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

Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Sep 27, 2004 8:53 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-Three – Chaos  “Are you sure you want to do this?” Che’koth asked Liz after the others left the room. “We need to talk,” said Liz. “Majesty, I’m going to ask you again,” said Che’koth. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He looked at her, and Liz saw pain, love, and loss in his eyes. “I think I need to,” she said, softly. “Do you?” “If I ask, will you tell me the truth?” “I have never, nor will I ever lie to you, Liz. I won’t lie to any of you. But, let me ask you this. Do you think the others are capable of dealing with the answers right now? And if they are not, are you capable of keeping the truth from them?” Liz thought hard about what she suspected, and how the information would affect Max and Isabel. “May I ask you two questions, Che’koth?” “Majesty, you know I can deny you nothing,” Che’koth answered with a sad grin, afraid at what her questions would be. “Okay then, my first question. Is this your true appearance?” Liz asked. Che’koth was puzzled at the seemingly innocuous question, but he answered her truthfully. “No, Liz, it is not,” he said. “Will you please show me what you really look like?” she asked. Che’koth smiled broadly at her second question and passed his hand across his face. Liz looked at him, and smiled, and he waved his hand over his face again and returned to his original appearance. “Thank you,” Liz said, quietly. “Now, let’s get to work.” Liz and Che’koth worked tirelessly through the night, along side the other resistance fighters. They plastered the city with posters that had not only the excerpt from the song, but each poster also bared the images of Max, Isabel, Michael and Ava, standing with their fists upraised. “Do you think that is wise?” Che’koth asked. “Probably not,” admitted Liz, “But we need to get moving on this. I want to get people really talking, and I think this will do it.” “Talking, they’re going to be in an uproar when they see these,” laughed. “Do you think it’s too much?” Liz asked, suddenly worried. “Do you think they look too much like Ma’nith, Isadra, Mesch and Atara?” “No, they look exactly like Max, Isabel, Michael and Ava, and nothing like the persona’s they’ve adopted here on Antar,” said Che’koth. “It is a wise move, and one I would have made myself.” “Che’koth, all this time, you’ve never once told us what to do, or how to do it. I mean, you’ve given us suggestions,” said Liz, “But never once have you said that we should do it this way, or that way. Why?” “All of you Liz, are leaders, and true leaders can’t be told how to lead. They can be show the way, but whether they chose that way is always up to them. How successful do you think I would have been had I told you what to do?” “Not very,” Liz admitted. “It’s just that sometimes,” “Sometimes it would be nice to have an adult tell you what to do,” said Che’koth. “Exactly,” Liz said. “Well then, I promise you, if you ever stay up past your bedtime, I’ll tell you to go to bed, but other than that, you’re on your own. Now, can you get the rest of these put up in the Training Academy?” Che’koth asked, pointing to a stack of flyers. “I don’t think it will be a problem, especially since Max and probably Maria will be waiting for me to get back,” said Liz. “They’re good friends,” said Che’koth. “The best,” Liz answered. “Be safe, little one,” said Che’koth at the entrance of the tunnel. He pressed a kiss on her head, and watched as she ran down the dark expanse of the tunnel, the flyers under her arm.” “I don’t think I want to go in there,” Liz said to Ava outside the entrance to the dining hall. “It sounds like a madhouse in there.” “Liz, those pictures were a stroke of genius,” Ava said, propelling Liz through the door. “That, coupled with the trideka breaking all the mind warps ought to really have people talking.” “Ava, that’s not talking in there, that’s screaming,” said Liz, her expression worried. “Yeah well, screaming or not, I’m hungry, lets go get something to eat,” said Ava. She linked her arm through Liz’s, and dragged her into the dining hall. They entered the room to find that total chaos had broken out. Students were screaming and throwing things across the dining hall. Everywhere the two girls turned, people waved posters. “Did you really make that many of them?” Ava asked. “No, I didn’t,” said a shocked Liz. “Oh my God, they must be making their own. Ava, maybe this was a mistake, a huge, giant mistake.” “It was no mistake,” Ava said, her voice filled with steel. “It’s just what we needed. Now grab some food and go over to where Maria’s sitting. We’re drawing attention to ourselves standing here.” “I don’t think anyone is even noticing us,” Liz said, making her way to the food line. “Yeah we are, your new friend Varonia looks like she wants to kill you, but that gives me a great idea,” said Ava. “Someone wanting to kill me gives you an idea,” said Liz. “I don’t think I like this very much.” “Listen, just take a few minutes picking out your food. Give me a second to go talk to Maria, and then, take the long route to our table, and whatever you do, make sure you stop and talk to that witch. Okay?” “Okay,” said Liz. She watched Ava speed away towards Maria, and turned back to the serving line, and took her time picking out her meal. After several minutes had elapsed, she made a circuitous route to Maria’s table, pausing next to Varonia to say hello. “Don’t even talk to me, traitor,” snapped Varonia. “I know you did this, and I’m going to find a way to prove it, too.” “Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Liz. “I came over here to make an effort to put our differences behind us, but you’re just not giving me the chance.” “I don’t want anything to do with you, scum,” began Varonia. She opened her mouth to spew more of her venom in Liz’s direction, but stopped when the sound of music drowned out the yelling in the dining hall. Liz stared in shocked amazement as Pat Benatar’s voice rang out through the dining hall, singing the excerpt that was printed on the poster. As suddenly as it started, the music ended. “How did you do that?” Varonia shouted, grabbing Liz’s arm. “Varonia, stop it,” cried another girl, trying to pull Varonia’s arm off of Liz. “She didn’t do anything, she was standing right here in front of you. Maybe you’re the one that’s wrong. Did you ever think of that?” “I’m not wrong. I’m not,” said Varonia. “Well if sure you’re not wrong, then I’m sure you must be crazy,” said another girl. “It’s obvious you’re just jealous of Lan, and everything she’s achieved. Lan, I’m sorry we ever listened to her,” she added, smiling at Liz. “Thanks,” Liz said softly. She smiled at the group, Varonia included, and then walked to the table where Maria, Ava and Isabel were waiting. “How did you do that?” she asked as soon as she sat down. “I had Alex explain how these things worked, and I set it up just to play that one little bit, and only in here. I figured it would get the Antarian Pam Troy off your back,” explained Maria. “So, did it work?” “Yes and no, her friends think I’m innocent, but she’s just as certain that I had something to do with it.” “I could mind warp her,” said Ava, hesitantly. “Don’t bother,” said Isabel. “She’s not worth it. You’re going to have trouble makers like that no matter where you go. The best thing we can do is ignore her.” “I’d rather kill her,” said Maria, darkly. “Attention, attention, may I have your attention please,” came the Directors voice over that of the crowds. “All classes have been cancelled today. Again, all classes have been cancelled for today. Students are to remain on the grounds at all times. No students will be allowed in town today.” Cheers filled the room, and students began running for the doors. They ran past the faculty members that were trying to block their exit from the school, but the students only pushed right past them and ran out into the courtyard and down towards the marketplace. “Tunnel?” Maria asked the others. Ava quickly agreed, but Isabel and Liz both shook their heads. “I think since classes are cancelled, this would be an excellent opportunity to go to the diplomatic headquarters at the palace, and perhaps drop off a few things. She patted her pocket where the communicators were hidden. “I think I’m going to head to the lab and work on the guidance system some more. Besides, my pal is still watching, and it may look a little less suspicious if I go there today.” The others agreed that Liz’s plan made sense. They quickly bolted their food and left the dining hall. Maria, Ava went in one direction, while Isabel went to locate her diplomacy instructor and get permission to go to the palace. Liz walked towards the lab, while Varonia trailed behind her, keeping to the shadows. <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** » Tue Sep 28, 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. Chapter Fifty-Four – Is it Liz, or is it Buffy?  Plash Nevenia greeted Liz when she walked into the lab. She pulled out a chair and motioned for Liz to join her. “Good morning, Liz,” Plash said. “How do you fare today?” “Tired,” said Liz with a yawn. “Why don’t you go and rest, since our esteemed Director has cancelled classes today?” “No, I need to work on the guidance system. Besides, if I wasn’t doing that, I’d be helping the others, and that’s not such a great idea right now.” “Why?” queried Plash. “Is something wrong?” “Just my new not best friend Varonia. She’s so certain that I’m behind everything that’s going on. It gets a bit annoying after a while.” “Well, don’t look now,” said Plash, glancing up into the mirror that was above her head. She’s looking in the doorway right now.” Liz looked up into the mirror, and saw the reflection of Varonia, peering in the window. “Oh, for Pete’s sake,” she said. “I’ve had enough of this!” Liz jumped off the stool, and ran across the room and opened the door before Varonia had a chance to react. She reached out and grabbed the girl, and slammed her against the wall. Violence was not part of Liz’s nature, and the anger she felt coursing through her body scared her. She decided, however, to use the unfamiliar emotions to her benefit. “What the hell is your problem, Varonia?” she asked in an uncharacteristically harsh voice. “Don’t hurt me. Please don’t hurt me?” the Antarian girl whimpered. “Don’t hurt you?” Liz asked, her voice incredulous. “What about what you’re doing to me. You’re spreading vicious rumors about me, and now, your stalking me. You are sick Varonia, and if you don’t leave me alone, I swear, you’re going to regret it!” “Elandra, Varonia, what’s going on here? What is the meaning of this?” yelled the Director, coming down the hall. “She attacked me, Director,” shouted Varonia. “Elandra, is this true?” asked the Director. “Maybe you’d better get the full story,” said Liz, pushing Varonia against the wall a bit harder. “I went up to Varonia today, in good faith, trying to come to some sort of understanding, and she started spewing her venom again. And THEN!” Liz said, her voice growing louder, “After that music came on, even though I was standing right there in front of her, she blamed me for it. Then she followed me down the hall, and is spying on my work.” Suddenly, inspiration struck Liz. “How can I be sure she isn’t some sort of spy, working against Lord Kivar? Maybe she’s spying on the guidance system, and trying to deflect attention off of herself by accusing me!” “Is this true, Varonia?” the Director asked. “Did you spy on Elandra?” “No, I,” “She did, Director,” said Plash Nevenia, joining the conversation. “In fact, it was I who saw her peering through the door. I think it would be best if her father was notified.” “Yes, I agree, Plash Nevenia,” said the Director. He reached out and took Varonia by the arm. “You will come with me.” “No, you’re wrong, it’s not me!” Varonia shouted. “It’s Elandra, she’s the one working against Lord Kivar. “My family is loyal to Lord Kivar!” “Well, we will have a discussion with your family,” said the Director. “Come with me.” Liz and Plash watched as the Director dragged a kicking and screaming Varonia down the hall, before returning to the lab. “Well, that was kind of fun,” said Liz. “But I really don’t want her to get into any trouble.” “She won’t,” said Plash. “The Director said he’d contact her father, and he will. And her father will handle it.” “Good, that’s one less problem for us to deal with,” said Liz, sitting back down at the table. “Now if I can just get the guidance system to work, I should be all set.” “I was thinking about that,” said Plash. “Why not modify it so that it ignores specific DNA, instead of focusing on it. Can you do that?” “That’s what I’ve been working on,” said Liz. “But no matter what I do, wait! I’ve got it!” she shouted. She grabbed a piece of paper and began to scribble frantically. “Why didn’t I see this before? It’s so simple.” Plash watched indulgently while Liz wrote and erased and wrote some more. Finally when she was finished, she threw her pen on the table and blew out a heavy breath. “Done,” she said with a sigh. “Man, this must be my day for epiphanies. First I figure out the perfect way to get Varonia off my back, and then, I figure this out. We don’t want to create a guidance system for a weapon, we want to make a sensor for what the weapon fires, so that it can track, or not track a specific target.” “Liz, are you sure?” asked Plash. “Do you want me to go to Kobodi with this? “Yeah,” said Liz. “I think even he’s smart enough to see that we can’t manufacture a weapon to do what he wants, but we can modify the energy bolts, or bullets or whatever their going to fire to do what they want.” Liz suddenly realized what she was saying, and she sat quickly, feeling the blood rush from her face. “Listen to me!” she cried. “I’m getting excited about finding a way to kill my husband and friends.” “No, you’re excited because you solved a problem, Liz,” said Plash, rubbing Liz’s shoulders. “You weren’t thinking in terms of who it would hurt, and in fact, you found a way to have it not track a certain target. You’ve saved them, Liz, not destroyed them.” Plash’s words made a logical kind of sense to Liz, but they didn’t touch the pain that filled her soul. She leaned against the wall of the lab and cried and cried. ___________________________________________ Isabel, dressed in her diplomatic garb walked through the gates of the palace, smiling as she remembered the market area covered with posters. Liz really went all out, she thought to herself. Once inside the palace, Isabel quickly made her way to the diplomatic offices. She removed her cloak, checking to make sure the communicators were hidden deep within the extra pocket she had sewn into the lining. “Greetings Isadra,” said the Ambassador with a smile. “I did not expect to see you here today.” “The Director cancelled classes for today,” she explained to the Ambassador. “There was a bit of a problem at the Training Academy, so I thought since I had some free time, I could come here and get some work done. Of course, it doesn’t every really seem like work, when I’m doing things for you,” she added with a flirtatious smile. “I always learn so much from you, Ambassador.” “Ah, Isadra,” the Ambassador roared with laughter. “You have the makings of a fine diplomat. You know just how to mix sincerity with flattery. But we have plenty of work for you today. Lord Kivar is quite angry at what has been going on in town, and it’s going to take all of our skill to convince him not to allow his anger to color his opinion of the treaties he is going over today.” “Of course you won’t want me involved in that,” said Isabel, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. She didn’t want any part of seeing Kivar again. “It’s far to difficult a task for a trainee like me to be involved with.” “Nonsense,” said the Ambassador. “You will be fine. Besides, you’ll only be assisting me, not actually discussing anything with Lord Kivar. I think seeing your beautiful face will be just the thing he needs to distract him from the whole situation.” “You said it’s only going on in town, is that correct, Ambassador?” asked Isabel. The Ambassador looked around furtively, making sure nobody else was around. “Actually,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper. “It’s been happening all over the planet. I don’t know who is doing and, and I don’t know how, but everything that has happened here, has happened in every major city on Antar. It’s also happening in the smaller towns and villages, but on a lesser scale. Lord Kivar is up in arms about it.” “Maybe I really should just stay out of the way,” said Isabel. “Why don’t I stay here, and make sure all of the paperwork is taken care of.” “Don’t be silly, Isadra,” said the Ambassador. “I want you to familiarize yourself with the information in these diplomatic transmissions. When you’ve finished, we’ll meet Lord Kivar in the Great Hall.” Isabel sighed, but realized there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She waited until the Ambassador left the room, and then went to her cloak and removed several of the communicators. She slipped them into various parts of her diplomatic uniform, then settled down to read the latest transmissions. <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: 9/28/04 9:39 pm

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Sep 29, 2004 9:07 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 – Five –  At the Palace Isabel had just finished modifying her appearance slightly when the Ambassador walked in. “Are you ready, Isadra?” he asked. To go to my probable death? she thought to herself. No, I don’t think so. “Yes,” she said, giving the Ambassador a dazzling smile. “I think this will be very interesting.” She followed the Ambassador out of the diplomatic offices and down the hallway to the Great Hall. “Isadra, wait here,” said the Ambassador, shoving her into a chair. “I left something in our offices.” “Wouldn’t it make more sense for me to go back and get it, Sir?” Isabel asked. “It’s what I’m here for.” “No, no, you stay here,” said the Ambassador. “To be perfectly honest, Lord Kivar doesn’t want anybody without special clearance wandering around the palace. He still hasn’t found out who defaced the throne room.” “Oh,” said a subdued Isabel. “In that case, I’ll just sit here, and not move a muscle.” “Wise decision, my Dear,” said the Ambassador. Isabel watched as he strode down the hall, and out of site. She looked around the hall, and considered hiding a communicator there, but decided against it. The sound of voices drew her attention, and Isabel became aware of voices coming from behind a half closed door across the hall. “Damn it, they’re here, I tell you!” shouted a voice Isabel recognized as Kivar’s. “Why can’t you find them?” “Lord Kivar, my people have searched everywhere. They are not here. I promise you. This is simply the working of a bunch of rabble-rousers. The royal four are still on Earth,” came the answer from a voice Isabel identified as Kobodi’s. “Perhaps if Princess Vilondra were to address the people, they would see that this has nothing to do with the return of the royal four.” “You know she cannot speak,” said Kivar in a deadly voice. “However, the next prototype should be ready soon. She will address the people, but I don’t want to wait that long. I received word today that the work on the guidance system for our weapon is nearly complete. Actually Plash Nevenia informed me that instead of a new guidance system, they’ve found a way to create a sensor that will direct the energy bolts to their target. Now if your people could simply track down, Zan and the others, my problems would be over.” The door opened, and Isabel saw Kivar, and behind him, Kobodi, preparing to exit the room. She shrank back against the chair, hoping against hope that they wouldn’t notice her, but it was to no avail. “You there, what are you doing?” Kivar demanded when he drew abreast of where Isabel sat. “I’m Isadra,” said Isabel, drawing herself up straighter. She was not going to allow herself to be cowed by Kivar. “I’m a member of the diplomatic trainees from the Training Academy. The Ambassador and I were on our way to the Great Hall for a meeting, when he realized that he forgot something. He told me to sit in this chair, and not leave this spot.” “Take care of her!” Kivar ordered, and Isabel forced herself to look directly at Kivar, not showing any fear at all. “Wait!” he said, turning to Kivar. “I admire her spirit. Don’t kill her, simply erase this episode from her mind.” “As you wish, Lord Kivar,” said Kobodi. He stared at Isabel, and gave her mind a shove. Isabel felt him trying to warp her mind, and she played along. When he was done, he grabbed her by the arm. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “I don’t have to answer you,” Isabel said in a haughty voice. “You are a member of the palace cleaning staff. I am a member of the diplomatic corp. Unhand me this instant.” “Excellent,” Kivar murmured. “Come along, there is much work to be done,” he said, turning to Kobodi. Isabel watched as the two walked down the hall, and fell back into the chair, shaking with fear. “Isadra, are you okay?” asked the Ambassador, and Isabel jumped with fright, unaware of his arrival. “Yes,” she said, her voice still shaking. “Some members of the palace cleaning staff just accosted me, wanting to know why I was here.” “What did you do?” asked the Ambassador. He had just seen Lord Kivar, and General Kobodi, and both of them let him know of their displeasure at finding one of his staff sitting in the hallway, alone.” “I told them I was a member of the diplomatic corp, and didn’t have to answer to them,” said Isabel. “But after they left, I fell apart. I don’t like confrontations, Ambassador.” “Nor do I,” said the Ambassador, pleased to hear that Isabel’s story matched that of Lord Kivar and Kobodi. He was fond of the girl, and didn’t want to have to kill her for being a spy. “Come along,” he said. “We have much work to do.” A still shaking Isabel stood up, and followed the Ambassador down the corridor to the Great Hall, her mind on the conversation she had overheard. Once in the Great Hall, the Ambassador walked to the table that had been set up in the middle of the room. He sat down in a chair, and instructed Isabel to sit at a small table directly behind him. “Lord Kivar will be here in a few minutes, and we will go over the treaties,” he instructed. “You are simply to sit, and observe, and hand me the different treaties as I require.” “Of course, Ambassador,” said Isabel. “I only hope I don’t disappoint you. Lord Kivar is quite an imposing figure. I’m still rather nervous at the thought of even being in his presence.” “Isadra, you will do fine,” said the Ambassador. “I would not have chosen you for this assignment if I didn’t think you were capable. Simply push your fears down inside, and pretend you are an actress on a stage. You will be fine.” Kivar walked into the Great Hall as the Ambassador finished speaking, and joined him at the large table. “Good day, Ambassador,” said Kivar. “Good day, Lord Kivar,” answered the Ambassador, standing up. “Allow me to present to you once more, the latest addition to my diplomatic staff. This is Isadra, she is a student at the Training Academy.” Kivar stood up and walked over to the table where Isabel stood. “Good morning, Isadra,” said Kivar with Isabel considered an evil smile. “How are you on this beautiful morning.” “Good morning, Lord Kivar,” said Isabel, bowing her head slightly. “I am honored to be in your presence.” “And why is that?” asked Kivar. “You have done such wonderful things for the people of our world,” she said, flashing him blinding smile. “I decided long ago that it would be a great privilege to serve you in any capacity possible. When I was chosen to be a member of the diplomatic corp, it was like a dream come true for me.” “Your loyalty will be well rewarded, Isadra,” said Kivar, satisfied that the mind warp was working. “Please, everyone, be seated. Let us work on these treaties. I have other things I need to accomplish today.” Kivar and the Ambassador sat down at the large table, and Isabel took a seat at the small table behind the Ambassador. “Ambassador,” said Kivar. “Tell your assistant to join us at the table. She will learn nothing hovering behind you like that.” “Isadra, you heard Lord Kivar,” said the Ambassador. “Please join us.” Isabel gathered up the paperwork and took a seat next to the Ambassador, and listened while the two men discussed the treaties on the table before them. When they were finished, Isabel quickly gathered up the paperwork, and waited quietly to leave. “Ambassador, I have a few things I want to discuss with you, privately. “Isadra, please feel free to wander around the Great Hall, and the Gallery, but don’t go any further,” said Kivar. “Yes, Lord Kivar,” said Isabel, bowing her head subserviently. “If it would please you, Lord Kivar, Isadra has some work waiting for her in the diplomatic offices. With your permission, may she also have access to our rooms so that she may get her work done?” asked the Ambassador. “Of course, Ambassador. Far be it from me to keep your assistant from her work. Please feel free to examine the gallery at your leisure, Isadra,” Kivar added, addressing Isabel. “Thank you Lord Kivar.” She gathered up the paperwork and prepared to leave. She returned to the diplomatic offices, and quickly finished her work and prepared to leave. Isabel made sure as many people as possible saw her when she left the palace. Once she was out of the palace, she ducked into an alley, and changed her appearance, and snuck back into a palace grounds through a side entrance Che’koth had told her about. She carefully made her way to the guard quarters, where she hid a communicator inside a small niche in a rock wall. From there, she made her way back into the palace. Once inside, she kept to the shadows, hiding the communicators in a variety of places, including the grand ballroom. She toyed with the idea of returning to the throne room, but decided against it, in case Kivar was having it watched. She walked down a long corridor, trying to remain in the shadows when she saw a figure up ahead. Oh God, she thought. Who is that up there? Even as she thought the words, the figure ahead of her turned around and walked towards her. Isabel felt the blood leave her face when she came face to face with her double. Taking a chance, she passed her hand over her face, and restored her appearance. The double looked at her curiously, and first touched her own face, then reached out to touch Isabel’s. “Yes,” said Isabel, softly. “You’re me. It’s very confusing, isn’t it?” Acting without conscious thought, Isabel fired an energy bolt into her double’s chest, causing her to fall unconscious to the floor. Grabbing her under the arms, Isabel dragged her into a nearby room. She locked the door behind her and surveyed the room. She smiled when she saw a large armoire against a wall. Quickly, she removed the clothing from her double and stripped off her own clothes. She dressed in the double’s clothing, and then carried her to the armoire and locked her inside, along with her clothing. “I hope you’ll be okay in there,” she said. She grabbed the communicators in their bag, and then schooled her features into the vacant mask worn by her double. Feeling very afraid, Isabel stole back out into the hallway, and resumed her surveillance. She managed to place two more of the communicators before a large hand fell heavily onto her shoulder. Fighting back the urge to scream, she turned around and looked directly into the eyes of Kivar. <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>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Thu Sep 30, 2004 11:48 am

There is NO FREAKING way you can just leave us hanging that way. Kivar has Isabel???? Does he know it's her or does he think it's her clone. Oh please please please, update tonight.

Post by **majiklmoon** » Thu Sep 30, 2004 9:52 pm

apparently nobody is liking my story anymore <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/frown.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. Chapter Fifty – Six – Happenings at the Palace  “I’ve been searching for you, my love,” said Kivar. “It isn’t safe for you to wander around the palace like this. Come with me, I will take you back to our rooms.” Isabel allowed herself to be taken by the arm, and led down a dark hallway. Kivar stopped outside a door, and opened it and led Isabel inside. Isabel stopped in shock when she entered the large chamber. She allowed her eyes to search the room, recalling the time when her parents, Vilondra’s parents, shared it. That pig, she thought. How dare he defile their room like that. “Come my love,” said Kivar, his voice heavy with lust. “I desire you.” He swept Isabel up into his arms and carried her over to the luxuriously draped bed. Oh, God! Isabel thought. How the hell am I going to get out of this one. I’ll kill him before I let him touch me. “I’m going to miss you, pet,” said Kivar, lying next to her on the bed. He ran his fingers through her long golden hair, releasing it from its bonds. Her golden curls cascaded down around her shoulders. He filled his hands with the silken mass, and brought it to his face. “So soft, just like you,” he whispered. “Come love, touch me.” Hesitantly, Isabel brought her hand to his chest. Do I kill him, now? she thought. She was just about to do it, when his communicator gave a short ring. “Lord Kivar, this is General Kobodi. “We’re waiting for you in the Great Hall.” Kivar growled in anger and rolled away from Isabel. He grabbed his communicator and spoke into it. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes!” he roared into the communicator. “Aye, my Lord,” answered Kobodi. That answers my question, thought Isabel. If I kill him now, and he doesn’t show up to his meeting with Kobodi, they’ll come looking for him. I’d never make it out of the palace. “Come here love,” said Kivar, rolling towards her. We don’t have much time. He reached down and took her hand and placed it back on her chest. Isabel reacted quickly and fired a bolt of energy into his chest, knocking him into unconsciousness. Jumping off the bed, she quickly hid one of the communicators in the room and turned for the door. At the last second, she ran back to the bed, and yanked several hairs from Kivar’s head. Isabel opened the door, and looked up and down the hall, to make sure she was unobserved before dashing down the hall. She located the room where she had left her double and ran inside. She quickly stripped off the clothing that she wore and slipped back into her own clothing. She dressed her double, and used her powers to wake her back up, and led her down the hall back to the room where the unconscious Kivar waited. She opened the door, and pushed the double inside and pushed her towards the bed. Isabel closed the door behind her and raced down the hallway. As she ran, she changed her appearance back to that if Isadra. She found the gallery and went inside, trying to slow her breathing as she did. Isabel viewed the pictures in the gallery with horror, for most of them showed Kivar and herself in various poses. As if, she thought to herself. She waited several more minutes, until her breathing slowed, and her face no longer felt flushed. She opened the door to the gallery and stepped out into the hallway, directly into the path of Kivar. “E-excuse me, Lord Kivar,” she stammered. “I was just looking at the pictures in the gallery. Thank you so much for your kind and generous invitation.” “Isadra, is it not?” asked Kivar. “The diplomatic apprentice?” “Yes, Lord Kivar,” said Isabel, nodding her head. “Tell me, young lady, have you seen anything strange since you’ve been in the palace?” Isabel felt her heart begin to race with fear. “No, Lord Kivar,” she said. “But I’ve spent the last half hour in the gallery. Nobody came in there.” “Thank you, Isadra,” said Kivar, turning away. “Tell me,” he said, turning back to face her. “What was your favorite picture?” “I enjoyed the picture of you, in your military uniform, walking in the garden with Queen Vilondra,” Isabel lied. “And why is that,” asked Kivar. “Because while I can still see you as a formidable leader, what is more apparent is the love you share with the Queen.” “Thank you, Isadra,” said Kivar, pleased with her answer. “The Ambassador is right, you will go far as a diplomat. Your answer was truthful, as well as flattering.” He reached out and took Isabel by the arm. “I am however going to ask you to leave the palace. We have an intruder in here, and are about to conduct a room by room search. I do not want you to be accosted by any of my guardsmen. I trust, Isadra, that as a diplomat, you know the judiciousness of not repeating this information to anyone.” “Should anyone think to ask Lord Kivar, I can honestly tell them that you and I discussed the artwork in the gallery,” said Isabel with a smile. “Very wise, indeed,” said Kivar. He escorted her to the palace entrance and watched as she exited the gates passed the Aberjani trainees that were coming to search the palace, and walked back to town. ___________________________________ “I want a complete search of the palace,” said General Kobodi. “Each team has been assigned an area of the palace. Do not leave the sector you have been assigned, unless it is to return back here. We had an intruder here today. Surveillance showed a black haired woman enter the palace this morning, but we have yet to see her leave. Find her, and bring her to me!” “Who do you think it was?” Kyle asked Max as the two entered the palace. “I’m guessing Isabel,” said Max. “Maria said Liz was going to work in the lab today, and that Isabel was going to try and do some of her diplomatic stuff to gain access to the palace.” “Well, if it was Isabel, you can stop worrying,” said Kyle. “There she is, right now.” They watched Isabel pass under the palace gates and head towards town. “Guess we found our intruder,” Max whispered to Kyle. “And we know that she got out okay.” “It will make searching that much more fun,” said Kyle. “We can poke around and see what we can find. And maybe hide a few of Maria’s communicators while we’re searching,” he added. “You have been given your assignments!” shouted General Kobodi. “I expect no deviation from them. Is that clear?” “Yes, General!” shouted the Aberjani and the Aberjani trainees alike. “What sector did we get?” Kyle asked. Max looked down at their assignment, and struggled not to explode with laughter. “You’ll never, in a million years believe me if I tell you,” said Max. “Try me,” said Kyle. “How does the throne room grab you?” said Max. “No way. No freaking way,” said Kyle. “Damn, because I was thinking we’d sneak in there and leave a communicator.” “Yeah, me too,” said Max. “We just can’t catch a break, can we?” “It’s okay,” said Kyle. “We don’t need to catch a break, we can make our own.” “Is that more of your Buddha stuff?” Max asked. “N’ah, I got it in a fortune cookie one time,” deadpanned Kyle. Max gave Kyle a quick shove, knocking him slightly off balance as the two entered the main foyer of the castle. Following the directions they had been given, the two quickly made their way to the throne room. Max put his hand out to open the door, then stopped. “Want me to go first?” said Kyle. “I’m afraid,” Max admitted. “For the first time since we got here, I’m afraid. What if I remember something, what if I don’t remember something? God, Kyle, I sat on that throne and ruled this world.” “Max, I don’t think it’s going to be as bad as you think,” Kyle said. “All of you have managed to suppress all the memories of your life here, and none of you, except Isabel have ever accessed the memory implants Che’koth gave us.” “Isabel did it?” said Max, clearly shocked by this revelation. “Why didn’t she tell me?” “She didn’t want you to know,” said Kyle. “She didn’t want anyone to know.” “But she told you?” asked a confused Max. “No,” said Kyle. “Then how did you know?” asked Max, still stunned by Kyle’s announcement. “You really aren’t asking me that question, are you?” asked Kyle. “Oh yeah, right,” said Max, sheepishly. “You have that whole empathy thing going on. Sorry.” “Don’t be. It’s pretty helpful, now that I’m starting to get the hang of it. Like right now, I know what you’re feeling, and I want to tell you to stop it. You didn’t throw the thrown away, Max. It was stolen from you.” “That’s incredible,” said Max. “Can I borrow you the next time Liz is mad at me and I don’t know why?” “Do I look stupid?” laughed Kyle. “You ready, or do you want me to do this on my own?” For an answer, Max pushed the door open, and the two walked inside. Max stood in the center of the room, and turned around in a circle. “Nothing,” he said. “I don’t feel anything at all. Well other than admiration for Isabel’s handiwork, that is.” “Come on, let’s blow this pop stand,” said Kyle. “We already know there isn’t any intruder here.” “Yeah, okay, I’ll be with you in a second,” said Max. He waited until Kyle left the room, and moved over to what used to be his throne. “Something’s missing,” he mused, as he examined the high backed throne. Without thinking, he sat down on the throne, and it began to glow. Max jumped up and spun around, his jaw dropping in shock. He passed his and over the back of the throne, but nothing happened. “At least I know what was missing,” he said. “Kyle, come here!” Kyle ran into the room and went directly to Max’s side. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Oh, never mind, I figured it out myself.” There, emblazoned on the throne was the Royal Seal of Antar. <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>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 12:22 pm

<blockquote>Quote:<hr>Isabel allowed herself to be taken by the arm, and led down a dark hallway. Kivar stopped outside a door, and opened it and led Isabel inside. Isabel stopped in shock when she entered the large chamber. She allowed her eyes to search the room, recalling the time when her parents, Vilondra’s parents, shared it. That pig, she thought. How dare he defile their room like that. <hr></blockquote> Interesting. It seems like Isabel is starting to remember more and more. I liked how she got out of her situation. Why did she take Kivar's hair. Not to carry in a locket <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/smile.gif ALT=":)"> <blockquote>Quote:<hr>I’m afraid,” Max admitted. “For the first time since we got here, I’m afraid. What if I remember something, what if I don’t remember something? God, Kyle, I sat on that throne and ruled this world<hr></blockquote> Poor Max...I felt really bad for him. But I loved the whole section after that where Max is wondering how Kyle knew about Isabel remembering - too funny! Now, why did Max have to go in sit on the throne. How are they going to get themselves out of this situation. What a mess!

Post by **majiklmoon** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 8:11 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 – Seven – Panic and Power  “Make it go away,” said Kyle, his voice filled with panic. “Make it go away.” “Don’t you think I tried already?” asked Max. “Well, try again!” shouted Kyle. “Why’d you do that anyhow? They’re going to know it was us. We were the only ones in here.” “Kyle, calm down,” said Max. “Freaking out isn’t going to help us any.” “Well, it’s helping me feel better,” said Kyle. “Besides, this is your inner panic I’m picking up on. If you’d just let it out, I wouldn’t be freaking so much.” “Leaf floating on a stream Kyle,” said Max. “See the freaking image in your mind and focus on it, while I try to come up with a plan.” “Don’t bother,” said a suddenly calm Kyle. “I have one.” He walked across the throne room, stepped out into the hallway, and yelled. “General Kobodi, General Kobodi! Emergency in the throne room!” The other Aberjani, and the trainees took up the cry, and footsteps pounded in the hallway as everyone, including General Kobodi made their way to the throne room. Max watched in horrified fascination as the room filled, and everyone gawked at the orb emblazoned on the headrest of the throne. “What is the meaning of this!” shouted General Kobodi from the back of the room. “Why are all of these people in this room?” He shoved his way to the front of the crowd, and stopped in shock when the throne came into view. “Who did this?” he asked, his voice deadly. “Who is responsible for securing this room?” “We are, General Kobodi,” said Kyle, stepping forward. “Can you explain to me why you chose to stand in a hallway and scream like a fishwife, instead of coming to find me?” asked Kobodi, his voice deadly. “You told us not to leave the room we were sent to secure,” said Kyle, his face a mask of innocence. A loud laugh caused everyone in the room to turn towards the door, where Kivar stood. “He has you there, Kobodi,” said Kivar, his face a deceptive mask of calmness. “You told them not to leave the area that they secured until they were called. Congratulations, soldier. You unquestioningly followed orders. Now, tell me, which one of you did this?” “Lord Kivar,” said Max, stepping forward. “Neither one of us did this, we don’t even know what it is. We only know that this symbol has appeared on the treasonous trash that has appeared in town. Kahtair thought it was best to raise the alarm.” Kivar pushed his way through the crowd of students, and Max tried to hide a shudder of fear when he saw Zan slip his hand into Kivar’s pocket and pull out his communicator. Kivar stopped when he stood in front of Max, and grabbed him by the arm. “Tell me which one of you did this?” he said, his voice hard as metal. As he spoke, he shoved at Max with his mind, and he could feel Kivar prodding him to tell the truth. “It was here when we came in,” Max said, calmly. “As soon as we realized where we saw that symbol, Kahtair called for General Kobodi.” “Dismiss your troops, Kobodi. We’re not going to find anything here,” said Kivar. “Lord Kivar,” came a disembodied voice. “Lord Kivar, please contact the security center.” Max cringed as he watched Kivar reach into his pocket for his communicator. A look of displeasure crossed his face when he couldn’t find it, and he quickly reached into another pocket and retrieved it. “This is Kivar,” he said into the communicator. “We have secured all the exits, as you requested, Sir. Nobody can enter or exit the building.” “That will be all,” said Kivar. He shoved the communicator in his pocket. “Kobodi, I want to meet with you later. You instructed the trainees not to leave the areas they were searching. Your student reacted in the only way possible to notify you of a security breach. His comrades came running to assist him, as good soldiers will. All of this has probably allowed our intruder to escape, unnoticed. I expect you to have a very good reason for why you did this, when we meet. Dismissed.” “Yes, Lord Kivar,” said Kobodi, bowing low. When he stood, he shot Kyle a look of malevolent hatred. “Oh, and Kobodi, if I find out that any of your trainees have been punished because of your error, it will not go well for you,” said Kivar, walking out the door. “You are dismissed,” said Kobodi, his voice filled with hatred. “Return to the Training Academy immediately.” He pushed past the trainees and stormed out the door and down the hallway. By unspoken consent, the trainees waited several minutes until they were certain that they wouldn’t bump into Kobodi. They filed silently out of the throne, and down to the palace entrance. Once they were clear of the palace, the other trainees circled around Max and Kyle. “Which one of you did that?” asked the trainee called Quor`toth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Max. “It’s like I said, the symbol was on the throne when we walked into the room.” “Well, we’ve all got your back on this one,” said another trainee. “I could feel Kivar trying to mind warp you into telling the truth.” “I was telling the truth,” said Max, quietly. “Come on, let’s get back to the Training Academy before Kobodi finds another reason to want to kill us all.” The group began walking towards the school. Max and Kyle allowed themselves to fall to the back of the group, and meet up with Michael and Zan. “What the hell happened?” Michael asked. “Max felt the need to play king and sit in the pretty seat,” said Kyle. “And the throne decided to announce to the world that the king had arrived.” “It was a stupid thing to do,” said Max. “But perfectly natural,” said Zan. “I would have done the same thing, but I don’t know if I would have handled the whole situation as well as you guys did.” “That was all Kyle,” said Max. “But your switcheroo with the communicators was pretty smooth.” “What switcheroo?” asked Michael. “Jesus, I need a program to keep up with you guys.” “I saw Zan remove the communicator from Kivar’s pocket, just before they paged him,” said Max. “How did you get the new communicator in his pocket so quickly though? I didn’t see that at all.” “I did that first,” said Zan. “I slipped Maria’s in his left pocket, and pulled the other one out of his right pocket.” “Very cool,” said Michael. “You know, I’m starting to feel really superfluous here.” “How do you even know a word like superfluous?” questioned Kyle. “It was a slow night at the CrashDown. I read Liz’s SAT prep book,” explained Michael. “Anybody ever tell you what a geek you are sometimes, Guerin?” asked Kyle. “Yeah, but you love me anyway,” said Michael, and Max did a double take at the uncharacteristic show of emotion. “We’d better get moving,” said Zan. “We’re the last ones out, and you know that despite what Kivar said, Kobodi’s going to have it out for you and Kyle. Let’s not give him any extra ammunition.” ____________________________________________ Once back at school, the group split up, agreeing to meet in the tunnel room as soon as possible. When Michael entered the room, he found Ava dancing joyously around the room, hugging herself with glee. “Happy much?” asked Michael. “Oh Michael, it was wonderful,” said Ava, throwing herself into her brother’s arms and hugging him tightly. “That’s great,” said Michael. “I’m glad it was wonderful, but Ava, I just have one question. What the hell is it?” “Just an idea that I had,” she said. “And it worked perfectly. I didn’t think it would, but it did.” “That’s it, you are so not allowed to hang out with Maria anymore,” said Michael. “It’s bad enough that I never have a freaking clue what she’s talking about. I never knew it was catchy! You sound just like her. Slow down, start at the beginning, and for crying out loud, please use complete sentences.” “I’m sorry, Michael,” said Ava, struggling to calm down a little. “But see, I had this really great idea to get some of the trideka to everyone. Che’koth helped me organize it, and it worked perfectly. Today, just about everyone in school, instructors and students alike received a package with a piece of jewelry in it. Do you know what this means?” “They’re all going to have kick ass accessories?” said Michael. “Michael!” “I get it, I get it,” said Michael, wrapping his arms around Ava. “Good deal Little Sis, very good deal indeed.” “What’s good?” asked Maria, standing with Alex in the doorway. “Ava’s idea of course,” said Michael. “Where are the others?” “There on there way,” said Alex. “We saw everyone except for Liz, but I’m sure she’ll be down too.” The door opened again, and Max, Kyle, Zan and Isabel walked in to the small room. Everyone took their usual seats, except for Max, who paced around the room, feeling lost without Liz. “Who wants to go first?” said Kyle in an effort to break the silence that pervaded the room. “Don’t you think we should wait for Liz, first?” Isabel asked tentatively. She knew that she didn’t want to tell her story more than once. “How about if we do this?” asked Michael looking at Ava. He could tell she was so excited to share her news with everyone that she was about to explode. “If someone has happy, and I mean strictly happy, nothing scary, news to share, they share it now. If there is anything of concern to share, we save it for when Liz gets here?” Everyone agreed, and Ava jumped up, happy to share her news with her friends. “So the way I figure it, by now, just about every member of the staff and the student body are officially unwarped,” she said. “With the obvious exception of Jara Kobodi of course.” “Isn’t there a chance that someone will notify Kivar?” asked Alex. “Yeah,” admitted Ava. “But we ran that same risk when we had the guy with the cart pass out all that stuff the other day.” “Ava’s right,” said Maria. “And I think it was a great idea. Anybody else got any happy news to share?” She looked around the room, and watched as everyone shook their heads. “Then I propose that we celebrate Ava’s bold and successful maneuver until Liz gets here. All in favor?” A resounding chorus of aye’s filled the room, followed by laughter at Maria’s attempt to follow parliamentary procedure. Everyone relaxed a little and began to talk. The volume of the various discussions drowned out the sounds from the tunnel. Max looked up and noticed Che’koth standing in the passage to the tunnel, watching all of them, his face a study of intense concentration. “Hey Che’koth, what’s up?” Max asked. “We’re just hanging out while we wait for Liz. The pasta nazi is off tonight, but we have plenty of other things to eat.” “There is no time,” said Che’koth. “We need to get to work. There is much to be done. I want one of you to make some more flyers right away. When they are done, the rest of you will distribute them through out the city while everyone is asleep.” Nobody moved from their seats. They just stared at Che’koth, shocked by his sudden appearance, and his outburst. “Why are you sitting there?” he yelled. “I told you to get to work!” “Now look,” began Max. He stopped as a bolt of energy shot across the room, striking Che’koth in the chest. He spun around to find Liz standing in the doorway, her arm extended to fire another bolt of energy if necessary. <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** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 8:55 pm

Geez, I hope no recording devices showed the throne glowing when Max sat on it! That will surely cause some trouble! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> These last parts were excellent, Tracie. You're just moving too fast for anyone to keep up! <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>

Post by **splatty** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 9:02 pm

Oh see, and while I was reading, you sneaked yet ANOTHER update in on me! *tsk tsk* <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> That was excellent!!! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> Now who was pretending to be Che'koth and how did Liz know it? And how did that person know to pretend to be Che'koth and and and . . I need to know more right now!!! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> This story is coming along so great. I need to steal your muse. <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>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 9:21 pm

OMG why did Liz kill Che'koth????? <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/jawdrop.gif ALT=":jawdrop">

Post by **Ti88** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 11:00 pm

What switcheroo?” asked Michael. “Jesus, I need a program to keep up with you guys.” the last parts btw the guys was hysterical. man isabel has guts. ava sounds like maria. poor michael. yeah liz what the deal? tracie come on you can't leave us wandering like that 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 **majiklmoon** » Fri Oct 01, 2004 11:32 pm

yeah, I can, cause I'm mean and cruel and evil and my goal in life is to make you miserable. is it working? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> I say that to my kids AND my students all the time <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>

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Sun Oct 03, 2004 2:43 pm

no update last night <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/pout.gif ALT=":pout"> <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

Roswell Aliens · Post by **Roswell Aliens** » Sun Oct 03, 2004 6:20 pm

What, You stopped!! I need more, I can't stand it. I am assuming that that was not Chekoth?<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/green.gif ALT=":green"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/boldblue.gif ALT=":blue"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/boldyellow.gif ALT=":yellow"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/nono.gif ALT=":nono">

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sun Oct 03, 2004 6:27 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 – Eight – Will the Real Che’koth Please Stand Up  Maria screams filled the room. Michael and Kyle spun to fire on the intruder, and only the quick thinking of Zan stopped them. “Don’t!” he shouted. “It’s Liz!” “Liz, what did you just do?” Maria asked in horror. “You just killed Che’koth.” “Who says that’s Liz,” said Kyle, his voice hard with pain and anger. “Maybe it’s a shape shifter, like Nascedo.” “I’m not a shape shifter, you idiot,” said the person in the doorway. “God, you guys, it’s me. Don’t you recognize me?” “I don’t know who you are,” said Maria. “But our Liz would never kill the one friend we have on this God forsaken planet.” “Will you just listen for a second? I am Liz, and that wasn’t Che’koth. He was an imposter.” Without a word, Max crossed the room, and pulled Liz into his arms and kissed her. As they kissed, he got flashes of Liz as a child, and flashes of the life he and Liz had started to build together on Earth. He pulled away from Liz and looked at the others. “She’s Liz,” he said. “Liz, why did you do it? Why did you kill Che’koth? He was just telling us that we had to mobilize, and get more posters out into the city.” “I’m trying to tell you,” said Liz. “If you’d all just shut up and let me explain. That’s not Che’koth lying there.” “Liz is right,” said a voice from the tunnel. Everyone turned and watched as another Che’koth staggered into the room, blood dripping from a gash on his head. “Che’koth!” Liz cried. She rushed across the room and led him to a chair. “Sit down, let me clean and bandage that for you. What happened?” “I was attacked just as I entered the tunnel,” he said, falling heavily into the chair. “Here, why don’t I heal that for you,” said Max, moving over to stand next to Liz. “NO!” both of them shouted. “You must not waste your powers on me, Max,” Che’koth said. “You will need them later I am sure.” “Look, how do we know all of this is true?” asked Isabel, speaking for the first time. “I mean, I know Max said he got flashes when he kissed Liz, so that must be Liz, but how do we know you’re really Che’koth?” “Liz said he was. She was certain that the other one was an imposter,” added Alex. “How can we be certain?” “Simple,” said Liz. “Che’koth, what should we do now?” “That’s not my decision to make, Majesty. If you look inside of you, you’ll find the answers. You only have to search.” “That’s Che’koth,” said Liz.” “What? I don’t get it,” said Alex. “Look the other night, Che’koth and I had a conversation, and I pointed out that he never gives us orders. He may make suggestions, but he never tells us what to do. When I walked in, that guy over there,” she pointed to the body on the ground, “Was ordering all of you around like there was no tomorrow. That’s how I knew he wasn’t Che’koth.” “Well, who’s that, then?” asked Kyle, pointing to the body. “I don’t know,” admitted Che’koth. “He came up from behind me. I never saw him.” “He isn’t dead,” said Liz. “I only stunned him.” “Great, lets wake him up,” said Zan, grimly. He reached down and grabbed the man, and dumped some water on his face. “What happened?” asked the fake Che’koth. “We’ll do the questioning,” said Michael. “Starting with who the hell are you?” “I am Che’koth, of course,” said the man. “Why aren’t any of you doing what I told you to do? We need to get those posters out there.” “Ava?” said Michael. Ava stepped up and focused on the man, and gave his mind a small shove. “Who are you?” demanded Michael. “I am Chak N’ohr,” said the man. “I was recruited, along with many others, by General Kobodi to find out who is responsible for spreading the filthy lies about the royal family. I saw a man slip into a hidden tunnel, and I decided to follow him. I jumped him, and he fell, hitting his head. I found his identity papers, so I knew his name. I changed my appearance to look like him, and I left him for dead in the tunnel. I followed the tunnel until I came to this room. I hid in the darkness while I listened to you talk. I know you are the ones who are responsible for trying to turn people against Lord Kivar.” “What are we going to do with him?” asked Isabel. “We can’t just kill him.” “Isabel, we’re talking about waging a war,” said Zan. “Don’t you think we’ll be killing people then?” “That’s different,” said Isabel. “If we kill him now, we’ll just be killing him in cold blood. We can’t do that. We’re not like that.” “You’re right,” admitted Zan. “Damn, where are Lonnie and Rath when you really need them.” “We don’t have to kill him,” said Alex. “If Ava and I warp the hell out of his mind, he won’t remember anything.” “Unless he comes across some of the trideka we’ve modified,” said Ava. “I think you’re plan is best,” said Che’koth from the chair. “We can worry about the trideka at a later date. I will however destroy that particular entrance to the tunnel. Please do not try to exit through there until I can arrange for another passage to be made.” “I don’t know, Che’koth. You’re starting to sound kind of bossy,” said Liz with a smile. “Ava, Alex, you know what to do, right?” Max asked. The two nodded, and proceeded to warp Chak N’ohr’s mind, convincing him that he had not seen or heard anything at all. When they were done, Isabel reached over and knocked him back out. “We have some things to talk about,” she said by way of an explanation, “We can get rid of him after we’re done. I want to tell you all what happened today, and I just want to get it over with.” Isabel related her encounter with Kivar and Kobodi, and Kivar’s invitation for her to visit the gallery at her leisure. “I snuck back into the palace, and placed a few of the communicators around. Then I encountered my double. I knocked her out, and dressed in her clothes. I figured I have more access to areas of the palace that way.” “Are you insane Isabel Amanda Evans Whitman!” shouted Alex. “What if Kivar had found you?” “He did,” said Isabel. “Did you know that bastard is using our parents bed chamber for his own?” “Bed chamber?” shouted Alex. “Calm down, Alex,” said Isabel, the tremor in her voice discounting the calm expression on her face. “I knocked him out, and I got the hell out of there. I retrieved my duplicate, switched clothing, and sent her into him.” “Liz, I cannot believe you put yourself in such danger,” said Alex. “He could have killed you.” “So what,” Isabel shot back. “It’s not like that’s a new experience, he already did it once.” Alex jumped up and walked across the room to where Isabel stood. He put his arms around Isabel in a comforting gesture, but she shook him off. “Alex, you can’t take care of this with a hug. I’m not a child, and it’s not going to make me feel all better.” “Maybe it’s supposed to make me feel better, Iz, did you ever think of that? I’m scared shitless at the thought of you anywhere near that son of a bitch, and you’re standing here glibly telling us he took you to his bedroom. How am I supposed to act?” “I’m sorry,” cried Isabel, bursting into tears. “I don’t know why I’m acting this way.” “Isabel, come sit by me,” said Che’koth. “Calm down, and let the others recount their adventures today. Alex led Isabel across the room, and the two took seats on the floor next to Che’koth. “Max would you care to tell us about your adventures?” Che’koth asked. His mouth quirked gently at the corners, and Liz had the impression that Che’koth already knew what Max was going to say. As Max recounted his tale to the others, Che’koth absently stroked Isabel’s hair in a comforting gesture. Liz watched her friend relax, bit by bit, as she was soothed by the Antarians gentle ministrations. Everyone laughed at Max’s description of their panic he and Kyle felt when the symbol appeared on the throne. “Why didn’t you tell us about that?” Max asked Che’koth, accusingly. “Why did you sit in the throne?” countered Che’koth. “You keep saying you’re nobody’s king. Why sit in the throne of a king?” “Well, I, uh,” said Max, feebly, and everybody laughed. “Relax, Max, I’m only teasing you,” said Che’koth. “I don’t think anybody, when faced with that opportunity wouldn’t do the same thing.” “Okay, let’s move this along, so we can get to the planning portion of our program. We’ve heard the happy Ava news, the upsetting Isabel news, the hysterical Max faux pas, what’s next?” “Well, I pissed of General Kobodi in a huge way,” said Kyle. “That was kind of fun.” “And I picked Kivar’s pocket and slipped him one of Maria and Alex’s communicators,” said Zan. “I figured out how to kill us all,” said Liz. She looked around at the shocked and distraught looks on her friend’s faces and gave a wry smile. “I guess I win.” <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** » Sun Oct 03, 2004 7:42 pm

<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> Liz always wins. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> Can't wait to see the next part. <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>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Sun Oct 03, 2004 9:21 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 – Nine – Mourning “Chica,” said Maria. “We just decided you were one of the good guys not thirty minutes ago. Are you telling me we made a mistake?” “Maria!” Liz shouted. “Please tell me you’re kidding.” “I think I should be saying that to you,” said Maria. “Why would you want to kill us?” “I think she means she finalized the tracking system,” said Alex. “Am I right?” “Yes, and no,” said Liz. “I finally realized that it’s not the weapon that needs the tracking system, it’s the bullet or whatever it fires. I figured out a way to make a sensor that can track our DNA.” “That’s excellent, Liz. Way to go!” shouted Alex, excitedly. “Excuse me for not understanding,” said Kyle. “But I guess I’m not quite following why we should be excited because it’s now easier to track and kill us.” “Remedial science strikes again,” laughed Alex, not unkindly. “If Liz can code the sensors to track our DNA, she can also code it to block our DNA,” he explained. “I always knew there was a reason why you were my best friend,” said Maria, reaching out to hug Liz. “Aren’t you just the smart one!” “Well, I do have news that falls into the happy, happy category too,” said Liz, smiling shyly. I managed to get Varonia off our backs as well. She followed me to the lab, and I got in her face about it.” “You got in somebody’s face?” asked Michael. “I’m having trouble with this concept for some reason. “Hey, I went all Buffy on her!” said Liz. “Right,” laughed Michael. “I’m not quite sure what going all Buffy means,” said Che’koth, “But she did have the girl pinned against the wall.” “How did you know?” she asked Che’koth. “Plash Nevenia told me,” he laughed. “I saw her this afternoon, and she was very impressed with the way you handled the situation.” “Way to go, Liz,” said Kyle. “Are you okay?” Max asked softly. He was still shaken by the way Liz charged in and stunned their intruder. Finding out that she had virtually attacked Varonia had really freaked him out. She was acting like some Amazon princess or something. “I’m fine, Max,” Liz answered. “Anyhow, the director showed up, and I turned the tables on her, and said, maybe she was a spy or something, and was trying to hide by throwing suspicion on me. The director fell for it and was going to bring her to her father to discuss the situation.” “It was a masterful way to handle the situation, Liz,” said Che’koth. “I think if the director hadn’t approached, she still would have backed down. She needed to learn the hard way that she couldn’t intimidate you.” “So, what’s next?” asked Alex. “When do we put the big plan into action?” “I need a little more time to modify the sensors so that they don’t track our DNA,” said Liz. “Alex, maybe I can get you assigned to help me since you created the weapon.” “Sounds like fun,” said Alex. “I always wanted to get you alone in a lab, Parker.” “That’s Parker-Evans, thank you very much,” said Max, with a forced grin. He was worried. Liz had gone from being totally depressed and withdrawn into her self, to throwing herself completely into this project. He wasn’t sure if it was healthy or not. “Hey Liz,” Isabel called. “That sensor you’re programming. Can you program it to go after Kivar?” “Sure,” said Liz. “If we had a sample of his DNA. It wouldn’t be hard at all.” “You can get it from hair, can’t you?” asked Isabel. “Not just from blood samples.” “Yeah, why? You planning on going back and giving him a hair cut?” “I already did,” said Isabel. She reached into her pouch and withdrew a small container with the strands of hair she removed from Kivar earlier in the day. “I guess I had the idea in the back of my mind without ever realizing it,” she continued. “So when the opportunity presented itself, I just couldn’t resist.” “Well whatever motivated you, Isabel, who cares,” said Alex. “That was a phenomenal idea!” While the rest of the group celebrated, Maria watched Max and Liz. Neither one of them seemed truly happy lately. Maria reached over and tapped Liz’s. “Got a second, Chica?” she asked. “Sure, what’s up?” “Not here, lets go into the tunnel. I need to talk to you, and I don’t want anybody to overhear.” The two girls slipped unnoticed into the tunnel and moved away from the small room. “What’s the matter, Maria?” Liz asked, her voice filled with concern. “No, I’m afraid you have it all wrong. That’s my line. What’s wrong with you?” “Nothing,” said Liz automatically. “Everything’s great.” “Right, try telling it to somebody who doesn’t know you. Maybe they’ll believe you, but I don’t. Now spill.” Liz leaned against the dirt wall, and slid down against it until she came to the floor. She pulled her knees up to her chin, and wrapped her arms around her legs, and sighed. “I don’t know. I guess I really hate the thought of creating anything that could be used to hurt people. I’ve always wanted to be a scientist, but I never dreamed I’d make a weapon. Me, Liz Parker! I go out of my way not to step on bugs, for crying out loud. Today, I threatened a girl, and created a weapon that is supposed to kill all of us.” “Liz this whole thing is changing all of us,” said Maria. “Okay, so you got violent today. That doesn’t mean you’re going turn around and start throwing everybody you meet up against walls, or anything.” “But it’s just weird, you know. It’s so not like me.” “So, it’s not like me to do well in any type of school, and I’m doing it here just to piss off that wench Jara Kobodi,” said Maria. “And as far as that stupid weapon thing goes, it was going to get made no matter what. At least with you involved, we know it’s not going to kill us. Now, how about telling Auntie Maria what’s really wrong. Max is worried about you.” “Why? Did he say something to you?” asked Liz. “He didn’t have to. He’s got a permanent worried frown thing going on every time he looks at you. If he doesn’t watch out, he’s going to get wrinkles.” Liz laughed despite the sadness she was feeling. “I don’t think that’s a primary concern for him, Maria.” “Well, you are a primary concern,” said Maria. “He’s worried about you.” “If Max is worried, Max needs to talk to me about it himself,” said Liz. “That was part of our problem this past year. He wouldn’t talk to me about anything important. He just tried to pretend that nothing was wrong.” “Well, I’m not pretending now,” Max’s voice came from the darkness. “We need to talk.” “That’s my cue to book,” said Maria. She hugged her friend and walked through the darkness to the small room where the others sat. “Talk to me, Liz. Tell me what’s wrong. And don’t give me that crap about the tracking system and you shoving that girl against the wall. It’s more than that. Let’s talk about it, please?” “You listened to us,” Liz accused. “You’re right, I did,” said Max. “I didn’t start out trying to eavesdrop, but when I heard what you were saying, I decided it was better for me to wait. Liz, I don’t want to go back to how we were a year ago. You were so quiet and withdrawn, and I didn’t do anything to help you with that. I know I didn’t. I just kept trying to pretend that everything was all better. It was easier than grieving over our child.” Max sat down on the hard ground next to Liz and took her hand and held it against his chest. “You’re in here, Liz. You, and our baby are locked in my heart. Part of me died when our baby died. Don’t destroy more of my heart by pulling away from me again.” “I’m not trying to Max,” Liz whispered. “I – I just need to focus on something right now, because if I don’t, I start thinking about – about our baby. Oh Max, our baby is dead,” she cried. Max wrapped his arms around her, and she sobbed brokenly into his chest. He held her tightly as her body shook in his arms, heaving as she tried to breath. “Liz,” Max began, stopping when he felt the hot tears coursing down his cheeks. Giving in to the pain he had suppressed, Max cried along with Liz, grieving for the child they had loved, but never gotten to know. <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: 10/7/04 6:36 pm

Post by **Ti88** » Sun Oct 03, 2004 10:13 pm

Traci I hope you are feeling better. It's not evil...its how we feel better. this part was hysterical. guess liz doesn't want max to him him since he'll see the flashes loved these lines “I figured out how to kill us all,”...“I guess I win.” 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 **majiklmoon** » Mon Oct 04, 2004 7:37 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 Sixty – Countdown to Action “Do you think they’re all right back there?” Ava whispered. “I believe that they are finally saying goodbye” Che’koth replied. “Goodbye! Goodbye to who?” asked Zan. “Which one of them is leaving?” “Neither of them is leaving, Zan,” Che’koth said softly. “They are finally saying good bye to the child they lost. And with that, comes grieving.” “I thought they got all of that straightened out back in California?” said Michael. “At least Max told me they had.” “He may have thought they had straightened everything out,” said Kyle, “But both of them were falling apart inside. That’s why Liz threw herself into that weapon project, and why Max was all about getting rid of Kivar. They were focusing on anything except what they needed to focus on.” “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Ava asked her husband. “Because telling all of you wouldn’t have changed anything, and they weren’t ready to hear it,” said Kyle. “It had to happen on it’s own.” “Very good, Kyle, you are becoming very adept at this power you are developing. Not only have you learned to read the emotions of others, you are learning how to use what you’ve learned so that it benefits people.” “Well, it’s not quite as cool as blowing things up,” said Kyle, “But now that I know how to use it, it is pretty useful.” “I think we should probably all start doing something. We don’t want to look like we’re all sitting here waiting for them when they come back,” said Isabel.” “But that’s what we are doing,” said Michael. “Right, Space Boy, but they don’t need to know that’s what we’re doing,” said Maria. “How about we get started on Liz’s banner to hang from the palace?” ________________________________ Max and Liz emerged from the tunnel a short while later, both their faces showed traces of the tears they had shed, but a light shined from their eyes that had been missing for a very long time. Max hugged Liz quickly before going to talk to Michael, while Kyle and Maria came to stand next to Liz. “All right, Chica?” Maria asked. “Better than all right,” said Liz. “Thank you, Maria.” “Don’t thank me yet. What are you getting, Kyle?” “Life is good again,” Kyle answered. “He hugged Liz and whispered, “Don’t do that to us again, okay?” before pulling away to go work with Ava on the banner. “What’s he talking about?” said Liz with a small giggle. “He’s acting weird.” “You have just been given the Kyle Valenti ‘I’m Okay’ seal of approval, that’s what. Kyle filled us in on what was going on.” “Kyle knew?” asked Liz. “And he never said anything? Why?” “Something about it not being time, and it had to come from you,” said Maria. “He’s pretty smart, sometimes. But let’s not tell him that, okay?” “You know it,” said Liz. “So, what are we doing here?” “Working on your banner,” said Maria. “We decided to get it finished so we’re ready whenever D-Day arrives.” “When are we going to do this?” Liz asked the room in general. Everyone turned to look at Max, expectantly, and waited for an answer. “Che’koth, how long will it take to retrieve the troops you left to guard our parents?” Max asked. “If we’re going to go on a full blown offensive, we’re going to need them.” “If I can use the travel devices that Alex has made, almost immediately. If we use the Granolith, it will take at least 24 hours.” “Well, I have twelve made already,” said Alex. “If you need more, it will take another day. Or can you just use what we have made, and do it in shifts?” “We can do it in shifts,” said Che’koth. “All that’s left is to set a definitive date,” said Max. “How about the day after tomorrow?” “Max, it’s after midnight,” said Liz, gently. “Do you mean tomorrow?” “Yeah, I guess I do,” said Max, flushing slightly. “Great, my first decision, and I muffed it.” “You didn’t, Max,” said Liz. “There’s a lot going on, and I just wanted to clarify it, that’s all.” “Okay, so we have a time, now what?” asked Zan. “I’m not sure,” admitted Max. “We divide up,” said Zan, “And each of us covers a different area of the city. You should probably take the palace area,” he added. “You and Liz.” Everyone was silent as they digested the unsaid message in Zan’s words. “You’re the king, I’m nothing,” echoed in his words. “I have an idea,” said Liz.” __________________________________________ “They are here, Kobodi. That’s why our troops on that hideous, backwards planet can’t find them. We’re scouring Earth looking for them, and all the time, they’ve been up here,” said Kivar. “What makes you so certain, Lord Kivar?” asked Kobodi, cringing inwardly at the tongue-lashing or worse he knew he’d receive for his question. Kivar sat heavily in a chair in his planning room and sighed. “Why am I forced to work with such fools,” he said out loud. “The throne,” you imbecile. “The only person who can activate the throne and cause the seal to appear is the king, or a direct blood descendant to the king.” “Perhaps your Queen sat on the throne and caused the seal to appear,” Kobodi ventured. “Don’t you listen, you simpleton?” roared Kivar. “I said the king, or a direct blood descendant. My Queen is not Zan’s descendant. She is his sister. No, he is here, somewhere on Antar. He is the one causing such dissent among the people. We must find him, and kill him. Again!” “It has to be either Ma’nith or Kahtair, the trainees who went to search the throne. Kill them and be done with it,” suggested General Kobodi. Kivar screamed in anger. The sounds of his shouts filled the small room. He threw off an energy bolt at General Kobodi, causing the General to fly across the room and crash into a wall.” “You are the most worthless excuse for an Antarian that I have ever seen!” yelled Kivar. “Where is you mind? Don’t you think before you speak? Explain to me how either one of them could possibly be Zan. Ma’nith is a twin you fool, and we’ve seen him and his brother together. There is no way one of them could be Zan.” “What about Kahtair?” gasped Kobodi. “He could have modified his appearance.” Kobodi screamed in pain as Kivar hit him with another energy bolt, this one stronger than the last. Moaning in pain, he pulled himself to a sitting position and looked at Kivar, struggling to hide the hate he felt coursing through his veins.” “Kahtair is too short to be Zan, you fool,” Kivar ground out between clenched teeth. “He could have modified his outward appearance, but there is no way he could have changed his height. Recall the Aberjani from Earth. There is no need for them to be there. If Zan is here, he’s planning something. I want to be prepared.” Kobodi watched from his position on the floor as Kivar left the room. When his strength returned, he pulled himself up, and teetered precariously to a nearby chair. Collapsing in the chair, he sat heavily, and let his head fall on the table. “Simpleton am I?” he said, his voice filled with hatred. “He is the simpleton. He is going to run off to his little cloned plaything, and he forgets the rumors that two clones of Zan were sent to Earth. “He thinks it can’t be Ma’nith because he’s a twin, but what is he having his scientists develop right now? A clone, a twin for his precious Vilondra. Fine, so be it,” he said. “What’s done is done. No longer will I allow myself to be his whipping boy.” Kobodi pushed himself up with the help of the table, and staggered for the door. As Kivar had tortured him, he came to a decision. He knew that either Ma’nith or Kahtair was Zan. He just had to figure out which one it was, and destroy him. Then, and only then would Kivar recognize that he was an asset, and not a liability. <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: 10/4/04 7:41 pm

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Mon Oct 04, 2004 10:22 pm

I don't know who is dumber, Kobodi for arguing with Kivar, or kivar for being so stupid. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/doh.gif ALT=":doh"> , the answer is right there, coming out of Kobodi's mouth. Why can't you hear it. Of course it's because he is so arrogant that he feels that unless he says it, it can't be true, but man, <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/doh.gif ALT=":doh"> . I'm glad to see Max and Liz starting to heal, and that Kyle is becoming adept at his new power and not letting it overwhelm him. cannot wait for your next update!

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