the modified trideka?” “Alex, that is brilliant,” said Max, looking at his friend in awe. “Maria, don’t get me wrong, your plan is fantastic, and will really spur the people on to action, but Alex, oh my God. You’ve found a way to bring down a large number of the Aberjani. “Alex Whitman, have I ever told you how much I love you,” said Maria, squeezing his cheeks. “Max is right, my plan is great; no doubt about it, but yours is sneaky and subversive and totally awesome. Mine is a more in your face plan.” “That is because you are an in your face kind of girl,” said Che’koth from the tunnel entrance. “You know it, babe,” said Maria, with a cheerful grin. “So what brings you to our humble, well, room. News, food, an overwhelming desire to just hang with us?” “All of the above,” said Che’koth. He removed a bundle from his back and set it on the floor, and all kinds of food spilled out. “Ewww, what’s this?” asked Maria, holding up a misshapen plastic container. She opened it up and screamed in delight. “Mom sent spaghetti sauce!” she shouted. “Please, please, please tell me you have some pasta in there too, or at least a loaf of bread to dunk.” “Would this be what you’re looking for?” asked Michael, holding up another large plastic container. “Forget the news, lets eat!” said Maria. She rummaged through Che’koth’s bundle and found that that their parents hadn’t sent any plates, or cutlery. “Oh hell, now what?” she said. “Maybe this will help,” Che’koth said with a grin. He went back into the tunnel and came back with another small bundle. “I stopped at the café got some utensils and things. I was also instructed to guard this with my life.” He rummaged through the large bundle and pulled out a long loaf of Italian bread, and another container. Maria squealed and grabbed the container and opened it. She grabbed the loaf of bread and a knife and sliced the bread. “Isabel, heat the sauce. Michael, warm the pasta. Liz, start giving everyone plates. Alex, your in charge of silverware.” She poured the contents of the container onto the bread, and spread it with the knife. She put the bread on the table, and passed her hand over it, and it turned a toasted crispy brown.” “Are we positively sure that Maria and Isabel aren’t related somehow?” Kyle asked Michael. “I’m seeing a disturbing resemblance to the Christmas Nazi in her.” “I heard that, Kyle,” said Maria. “Now, shut up, sit down and eat, and there will be no talk of anything negative during this wonderful Italian meal!” “Majesty,” said Che’koth, taking a seat next to Max. “I think it is very lucky that Maria is on your side. If she keeps acting like this, I fear that your General may soon be out of a job.” <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Post by **splatty** » Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:31 pm

That part was hysterical! I'd start quoting, but then I'd have to cut and paste everything! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> I'm so glad the plans are getting together. There will be ass kicking soon! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sun Sep 26, 2004 9:27 am

It's okay, Splatty, I'll quote <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif ALT=":)"> <blockquote>Quote:<hr>“Don’t ask, don’t tell, that’s my motto,” said Alex. “Well, mine and the United States Navy.”<hr></blockquote> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> OMG <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> and let's not foret <blockquote>Quote:<hr>Alex got a visual image of him kneeling down before the toilet in Max’s house and swearing.<hr></blockquote> You are too funny, and you are so great at really weaving the humor in around the serious stuff. <blockquote>Quote:<hr>“Hey, I was only kidding,” he said. “Seriously, I do want to hear what you have planned, Maria.” “Shut up, Son of Kit-Shicker,” said Maria. “Or I’ll have my husband hurt you.” “Don’t bring me into this,” said Michael. “You I’ll punish another way,” said Maria, giving Michael a pointed look.<hr></blockquote> OMG, I'm dying here! <blockquote>Quote:<hr>Now that I’ve fulfilled Maria, let’s move on to Alex,” said Kyle, before he realized how totally wrong his statement sounded.<hr></blockquote> Poor Kyle, file that under opoen mouth and insert foot <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <blockquote>Quote:<hr>“Are we positively sure that Maria and Isabel aren’t related somehow?” Kyle asked Michael. “I’m seeing a disturbing resemblance to the Christmas Nazi in her.”<hr></blockquote> The pasta Nazi? <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> and you even have Che'koth getting into the humor act <blockquote>Quote:<hr>“Majesty,” said Che’koth, taking a seat next to Max. “I think it is very lucky that Maria is on your side. If she keeps acting like this, I fear that your General may soon be out of a job.” <hr></blockquote> Okay, I LOVED this chapter, there was some serious important stuff in it, but you couched it in such a humorous way. It was perfect. Waiting anxiously for the NEXT update, please!!!!!!

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sun Sep 26, 2004 7:12 pm

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released. Chapter Fifty – Two – Operation Invincible  “Say, this is pretty good,” said Zan, reaching for another piece of garlic bread. “So anyhow, I was thinking. This is a really big planet, right? And we’re focusing all our efforts here in this one place. Is this the only city that Kivar took over?” “Hey!” said Maria, sharply. “I said none of that during dinner!” “Be reasonable, Maria. How can we not talk about it? It’s the reason we’re here,” said Michael. “I know, I know. I just wanted to be normal for a while,” Maria said. “Trust me, Maria,” said Kyle. “You are not now, nor have you ever been what anybody could call normal.” “True,” said Maria, proudly. “Fine, carry on your soldier conversations,” she continued. “Just don’t expect me to participate.” The others smiled at the thought of Maria staying out of any conversation for very long. Zan repeated his earlier comments, and they all looked to Che’koth for an answer. “You know,” he said with a sigh. “A lot of the questions you ask can be found in your memories, if only you would access them.” “But they’re so painful,” said Isabel. “Che’koth, I saw how I died. It was terrible. I don’t want any of the others to have to see anything like that.” “Maybe they need to. Maybe you all need to,” said Che’koth, his voice firmer than any of them had ever heard before. “You have to face what you fear, or it will control you. Is that what you want, any of you? But to answer your question, Zan, Kivar rules the whole planet, as did the royal family before they were overthrown.” “Shit,” said Max, banging the table forcefully. “We’ve only been focusing our energies here. We probably should have split up and gone to all the major cities around the planet.” “No!” said Liz. “Max, you’re wrong. We need to be here. All of us need to be here. This is where Kivar is. He is the direct threat to us, and our families back home. Remember them. They’re why we came. It isn’t about saving Antar, at least it wasn’t when we came here. It was about protecting our families from the threat of the Aberjani. Remember Fred? He died just because he was our friend. What do you think those bastards will do to our families if they ever get near them? And what about Jose? He’s dead too.” Max turned to Liz and put his arm around her, trying to comfort her, but she shook him off. “Liz, stop it,” said Max, grabbing her by the arm. “I know why we’re here, and I’ll never, in a million years, forget about Fred, or Jose. But I think you’re forgetting that to effectively take the danger off of our families, we don’t have any choice but to destroy Kivar. Liz, come on, it’s not like I’m saying we’re going to stay here and rule for a thousand years or whatever. I just want to stop that bastard from ever hurting anybody I care about again.” “If I may interrupt,” said Che’koth. “I took the liberty of notifying our forces in all the major cities and strategic outposts of our plans. Everything that has been happening here has happened out there, including the posters with the handprints and the songs. We’re a little behind on modifying the trideka, but slowly but surely, that’s getting out there as well.” “I should have thought of doing that,” said Max. “I don’t know where my head was.” “Max, don’t be so hard on yourself,” said Che’koth. “You, all of you, have done remarkably well. Your plans have been well thought out, and well executed. You’ve been incredibly successful to date, and I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t continue to carry on exactly the way you have.” “No, there’s no excuse,” said Max, bowing his head. “It’s no wonder Kivar managed to overthrow my throne before. Obviously, I’m not capable of managing it.” “Stop it, now!” roared Che’koth. “You were an excellent king, and your only fault was that you wanted so much to make your world even better than it was. Do you honestly think your father would have allowed you to take the throne if he didn’t think you were worthy?” “What do you mean, allow him to take the throne?” asked a puzzled Isabel. “Wouldn’t he have to die for Max, I mean Zan to take the throne?” “Not at all,” said Che’koth. “Your father was ready to step down, which is a perfectly acceptable practice. It allowed Zan to take the throne, but the King remained as consul for him.” “Well, where is he?” demanded Isabel. “What happened to him, and to our mother? Were they killed in the uprising?” “Nobody knows,” Che’koth lied. “The King disappeared one day, shortly before the uprising took place. His body was never found.” “And our mother?” Max asked softly, reaching across the table to hold Isabel’s hand. “She is in hiding,” explained Che’koth. “Nobody knows where she is. She worked closely with the science team that spearheaded the cloning program that helped to create you, but once the ship was sent to Earth, she dropped from site.” “Do – do you know where she is?” Zan asked. At Zan’s question, Max turned to look at him, and was shocked to see the glimmer of unshed tears in Zan’s eyes. “No, but even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you,” said Che’koth. “Kivar has a bounty on her head. She was a very beautiful woman. She looks much like Isabel normally does. For a long time, after the bounty was announced, every beautiful blond woman was suspect.” “So they could both be alive or dead, and we’ll never know?” asked Max. “You never know what the future will hold?” Che’koth said cryptically. Something in his voice aroused Liz’s suspicion, and she turned her head quickly to look at Che’koth, and was shocked by the love she saw in his eyes while he looked at Max. “Well, not to sound like that evil mind warping hell beast we called Tess, but what do we do now, Max?” asked Isabel, trying to change the subject. “I have an idea,” said Liz, suddenly. “But I’ll need Che’koth to help me. Max, remember when we go to school this fall. All the fraternities and sororities that were pledging had huge sheets hanging from their houses with signs painted on them?” “Yeah, I’m with you, I think,” said Max. “Go on.” “Why can’t we make something like that, but on a bigger scale?” “Bigger?” asked Michael, “How much bigger?” “Big enough to hang from the palace roof,” said Liz with a grin. “Che’koth, that’s where you and your people would come in, but I want to be there when it goes up.” “It will be very dangerous,” Che’koth said to Liz, hoping to dissuade her. It wasn’t that he didn’t think Liz was up to that type of mission, but something in her eyes made him very wary. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I can take care of myself.” “Liz,” Max interjected. “There’s just one thing. Something like that will really cause an uproar. I’m kind of thinking maybe we should save it for when we’re ready to cause an all out war.” “Yeah, you might be right,” she agreed, and watched, as Che’koth seemed to visibly sag with relief. “But I still have a few things I need to discuss with Che’koth, and I think tonight would be a good time to do it. So I’ll tell you what, Maria, don’t you have some other inflammatory song snippet to share? I’ll work with Che’koth’s group tonight to get them printed and posted.” “Yeah, I was thinking,” said Maria. “Iz, what did you burn into the throne room floor, again?” “And with the power of conviction, there is no sacrifice. It's a do or die situation, we will be invincible,” said Isabel. “Perfect. That’s what we need to get out to the people next. And Alex, can you make me one more communicator?” Maria asked. “Yeah, but why? You weren’t happy with the twenty or so that I already made?” “Jerk. Of course I’m happy. I’m ecstatic, even, but I want to give on to Che’koth, so his people can make copies to send out to all the other rebel groups.” “What did I tell you,” said Che’koth, leaning closer to Max. “Michael better watch out, or she’ll be taking his place as second in command. Of course, if she’s not interested in the job, I think your wife could fill the position as well.” The group strategized for a while longer, drawing up a tentative schedule and battle plans. Max passed copies to everyone and stood before the group, a true leader at last. “Any questions?” he asked. When nobody responded he continued. “I want all of you to go over this again and again. Draw up every possible scenario you can. We need to think of every possible thing that can happen, or go wrong. Tomorrow, we’ll meet back here, and go over everything together. Then I want to make up a time line and set everything into motion. Any questions?” Everyone shook their heads, and Max smiled. “Okay then, Che’koth, I want this sent out to everyone in your organization. In our organization. Operation Invincible began today! Antar will be free again!” <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center> Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... iklmoon</A> at: 9/26/04 8:27 pm

Post by **splatty** » Sun Sep 26, 2004 9:44 pm

<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> yay! let the ass kicking begin! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <div style="text-align:center"> I used to have the longing to hear what was in your heart. But now it seems I'm over the fear of this falling apart.</div>

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Mon Sep 27, 2004 1:49 am

Oh, yeah! Operation Invincible has begun! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> I got a kick out of Maria lifting Jara Kobodi's communicator and programming it to transmit the song. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> And the crack about "Don't Ask Don't Tell" being the Navy and Alex's motto broke me up! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> Going back a couple of chapters, the part about Isabel "redecorating" the palace and how Kivar reacted when he saw it had me ROTFLMAO <blockquote>Quote:<hr>show support of the Royal Family. It seems, also, that someone,” he looked directly at Isabel, “Managed to get into the throne room in the palace and did a little redecorating. Kivar was most unhappy when he found it.” “Oh, that,” said Isabel, blushing faintly. “I meant to tell you all about that, I just kind of forgot, that’s all.” “Isabel, what did you do?” Ava asked, smothering a laugh with her hand. “Well, I may have burned a phrase or two from the song into the floor, and on the walls, and the ceiling,” said Isabel. “And etched colored orbs and handprints into the glass so that when the sun shines in the windows, they are reflected all over the room,” added Che’koth. “Well, the room was looking really boring,” Isabel said. “I just wanted to liven it up.”<hr></blockquote> It's lucky that Varonia's father is a patriot of the royals. But that Varonia is a little bee-itch, isn't she? Lucky, too, that the director didn't put any credence on humming, etc. being subversive. I agree with the others that all the fauning over Jara Kobodi was getting just a little bit nauseating <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> Until Maria lifted her communicator. I knew there had to be a reason. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> Great parts, Tracie, as always! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ...   Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>

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