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

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Tue Sep 07, 2004 4:08 pm

He is a evil loser. Can't wait to see how they do away with him. I hope Isabelle can pull herself together and face him! <div style="text-align:center"> Family is there because they have to be, friends are there because they want to be.</div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Sep 07, 2004 10:15 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 – Weather the Storm “Something’s wrong,” Alex said, pushing his unappetizing food around on his plate. “I take it when you say something’s wrong, you mean something besides the food,” said Kyle, setting his plate down across from his friend. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a strip of beef jerky. “Want some?” “Man, no,” said Alex in disgust. “That stuff is as disgusting as this crap. What are you doing here, anyhow? I thought you guys were playing GI Joe or something.” “We are, but after you get killed, you get to come in for lunch. I got killed, so here I am,” smiled Kyle. “I’m glad you can be so cheerful right now, with everything that’s going on?” “Relax, will you,” said Kyle. “I can’t,” Alex said softly. “I just know that something’s wrong.” “How?” asked Kyle. “Did she contact you or something?” “No, she didn’t,” Alex said. “But I just have this feeling, you know? She’s afraid, and she hurts, and there isn’t anything I can do about it.” Alex banged his fist on the table in frustration, causing the people sitting nearby to stare. “Calm down, Alex,” Kyle said. He looked around, and glared at several of the students who were still watching their table to see what would happen next. “The last thing any of us need it to draw any unnecessary attention to ourselves.” “Sorry,” said Alex. “It’s just that I feel helpless. She’s in there, with that monster, and I can’t do a thing about it.” “You got that right,” muttered Kyle. “He is a monster.” “Yeah, what do you know about it?” Alex asked, almost belligerently. “It’s not like you were here before. You don’t know what Kivar is capable of.” “Yeah well, you’re wrong,” said Kyle. “I do know, and it’s killing me. I saw what he did to Ava, and it was horrible.” “What do you mean, you saw?” asked Alex. “Don’t you mean Ava told you?” “No, I mean I saw. Ava won’t even access the memories of her other self. Neither will Zan, Max or Michael. They don’t want to know what happened to them, and I can’t say that I blame them.” “Then how do you know?” asked Alex, clearly perplexed. “I talked to Che’koth about it a little,” explained Kyle. “When it was my turn to do that memory thing, it seems as though there was a small power surge, and I got access to the memories of the royal four.” “Wow,” said a speechless Alex. “Yeah, some wow,” said Kyle. “Before I really understood what was going on, I saw what happened to Ava, so don’t tell me I’m not capable of knowing what that bastard can do. I know better than anyone else what he can do.” “Then tell me,” said Alex. “Is Isabel in danger?” “Yeah. Yeah, she is,” said Kyle, his voice grim. Michael dived under a hail of energy bolts and rolled under a low ledge and tried to catch his breath. “Damn,” he said out loud. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear those were live energy bolts.” He took a breath, and clambered out from under the ledge and ran for the cover provided by a small stand of trees. “Hey,” a disembodied voice said. Michael whipped around and found Zan standing behind him. “If I were the enemy, you’d be dead now.” “Yeah, so sue me,” said Michael. “Or better yet, kill me so I can go into lunch. I’m starving. Kyle had the right idea, getting killed so early.” “I don’t know,” said Zan, firing an energy bolt at an approaching enemy soldier. “Kyle was kind of freaked. He wouldn’t give me any details, but he said Alex was upset, and something was wrong with Isabel. He told me he wanted to get inside with Alex and make sure he was okay.” “What’s up with him?” asked Michael, dodging an energy bolt. “The other day, he told me not to worry so much about Maria, that she’d be okay. Is he turning into a psychic or something?” “I don’t now,” said a clearly exasperated Zan. “Look can we deal with this another time, we’re kind of surrounded on all sides right now.” “Shit, how the hell did that happen?” asked Michael as he fired energy bolts at the oncoming enemy soldiers. “Why the fuck aren’t these guys dying!” he shouted in frustration. Michael spun around and saw a soldier creeping up on Zan. “Look out!” Michael cried. He threw himself into the air, knocking Zan to the ground, getting struck by a mock energy bolt in the process. Michael pulled himself into a sitting position, noting the flashing badge on his chest. “Yeah, yeah, I know,” he said, addressing the badge. “I’m dead. I get it. You can stop flashing now.” Zan reached down and grabbed Michael’s arm and pulled him to a standing position. “What the hell did you do that for?” he demanded. “You’d still be alive if you hadn’t tried to play hero.” “Shut up,” grumbled Michael. “I don’t know why I did it.” He stormed off out of the stand of trees towards the school.” “Stupid shit,” said Zan, watching Michael walk away. He shrugged his shoulders and began firing at the approaching soldiers, all thoughts of Michael, and his sacrifice, quickly fading from his mind. “Interesting,” said General Kobodi, standing in front of the observation screen. “Very interesting.” “Lord Kivar,” said the Ambassador. “Allow me to present our newest recruit from the Training Academy, Isadra Mylinga. Isadra, please greet Lord Kivar, and Queen Vilondra,” instructed the Ambassador. Isabel blanched, but forced herself to greet the monster that had killed her. “Greetings Lord Kivar,” she said. “It is an honor to make the acquaintance of both you, and your lovely Queen.” She bowed down low first to Kivar, and then to the woman standing next to him. “The Ambassador speaks very highly of you,” said Kivar, inclining his head in Isabel’s direction. “If he thinks you are an asset to our diplomatic corp, it is a high honor indeed.” “Thank you, Lord Kivar. I will do my best not to disappoint him,” murmured Isabel, keeping her eyes downcast. “Good day to you,” said Kivar, walking away. Isabel watched as he walked away, her doppelganger trailing along behind him. “Well, what did you think, Isadra?” the Ambassador asked. “Think about what?” she asked, stalling for time. “Don’t be obtuse, Isadra,” snapped the Ambassador. “I expect better from you. “What did you think of Lord Kivar, and Queen Vilondra?” Isabel hurriedly combed through the memories that filled her head, looking for the perfect wording to answer the ambassador’s question. “I think Lord Kivar is a very strong man who will do whatever it takes to ensure his vision for Antar,” said Isabel. “Excellent,” said the Ambassador with a grin. “Isadra, you will do very well in the diplomatic corp. You managed to answer my question, without allowing a single iota of your feelings to creep into the answer. Your answer was vague without being wishy-washy. Yes, indeed, I have chosen very well.” Isabel smiled at the Ambassador, while her eyes remained on Kivar as he made his way back to his throne, the Queen, ever silent, trailing along behind him. <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: 9/7/04 10:18 pm

Post by **splatty** » Tue Sep 07, 2004 11:28 pm

Oh gosh, I'm glad Isabel performed well. But I'm worried about General Kobodi. What does he think he knows from Michael's actions? <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> And oh yeah, go Kyle. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> Great update. <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 **Ti88** » Wed Sep 08, 2004 12:05 am

great new part. i knew isabel would do fine. kyle like an empath now. oh man this could get funny and crazy. so michel is still protecting his king...even if its zan. i feel like the pod squad s time grows short 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

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Post by **majiklmoon** » Mon Sep 13, 2004 9:53 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. Tomorrow’s Yet to Come Chapter Forty-One – Score One For Our Side Maria sat doodling, while Jara Kobodi lectured the class. The memory implant done by Che’koth meant that Maria didn’t need to pay attention while the fat slob lectured. Jara held up a plant and asked for a volunteer to list the medicinal properties. Maria looked around the room and saw several hands shoot up, but none faster than Ava’s. It’s different for Ava, she thought to herself. She missed out on so much, living the way she did. School is still a novelty to her. Jara Kobodi looked past Ava to where her favorite pet Grenla sat with her arm raised. Jara nodded at Grenla, and the girl recited the medicinal properties of the plant. “Excellent, excellent,” Jara said. “Perfect as always, Grenla.” Maria turned around and looked at Ava, whose face mirrored her own shocked feelings. Grenla’s answer was wrong. Without thinking, Maria raised her hand and called out to Jara Kobodi. “Excuse me, Jara Kobodi, but I don’t understand,” Maria said. “Mira?” queried Jara Kobodi. “Why am I not surprised? What is it you do not understand? Grenla’s answer was very simply stated. I would think even you would not have any problems understanding her.” “I’m not understanding,” Maria said, her voice hardened by anger. “Because I think she’s wrong. I believe the medicinal properties of that particular plant are more related to the throat and for coughs, and not for ailments of the digestive track. Unless,” Maria added, her voice sickeningly sweet, “that is, you gave us the wrong information in your lecture last week?” “What?” blustered Jara Kobodi, pawing through her notes. “Oh, yes, well, I see. Yes, Mira, that is correct.” Maria turned around and smiled at Grenla, whose eyes had protruded so far out of her head, she looked like a giant frog. “Class dismissed,” snapped Jara Kobodi. “Mira, please speak to me after class.” Maria sat and watched as the students filed out of the room, one by one. Ava hung back, and gave her a worried look, but Maria smiled reassuringly and motioned for her to leave. “Yes, Jara Kobodi, what is it I can do for you?” Maria asked. “Do not ever correct me again!” shouted Jara Kobodi, slamming the door. “The nerve of you, a student, correcting me, an instructor, in front of the class. I will see to it that you leave the Training Academy immediately!” “Why?” Maria asked, quietly. “You would prefer that we are given misinformation?” “Enough of your insolent cheek!” roared Jara Kobodi. “I will see to it that you are discharged from this learning establishment immediately.” “Okay,” Maria said. “Feel perfectly free to do that, and I will feel perfectly free to report what a biased, vile, wretched instructor you really are.” Jara Kobodi reached out and slapped Maria across the face, just as the door opened. Jara Kobodi looked up and saw the head of the Training Academy walk in, accompanied by Plash Nevenia, Liz and Ava. “Jara Kobodi!” shouted Derago Kavron, the head of the Training Academy, shouted. “We do not strike students. It is strictly forbidden.” “This student, if you can call her that,” spat Jara Kobodi. “Was insolent, and rude. She is lazy, and disrespectful, and she doesn’t belong in an educational facility such as this.” “We are talking about this young woman?” asked Derago Kavron, pointing at Maria. “Are you sure?” “Of course I am sure, Derago,” Jara Kobodi said. “In fact, she just tried to correct me in front of the entire class.” “That’s because you were wrong,” Ava said, speaking up. She turned to Derago and Plash Nevenia to explain. “She asked for the medicinal properties of a particular plant, and chose a student to give the answer. The answer given was incorrect, but Jara Kobodi accepted it as correct. Mira simply stated that she was confused, listed the correct medicinal properties of the plant, and reminded Jara Kobodi that she herself had given us that very information in a lecture last week.” Is this correct?” Derago Kavron asked Jara Kobodi. “Yes, but she was still disrespectful, and I demand that she be removed from the program!” she shouted. “Obviously that one,” she pointed at Ava, “knew that her friend had overstepped her bounds, and ran to you to help her out of this mess. Well I won’t stand for it. I want her, no the both of them, out of this school, immediately. “Jara Kobodi, control yourself,” Derago Kavron said, sharply. “You are not acting in a manner befitting an instructor of the Training Academy. You are embarrassing yourself in front of these people.” He turned and pointed to Plash, Liz and Ava. “I have brought these people here to share some wonderful news, and I find you acting like a harridan. Now I suggest you control yourself, before you embarrass yourself any more than you already have.” “News, what news?” demanded Jara Kobodi. “Unless it is news of their removal from the school, I am not interested!” “You will sit down, and you will listen,” thundered Derago Kavron. “We shall meet to discuss your attitude at a later date, Jara Kobodi, but for now, I have some news to share. Plash Nevenia and I have just completed tests on the substance created by these three girls, and I am happy to announce that they have created a medicine that will aid in the destruction of infection. It’s exactly what we were hoping for when Plash Nevenia came to me with the suggestion for the two groups working together.” Derago Kavron turned, his hands clasped and smiled at the three girls who by now, had moved to stand by one another. He beamed at them as he told them they would have the honor of naming the new medicine. “Ah, um,” stammered Maria, she turned and looked at Ava, her feelings of panic clearly visible in her eyes. Ava just stared back, unable to come up with a name other than penicillin. “Fleming,” said Liz, triumphantly. “We’re calling it Fleming.” “What a grand idea,” the head of the Training Academy practically gushed. “Taking its name from the ancient Vendrian word for destruction. I love it. Ladies, not only have you brought honor to yourselves, and the Training Academy with your discovery, you have provided a great service to all of Antar. We will talk more of this great discovery of yours at a later date, but for now, I have other business to attend to.” He glared at Jara Kobodi. “Plash Nevenia, Jara Kobodi, I want to see the two of you in my office, NOW! I believe that there are quite few things that we need to discuss,” he said, directing his comment to Jara Kobodi. “And I expect you to help shed some light on a few issues,” he added, looking expectantly at Plash.” ************************************* Jara Kobodi stormed out of Derago Kavron’s office, ready to explode. There was something wrong with those two girls; she just knew it. They were going to be thrown out of the Training Academy if it was the last thing she did. Jara flung the door of the living quarters provided to her and her husband by the Training Academy. Because of her husband’s position in Lord Kivar’s Army, the quarters were larger than any of the other instructors’ quarters. She lowered her heavy body into a chair, and stared broodingly out the window. She ignored the opening of the door behind her that signaled the arrival of her husband, while she dwelled over her interview with Derago Kavron. There has to be some way to get rid of those two vile students, she thought to herself. Something she could use to destroy them. Perhaps she’d find something in their student files, she mused to herself. “Are you listening?” her husband asked. “I’m sorry,” Jara Kobodi said. “My mind was wandering. What did you say?” “I said a most peculiar thing happened during today’s training exercise. One of the new Aberjani threw himself in front of another to protect him from an energy bolt.” “You find that interesting?” Jara Kobodi asked. “Why? Perhaps they are friends.” “Perhaps,” agreed General Kobodi. “And yet, still, I am amazed. For I haven’t seen such a self sacrificing maneuver since General Rath threw himself in front of the energy blast I threw at King Zan.” <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: 9/13/04 9:55 pm

Post by **Ti88** » Tue Sep 14, 2004 12:15 am

oh crap. the jig is up 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

Anonymous · Post by **Anonymous** » Tue Sep 14, 2004 1:18 pm

The proverbial sh*t is going to hit the fan, isn't it. I knew there would be some serious repercussions from what Michael did. Now, why does that evil woman hate Maria and Ava so much. There has to be something more to it than what we are seeing. Thanks for the great update, and please update again soon. <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

Post by **roswellkitkat** » Tue Sep 14, 2004 6:36 pm

What an absolutely vile woman. I hope she gets wha'ts coming to her too! Awesome updates! <div style="text-align:center"> When I am out there, in time, I am inverted, changed into a desperate version of myself.</div>

Post by **majiklmoon** » Tue Sep 14, 2004 10:36 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-Two – Serious Repercussions “He did what?” Max roared. “Of all the stupid, idiotic, asinine things to do. Throwing himself in front of a blast meant for you has got to be the most ridiculous thing Michael has ever done.” “Gee, thanks, Max, I didn’t know you cared quite so much,” said Zan, leaning against a wall. “Don’t be stupid,” said Max. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it. Saving somebody like that is something an Aberjani so wouldn’t do. Why would he do something so stupid?” “Maybe because he didn’t want me to die?” Zan asked dryly. “Jesus, will you chill?” snapped Max. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it, so stop giving me shit! I mean, no Aberjani would ever sacrifice himself for another. Michael did nothing but draw attention to us, and it’s going to cause problems for us. I know it.” “Don’t have such a freak out, Max. Maybe we can spin this to our benefit,” said Zan. “Right,” said Max, his voice dripping with scorn. “Or we could just wear signs that say ‘Hi, we’re the cloned Royal Family,’ to make it easier for them to hunt us down and kill us.” “Look, if you want to sit here and worry about things that just aren’t going to happen, be my guest,” said Zan. “I’m hungry, and I’m going down to dinner. If you have half a brain, and I know you do, because I do, and you’re me, you’ll come with me, we’ll find the others, an figure out a way to use this to our benefit.” “You are such an ass,” said Max, a small grin appearing on his face. “So I guess I must be too. Lets go get something to eat and figure out how we’re going to fix this mess. Just don’t say anything to the others until we’re all together, okay?” “Okay,” replied Zan. “Let’s jam!” Max looked across the dining hall to where Liz sat, chatting animatedly with Maria, and Ava. Isabel sat with them smiling occasionally, but was far more subdued. Liz caught his eye and gave him a lascivious smile, which caused his blood to boil. Max felt his face begin to burn, but he held onto his composure long enough to wink at Liz. He turned away and searched for the table where Michael and the others were sitting. Kyle stood part way up and waved to Max, signaling for him to join him. Max gave a half wave, and made his way over to where his friends were sitting. “Hey,” said Kyle. “Did you have fun playing soldier today?” “I won, so yeah, I guess I did,” said Max. “What happened to you?” “I got hungry, so I let myself get killed early. Besides, Alex needed to talk to me.” “Kyle, can you think of anything besides food?” Max asked with a laugh. “Yeah, I can think about what has you so jazzed off,” said Kyle. “Why the inner freak fest, Max? And don’t tell me it’s because of the little mind game Liz just played with you.” “I thought you weren’t going to say anything,” Max said, glaring at Zan. “I didn’t,” said Zan, holding up his hands. “Honest.” “Well you must have,” Max said, trying to be reasonable, “If Kyle knows already.” “Relax, Max,” said Kyle. “Nobody said anything. It’s just pretty obvious that you’re wound tighter than a slinky. What gives?” Max just stared at Kyle, wondering when his friend had become so observant. Kyle was a lot of things, but he’d never been the compassionate, touchy feely type. “I think Max is concerned about what happened during our GI Joe games today,” Zan said, diplomatically. “Yeah, it was a total mistake,” Michael said. “But I didn’t think. I just reacted to it.” “What happened, what was a total mistake?” asked Alex, clearly confused. “Zan was about to get killed today in a mock training exercise, and I threw myself in front of the energy bolt and saved him,” Michael said, his voice grim. “It was a stupid thing to do, and I don’t even know why I did it.” “Ah, you saved a friend,” said Alex. “Since when is that a bad thing?” “Since it’s something the Aberjani would never do,” said Max. “They are so not team players. But Zan has some idea of how we can use this to our advantage,” Max added. “Yeah, well before we get into that,” interrupted Kyle. “Alex, I think you need to go check in with Isabel. She’s really bummed about something.” “How do you know?” asked Alex, looking across the hall to where Isabel sat. “Did she tell you? And why are you just waiting until now to tell me?” Kyle sighed heavily, and rubbed his forehead. “No, she didn’t tell me. I haven’t talked to her since last night. But look at her. She isn’t eating, she isn’t talking, and her hair is falling out of that twisty thing, and she hasn’t done anything about it.” “You’re right,” said Alex in amazement, looking over at Isabel. “She looks like hell. Okay, guys, I’m out of here. I’m going to bring Isabel downstairs and talk to her. I’ll see you all there later on, right?” Zan and Michael nodded, and Kyle smiled wearily, signifying his agreement, but Max just stared at Kyle, noting for the first time, how tired and drawn his friend looked. “So, what’s the plan?” asked Michael. “Cause I’m thinking, if anybody saw what I did, we’re in a complete and total world of hurt.” “Well, we’re supposed to go back out again tomorrow, right?” Zan asked. “Well I was thinking, if all of us started trying to save other people, it might throw suspicion off of what Michael did. But the thing is, I don’t think we’d better try and save each other. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves in that way, but if we start saving other trainees, maybe it will throw them off our tails.” Zan sat back nervously and waited while the others thought about his suggestion. He wasn’t big on the whole teamwork thing. It was still hard for him to open up and be as trusting as the others were. He felt as if he was laying his soul on the line as he waited for their opinions. “That’s a great idea!” Max said. “In fact, if we take it one step further and try and ‘save’ some of the students that General Kobodi favors, and a couple of the students that usually aren’t as successful, it may throw them totally off.” “Speaking of which,” said Kyle. He lifted his chin, using it to point to the front of the room where General Kobodi stood staring out over the students. “He’s here, and he is pissed. Michael, I’d suggest you get the hell out of here, now.” Michael opened his mouth to argue, saw the look on Kyle’s face and thought better of it. He grabbed his plate and slipped out the side door before the General noticed him. “He is really ripped,” said Kyle, staring intently at the General. “But not just at Michael.” “Kyle, what the hell are you talking about?” asked Max. “How can you know he’s mad, and who he’s mad at? It makes no sense.” “It does to me, and right now, I think we’d all better get out of here. Max, I want you to take Ava out of here right now. While you’re over there, tell Liz to come sit with me, and Maria to meet Zan over by the windows. It’s not much, but it may confuse him a bit.” “Kyle, I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but I think you’ve snapped or something,” said Max. “Yeah, great, fine, I’ve snapped. Now shut the fuck up and do what I tell you,” whispered Kyle. Max stared at Kyle. In all the years that they had known each other, he’d never seen him act like this. Max simply nodded and walked across the dining hall to where Ava and the others sat. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. She looked confused but nodded and grabbed her belongings and stood up. She leaned over to Liz and Maria and whispered something and giggled loudly, smiled adoringly, and followed Max out of the room. A troubled and confused Liz and Maria both stood up and grabbed their possessions. Maria walked over to the large windows where Zan stood waiting for her, and Liz crossed the hall and sat at the table that was now occupied only by Kyle. She slid into the seat next to him, and looked closely at her friend. “Kyle, oh my God, Kyle, are you okay?” she asked, her voice filled with panic. “You aren’t looking too great. What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” said Kyle, the sweat beading on his face. “Listen, can you not think so loud or something?” “Not think so loud?” Liz asked, puzzled. “What do you mean? Kyle, are you reading my thoughts?” “Not your thoughts, no, but your emotions, I think. I can usually block them out, but when I’m with you guys, it gets kind of overwhelming.” “Come on, let’s get you out of here,” Liz said. She slipped her arm around Kyle’s waist and helped him up. “Come on Valenti, make it look like you love me. Put your arm around my waist, will you.” Kyle slipped his arm around Liz’s waist, and the two walked out of the dining hall under the angry glance of General Kobodi. <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>

MagickFantasy86 · Post by **MagickFantasy86** » Wed Sep 15, 2004 8:47 pm

Oh no. Me thinks the shit hath hitteth the fan-eth. Kobodi's earlier words and his recent actions are not boding well and with his wife on Maria, Liz and Ava's case as well. Oh no. And what's with Kyle? So he's sort of an empath, does that mean the others will be as well, or is this because their even more connected then before? So many questions, and I can't wait for them to be answered. Alex<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo">

Post by **majiklmoon** » Wed Sep 15, 2004 10:29 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 – Three – I’m a Betazoid? Kyle paused slightly as the walked passed General Kobodi, but Liz used every last bit of strength she possessed to almost drag him out of the room. “Come on Valenti, work with me here,” she hissed under her breath. “I can feel the anger pouring off of him,” Kyle said. It’s coming off of him in waves; hot angry red waves of energy. He’s pissed, really, really pissed.” “Great, Counselor Troi, can we save this for later, please?” Liz asked. “Kyle, I want you to focus on some of your Buddha stuff, be a tree growing in the woods or something. Stop paying attention to what I’m thinking or feeling, and get your ass in gear and walk!” Liz’s words were enough to cause Kyle to block out as much external stimuli as possible and to start putting some weight on his legs. He kept his eyes shut tightly, and allowed Liz to guide him down to the hidden room. Outside the door, he stopped and looked at Liz, his eyes filled with pain. “I don’t think I can go in there,” he whispered. “Isabel is so upset, and she’s trying to hold it in, and keep it from Alex. She needs to let him know what’s upsetting her. The more she tries to keep it in, the more she’s hurting herself, and him.” “And you, from the sounds of it,” said Liz, softly. “Well, I’m not leaving you out here. How about if we get you in there, and take you right through to the tunnel. Maybe if you’re not in the room with them, and can just sit, and meditate or something, and we can figure out something to help you.” “I’ll try,” said Kyle, “But Liz, I have to tell you, I’m scared as hell to walk in there.” “You’ll be okay,” said Liz, trying to keep her voice on and calm even pitch. Just keep your eyes shut and think flowing water, or blowing breeze, or whatever, okay?” “Love the way you sum up my religious beliefs, Liz,” Kyle said, with a grin that was a pale imitation of his usual open smile. “Yeah, yeah, shut up, Buddha and lets get moving,” said Liz. She opened the door to their room and rushed Kyle through and directly into the tunnel. Max jumped up, wordlessly, and ran to Kyle’s other side, and helped Liz half lead, half carry him. “Liz, what’s wrong with him?” Ava asked, worriedly trailing along behind them. “I’ll explain everything in a second,” said Liz. “But right now, you need to get out of here, and keep everyone out of the tunnel.” “Liz, he’s my husband, I need to stay with him,” Ava said, her voice agitated. “And right now, he needs you to be away from him, Ava,” Liz said, trying to keep her voice calm. “Right now, Kyle needs quiet, and he needs for all of us to stay calm, and not get worked up emotionally. I promise, I’ll be out in a minute to explain everything.” Ava left reluctantly and Max and Liz got Kyle settled against the smooth dirt walls of the tunnel. “Okay, Valenti, you’re a leaf, floating down a babbling brook, got it?” said Liz. “I’ll be back to check on you in a bit. Max come on, Kyle doesn’t need us here right now.” Her friends verbally assaulted Liz when she and Max exited the tunnel and rejoined the group in the hidden room. Demands to know what was wrong filled the room. “Shut up, all of you,” Liz said, trying to maintain a calm even tone. “Everyone needs to sit down, and try their damnedest to remain calm while I try and explain this.” Liz waited until everyone had sat down, and she herself went to sit beside Ava, and take her hand and squeeze it gently. “Kyle’s okay,” Liz said. “But for some reason, he’s developed a power that puts him in tune with people’s emotions.” “Kind of like Deanna Troi on Next Generation,” said Alex and Michael simultaneously. “Exactly like that, I guess. Kyle said he can block them out pretty much, but when he’s around us, it’s harder for him to do. I think, too, if someone is suppressing emotion, or trying to contain it, he feels it pretty strong, because we walked past General Kobodi, and Kyle kept saying he could feel waves of anger pouring off the guy, but if you looked at him, he looked like he didn’t have a care in the world.” “How can we fix it?” Ava asked. “Max, can you heal it?” “I don’t think so, Ava,” Max said, gently. “It’s not like there is anything wrong with him. We’re going to have to find another way to deal with it.” “Yeah, well, I’ve got a lot on my mind, so maybe I’d better just get out of here, then,” said Isabel, standing up. “Isabel, what happened to your face?” Liz asked, momentarily distracted by the changes in Isabel’s appearance. “Oh, uh, nothing,” Isabel said. “I just decided I wanted a new look, that’s all. “That’s not all,” Kyle gasped, leaning against the entrance to the tunnel. “Something happened today, and it’s tearing you apart. Unless you want it to tear me apart, you’d better tell everyone what’s going on.” “No! I don’t want to talk about it,” Isabel said, vehemently. “Isabel,” Alex said, softly, putting his arm around her. “You have to. It’s obvious that you’re upset about something, and Kyle can feel it too. You shouldn’t keep it all bottled up inside.” “I, I saw Kivar today,” Isabel blurted out in a rush. “Did he recognize you?” Max asked, his face a worried mask. “No, I don’t think so, but there’s something else. He had someone with him, today. It, it was me!” “You’re not making sense, Isabel,” Maria said. “If you were there, how could you be with him.” “I’m telling you,” Isabel said, her voice filled with agitation. “He’s claiming to be married to Queen Vilondra. I saw her, and she looked exactly like me! I’m pretty positive I have a good idea of what I look like, Maria!” Liz looked over at Kyle, and watched as the pain on his face eased as Isabel confessed what was bothering her. She slipped away from the group and walked over to where he leaned against the wall. “You okay?” she asked, softly. “Yeah. Once Isabel got that out, it was like a tremendous pressure was lifted off of me. I mean, everyone in this room has things their worried about, and I can feel it, but nothing was as powerful as the emotions Isabel was trying to contain. Liz, I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this. It’s hard.” “Come on over here and sit down,” Liz said, leading Kyle to a chair. “Maybe Che’koth has some idea of what we can do to help you.” Kyle sat wearily in the chair, and Ava came over and perched carefully on its arm and began to stroke Kyle’s head. The others joined them and began to discuss Isabel’s revelation, struggling to keep their emotions in check, and talk in calm, measured tones. “Who do you think it is?” Zan asked. “Could it possibly be Lonnie?” “No way,” said Alex, stroking Isabel’s hair. “She was about as dead as you could possibly be when we put her in the Granolith. And,” he added, “She had been dead for a few hours before that happened. He couldn’t have resurrected her. Antar doesn’t have that type of technology.” “What did she say, Isabel?” Max asked. “Did she talk to you at all?” “That was the creepy thing, she didn’t say a word,” said Isabel. “She just trailed along behind Kivar like an adoring puppy or something. She never said a thing.” “We need to talk to Che’koth,” Max said. “Anybody have any idea of how to get in contact with him?” “We don’t have to,” said Maria, her face suffused with color. “He’s meeting me here later tonight.” “What?” exploded Michael. “Why?” “Because we’re working on something, Space Boy, that’s why. Do you have a problem with that?” “I do if you’re working on something that’s going to put you in danger,” said Michael. “Well, it’s not,” Maria said defiantly. “You don’t have to worry about me, Michael Guerin. I can take care of myself.” “I’m not worried about you,” said Michael with small grin, trying to diffuse the situation. “I’m more concerned about the after effects of Hurricane Maria on poor Che’koth. “I’m surviving just fine, General,” said Che’koth from the tunnel passageway. “But all of you seem to be in great distress. How may I help?” Alex and Isabel began to tell Che’koth about the Isabel clone that was parading around the palace, while Liz and Ava tried to bring Kyle’s dilemma to his attention. The noise level grew louder and louder until a piercing whistle filled the air. “Cool it, all of you!” shouted Zan. “Give the man a chance to think, and to hear you. Isabel, you have the freak factor, but I think we need to address Kyle’s situation first. He’s suffering from physical pain, yours is only mental.” “Listen to Zan going all king like,” Maria whispered to Michael. “It’s almost like having Max in stereo. Oh wait, it is exactly like having Max in stereo.” “Che’koth, what’s wrong with Kyle?” Ava asked. “He’s feeling all these emotions from other people.” “Interesting,” said Che’koth. “Kyle, do you remember when we talked about the power surge that happened when you memories were being supplemented?” “Yeah,” said Kyle. “Something I so wish had never happened.” “Well, apparently I was wrong, the power surge didn’t cause the extra memories, your powers caused the power surge. Empathic powers do sometimes occur, but not often. It seems as though this was a power you were going to develop, and the supplemental memory speeded the process. Had it occurred naturally, you would have learned how to cope, and suppress the pain you are feeling. You haven’t been given that chance, but I think, if you search your memories, you will find the techniques are stored. You only need to work on them. We will talk more later, but now, let me hear what is bothering Isabel.” At the sound of her name, Isabel got up and began to pace nervously around the room. She related her experience in the Royal Palace, and the shock she felt at seeing another replica of herself walking around. “This news is quite alarming,” Che’koth admitted. “We had all heard the news that Kivar claimed to have wed Vilondra, but I wasn’t concerned because I knew it wasn’t possible.” “Well, I saw her, me, I mean her,” said a clearly confused Isabel. “She was there, plain the nose on our face. Who is she, Che’koth? Is it Lonnie, did she survive somehow?” “I’m not sure, Princess,” Che’koth admitted. “The matter bears some looking in to. I’ll get on it right away. Maria,” he added, turning towards the other girl. “I’m afraid this will delay the next stage of your plan, is that alright with you?” “Of course,” said Maria, though her face clearly showed her disappointment. “All right Maria, spill it!” said Michael. “What plan, what’s going on? Che’koth, what’s going on?” “You did not know?” Che’koth asked. “Your wife lead me to believe you, what was the phrase she used, oh yes, you had her back on this one.” <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** » Wed Sep 15, 2004 11:18 pm

i have to say i'm impressed but come on. what is with the way you ended it? maria is in trouble. i don't what they are up too, but i can't wait to read how she gets out of this one. kyle seems to be getting the bum end of the stick. first everyone's memories and now this. i'm glad ava didn't get defensive when liz was helping. and yes isabel you can't keep stuff from alex. stereo max. scarey and funny. love the gen reference. her son was hot. can't wait for more. 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** » Thu Sep 16, 2004 9:46 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 - Four – Coming Together “Okay, look, it isn’t really important,” said Maria. “Remember how we had kind of talked about some way to rally the people. Get them involved. Well, I decided to get that started on my own, with Che’koth’s help.” “The song,” said Alex. “Maria, it’s brilliant. How have you been getting it all over the city?” “That’s where Che’koth came in,” Maria said. “We both agreed that it probably wouldn’t be safe for me to be wandering the streets at all hours, so he recruited some of the rebels to help.” “Maria, I apologize,” said Michael, stunning the room into complete and total silence. “What?” he said, looking around the room at the amazed faces of his friends. “I can’t be wrong?” “And admit it?” said Max. “Not usually.” “Jerk,” said Michael, punching him in the arm. “Maria, why didn’t you just tell us about it?” “I just wanted this to be mine, you know?” Maria said, looking at Michael. “You guys have your soldier stuff. Liz and Alex are working on that weapon thing, and the guidance system for it. Isabel is doing that diplomatic thing, and Ava is totally loving the whole being in school thing. I’m just here, doing nothing.” “Well, you’re wrong about totally doing nothing,” Max said. “Maria, you’re a part of us, and we’re a part of you. We’re stronger together than apart. If you weren’t here, we’d be weaker, and could possibly be in danger. But, I like your plan, and I think you should keep it up. How can we help?” “You want to help?” Maria asked. “You believe that it’s a good idea?” “Of course we do, Maria. “I saw what you came out with out in the city today, but honestly, I forgot all about it after my adventure in the palace. But don’t forget, we all helped get the first part of your message out,” said Isabel. “Why didn’t you think we’d be on board for the rest of it?” “Because I’m not usually plan girl,” admitted Maria. “I kind of thought you were just humoring me.” “With the reaction we got here in school, and in the market place?” Michael asked, incredulously. “We were so NOT humoring you, Maria.” “But nobody seemed interested in going any further with it,” said Maria. “It kind of got shoved to the back burner with everything that was going on,” admitted Max. “But Maria, you stepped right up and kept it going! You were awesome. What’s your next step?” Maria sat back, and looked at her friends who watching her intently, waiting for her to lay out the next step of her plan. It was a new feeling for her, and she found that she liked it very much. “Well, the last thing I put out was “We can’t afford to be innocent. Stand up and face the enemy,” Maria said. “It’s a do or die situation, we will be invincible,” Alex finished. “It’s perfect Maria, just perfect.” “Count me in, too,” said Kyle, walking across the room with Che’koth. “You okay?” Liz asked, while Ava jumped up and ran over to hug her husband. “Yeah,” said Kyle. “Che’koth helped me to access the information I needed to deal with the overwhelming emotions I was feeling. Funny thing is, Liz, it’s pretty much what you were telling me to do anyhow. Focus on emptying my mind. A lot of what he showed me is very similar to the Buddhist way of life, so I should be okay.” “Hey, uh, Che’koth,” Zan said awkwardly, directly addressing the Antarian for the first time. “Are all of us going to develop new powers, or just Liz, Maria and Alex?” “We’re not sure,” admitted Che’koth. “Don’t forget, this experience is new for all of us. I would assume that the powers that you have will grow stronger, and the possibility does exist for you to develop more powers. What all of you have to remember is you have the memories of the collective conscious in you to draw upon. The knowledge is there, but you have to search your minds for it. Now, if you will excuse me, Majesties, I am going to try and gather some information about the woman in the palace. Maria, now that Michael, truly does ‘have your back,’ I can assume that the next package will be at the end of the tunnel later this evening?” Maria nodded, and smiled at Che’koth, while Isabel jumped up from where she was sitting, and ran over to Che’koth. “Thank you Che’koth,” Isabel said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.” Che’koth looked at her, trying to disguise the emotion in his eyes. “Have you never thought, Isabel, that if it weren’t for me you wouldn’t even be in this situation?” “Of course we would have,” said Isabel. “We can’t assume our enemies wouldn’t have found us. At least, because of you, we know what we’re up against.” “You are very kind, Isabel. I am pleased to serve you in any way that I can,” said Che’koth, bowing his head. He carefully removed his hand from Isabel’s, and turned quickly and walked through the tunnel. Once he was out of site, he stopped and wiped a tear from his eye. “Take care, my daughter,” he whispered. The morning sun rose slowly over the mist covered training area. The Aberjani trainees marched, single file over the dew covered grass. Some were still yawning, and all of them longed for breakfast. “What is the meaning of this!” roared General Kobodi, looking around the grounds of the Aberjani training area. Every tree, every large boulder, every wall had hundreds of papers attached to it. He grabbed one and read it, and his face turned a deep crimson. “We can’t afford to be innocent. Stand up and face the enemy. It’s a do or die situation. We will be invincible!” he read. “Who put this here?” he shouted to the assembled Aberjani trainees. “I demand that someone give me an answer!” “General Kobodi,” said one of the trainees. “If you please, is there anything else on the paper that would help us to identify the culprit?” “Never mind that!” blustered the General. “Forget about it. Prepare for the training exercise, and I don’t want to see ANYBODY even look at one of these papers!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a communicator, and barked some orders into it. Within minutes, the Aberjani swept into the training area and began to remove the papers. Michael watched with a grin as the Aberjani trainees surreptitiously grabbed leaflets and stuffed them into their pocket. “Wow, is he pissed beyond all belief,” said Kyle, walking over to where Michael stood. “Is your new power telling you that?” Michael asked. “No, the fact that his face is as red as a bottle of ketchup is telling me that,” laughed Kyle. “I worked all night on the stuff Che’koth showed me, and I’m actually getting pretty good at blocking all the crap that’s swirling around me. I’m going to start working on opening myself up enough to get a reading on what someone is feeling, next.” “Yeah, well I wouldn’t suggest trying it with him,” said Michael, pointing to General Kobodi. You’d probably both end up blowing a gasket.” General Kobodi barked out a sharp command, and the Aberjani spun, and began firing upon the trainees. Kyle, without conscious thought, pushed Michael to the ground, and began firing at the Aberjani. “Nice going, Grasshopper,” said Michael, standing up. “But the idea was to save other people, not each other.” “Don’t get in my way, and it won’t happen again,” said Kyle, hitting the electronic target on an Aberjani’s chest. Cool, I got one.” Michael slid into a nearby clump of trees, and watched as Zan knocked one of the trainees out of the line of fire, directly under General Kobodi’s nose. “That should give the stupid shit something to think about,” Michael said to the empty stand of trees. Liz sat at her table in the lab, scribbling furiously on a pad of paper. She looked through the microscope, and watched as Ava’s blood cells were completely destroyed by the substance she dropped onto the slide. “I can go about this two different ways,” she said to the empty room. “I can try and modify the chemical compound so that it attacks the other Aberjani, or I can modify it so it just doesn’t attack us.” The door behind her opened and Plash Nevenia walked into the otherwise deserted lab. “Good morning, Lan,” she said. “How is your experiment coming along?” “Good morning, Plash,” said Liz. “Everything is fine.” “May I see what you are working on?” Plash asked courteously. “Um, well,” hedged Liz. It’s okay, Liz. Remember, I’m on your side,” Plash whispered. “By the way, the substance you and the others invented, what is it really?” “Oh, it’s a form of a medicine called penicillin. It’s used for fighting infections. It was discovered by Alexander Fleming.” “So of course you named it Fleming. How lucky you were that it is similar to the Vendrian word for destruction. Or did you plan that?” “That was pure and simple dumb luck,” admitted Liz. “I certainly wasn’t thinking about that when I came up with the name.” “You are not only smart, then, you are also very, very lucky,” Plash said with a laugh. “Now, show me what you are working on.’ Liz explained her dilemma to Plash, and showed her the chemical compound, and how it destroyed the sample of Ava’s blood. “I think my best bet would be to modify it somehow so that it will destroy anything but us. I’m just not sure how to go about it.” “We’ll think of something,” said Plash. “In the meantime, it’s almost time for morning meal. Clean up your things, and go to the dining hall, and relax. The solution will come to you.” Liz quickly cleaned up her experiment, and headed for the door. She was just about to leave the room, when Plash’s voice stopped her. “By the way, please let your friend know how much I enjoyed her decorations.” A puzzled Liz nodded and left the room. She walked towards the dining hall, her curiosity piqued by the loud sounds she heard coming from the room. Liz walked into the dining hall and stopped in shock, the entire room was papered with the refrain from the song Maria had chosen, and each verse either had a glowing handprint, or an orb symbol next to it. The dining hall staff fluttered around ineffectually, unsure of what to do, while Jara Kobodi blustered around, giving orders that nobody followed. Derago Kavron walked into the dining area, his face set in a mask of anger. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a communicator and pressed several buttons. “Attention Students,” he said, his voice projecting through the room with the aid of the communicator. “I do not know the meaning of this destruction, but it must stop immediately. I want all of you to remove these offending items, and destroy them immediately. I won’t bother telling you not to read them, but I will ask you to take them for what they are, pointless acts of vandalism. Liz walked further into the dining hall, winked at Maria and began to remove papers from the wall. As she worked, she hummed softly under her breath, until she realized that the people on either side of her were staring. Liz caught herself in shock and horror when she realized that she was singing the song softly. <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** » Thu Sep 16, 2004 11:18 pm

so Che’koth is isabel's father no wander he's confused about the violandra in the castle. is that nice teacher her mom? so kyle instinctly saved michael? very interesting. and now liz screws up. oh boy hows she going to explain her way out of this one? great new part. michael said he was sorry. nice job dorkbutt. liz was lucky not smart for once. maria, max is right you are very important to the group. you may be the only normal they have. 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 Sep 17, 2004 8:48 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-Five – We got Trouble! General Kobodi waited impatiently in the throne room for Lord Kivar to appear. He paced around the room, trying to contain his frustration. He knew something was wrong, but he wasn’t certain Lord Kivar would take his warnings to heart. “Impudent pup,” he said to the empty room. “He doesn’t ever listen to anybody but himself. I don’t know why I’m wasting my time.” “Is there a problem, General Kobodi?” Kivar said, walking into the room. “Or are you afraid that this ‘impudent pup’ won’t listen to you, General?” “Lord Kivar, I am sorry, I was merely,” Kobodi began groveling. “Silence!” roared Kivar. “I know exactly what you were doing, and nothing you can say will excuse it.” Kivar lifted one hand, and shot a bolt of energy at General Kobodi, knocking him to the ground. Again and again, Kivar shot low level energy bolts into the General, waiting to hear him beg for mercy. Kobodi writhed on the floor in agony, each bolt sending higher levels of pain coursing through his body. Finally, he could take it no more, and he cried out for mercy to Kivar. “Please my Lord, no more. I beg you to forgive me!” he cried. “I didn’t mean anything by it. You are the supreme ruler of Antar, there is no other but you.” “That’s better,” said Kivar, shooting one last blast at Kobodi. “Now, tell me why you demanded a meeting, Kobodi. I have little time to waste with you. My Queen needs my attentions.” “Here,” said the general. He reached into his pocket and removed a paper, and passed it to Kivar, his hand shaking visibly as he did so. Kivar took the paper, pausing to smile evilly at the weakness shown by Kobodi. Kivar scanned the paper, his eyes darkening in anger. “What is the meaning of this?” he shouted. “Who dared to use these symbols? They have been outlawed. I want whomever has done this brought to me, immediately!” “We do not know who has done it, my Lord,” Kobodi said, flinching. “We found them all over the grounds where we hold our training exercises.” “These words, ‘We can’t afford to be innocent, stand up and face the enemy,’ what do they mean?” “I’m not sure Lord Kivar, I can only theorize that they are meant to insight some type of insurrection. The words are rather inflammatory,” said General Kobodi. “We must find them, and crush them,” said Kivar. “Whoever this is, remains loyal to the royal family. I have worked tirelessly to stamp out any remaining memories of them, only to have this garbage waved in my face. We need to find those clones Kobodi. Have the Aberjani found anything yet?” “No, sire,” said Kobodi, taking a step backwards. “We’ve heard from all of them, except Glenarra. We lost contact with her, several weeks ago.” “Damn!” said Kivar. “And she had the most promising lead. Never mind, there is a student at the Training Academy who is working on a tracking device, which will allow us to find them, no matter where they are, and destroy them. Apparently, she has made great strides, and a prototype should be ready for testing soon.” “That is excellent news,” said Kobodi, anxious to get back on Kivar’s good side. “How are the trainees coming along, Kobodi?” Kivar asked. “With many of the Aberjani on Earth, looking for Zan and the others, their ranks have diminished.” “They are doing very well, Lord Kivar,” said General Kobodi. He thought about the incident on the training field when Mesch had thrown himself in front of a blast intended for Za’nith. It worried him greatly, but he didn’t want to risk the displeasure of Lord Kivar by telling him of the selfless act, and what it reminded him of. “There are several promising candidates, that I believe will impress you. Perhaps you could find time to come down and observe them some time.” “As I told you before Kobodi, I am very busy, and I have my Queen to attend to, but perhaps this time, I will make an exception. Expect me tomorrow morning.” “Thank you Lord Kivar,” said Kobodi, bowing deeply. “And please give my respects to Queen Vilondra, as well. It is wonderful to have her back on Antar and at your side where she belongs.” “I will give Her Majesty your greetings Kobodi,” said Kivar, leaving the room. Kobodi watched him leave, and then continued to pace around the room, limping slightly from the injuries Kivar had inflicted upon him. As he paced, General Kobodi made note of the enormous amount of wealth that filled the room. Lord Kivar certainly isn’t depriving himself or his precious queen any worldly goods, Kobodi thought to himself. He limped to the doorway, wondering about Queen Vilondra. I never would have thought she would have allowed it to happen, he thought. She fought harder than her brother when we stormed the castle. As he walked through the halls of the palace, Kobodi allowed his mind to travel back in time to the day they successfully overthrew the castle. The sounds of the battle surrounded them. Some filled the air, as did the dying screams of soldiers on both sides. It was luck, more than anything else that allowed them to breach the doors of the palace. The Antarian Guard fought valiantly, but they were no match for the mercenaries Kivar had searched the galaxy to hire. Kobodi was almost gleeful, when he entered the palace, and saw King Zan, fighting side by side with his soldiers. One thing you could say for Zan, he never thought himself better than anyone else. Kobodi worked his way around the fighting, and struggled to get closer to Zan, and his trained monkey, Rath. Gleefully, he moved into range, and fired at King Zan. He knew if he managed to kill the king, Kivar would reward him, greatly. “Zan!” Rath had yelled. He reached over and knocked Zan out of the way, and was stuck by the energy bolt Kobodi had fired. Rath crumpled to the ground, his last words calling to the others to protect Zan with their lives. Zan spun around and screamed; a sound filled with both hatred and agony. “I’ll kill you!” he screamed, but in that second, Kobodi fired off another bolt of energy, striking Zan dead. Kivar walked through the palace doors, an evil smile of satisfaction on his face. “Surrender, all of you, or die! You’ll find yourselves dead on the ground like your precious king!” he shouted to he Antarian Guard that filled the hall. As one, the called out that they’d rather die, and one by one, Kivar and his mercenaries killed them. Kivar reached down and grabbed one of the wounded guardsmen by his hair, and pulled his head up. “Where are the others?” he asked. “Where are Princess Vilondra, and Ava?” “I’d rather die than answer you?” spat the guardsman. “You are going to die regardless,” said Kivar with a laugh. “The difference being in how quick and how painless it is.” The guardsman’s only answer was to spit in Kivar’s face. “Bastard!” said Kivar. He punched the guard in the face with his free hand, and shot an energy bolt into his stomach. “Long live King Zan,” the guardsman gasped with his dying voice. “A bit late for that,” said Kivar with a laugh. “Take that trash over there,” he said to Kobodi, looking in the direction of Zan and Rath’s bodies, “And throw them out in the courtyard.” He dropped the man’s body on the floor, and stepped on it as he made his way into the great hall, searching for Vilondra. “Vilondra, come out, come out where ever you are,” he chanted in a sing-song voice. He paused, and heard the sound of a slamming door in the distance. “Of course,” he said. “The throne room. Where else would she possibly go.” A cadre of mercenaries, lead by Kobodi joined Kivar just as he reached the throne room. At a signal from Kobodi, they wrenched the doors from their hinges, only to be met with a continuous assault of energy bolts. A row of mercenaries fell, only to be replaced with another. “Push forward!” Kivar yelled. “Kill them all, except the Princess. She must be taken alive.” “The hell I will!” yelled a voice from inside the throne room, and the energy blasts increased. “I’ll see you dead first.” “Surrender, Princess!” Kivar yelled. “It’s too late. Your brother’s body lays dead in the courtyard, along side his worthless general.” “No!” yelled another voice, and Ava stepped out from a behind a barricade and began firing energy bolts with all her might. Countless mercenaries fell at her onslaught, and one struck Kobodi with a glancing blow, causing him to be thrown backwards against a wall. “Bitch!” he screamed. He fired a bolt directly at Ava’s head. She dove out of the way, striking her head against the base of Zan’s throne, knocking her unconscious. “Take her and lock her up!” Kobodi ordered, “She’s mine!” “Go play with your little toy, Kobodi,” Kivar said. “I can handle Princess Vilondra.” “Handle this, you sick bastard!” Vilondra shouted. She stepped out from behind a throne firing energy bolts from one hand, and in her other hand, she held a dagger. She threw the knife with amazing accuracy, striking Kivar in the face. “Come closer, and I’ll kill you!” she shouted. “Lord Kivar!” shouted Kobodi. “Leave us, NOW!” Kivar shouted, firing a blast at Vilondra. Kobodi turned and walked away as one last scream from Vilondra filled the air. She fought so valiantly then, he thought. Why, now, does she follow him around like a faithful puppy?”  Kobodi continued his train of thought as he walked down the empty passageways. A flash of movement caught his attention, and he turned to see a figure dart down a hallway. Without conscious thought, Kobodi turned down the hallway, and followed the swiftly moving figure. He moved quickly, and grabbed the figure and spun it around so it faced him. Shocked at what he saw, he released the figure and bowed low. “Forgive me Queen Vilondra. I did not realize it was you.” Isabel assumed the vacant expression she had seen on the face of her duplicate. She gave a half smile and turned away, and continued down the hallway, her heart beating rapidly in fear. As she walked, she listened for the sounds of Kobodi’s retreating footsteps. When she could hear them no longer, she turned and quickly retraced her steps until she came to the throne room. Isabel opened the door and entered the room and looked around. It was beautiful but it didn’t stir any memories in her. She tamped down the emotions that were trying to struggle to the surface and quickly went to work. When she was done, Isabel crept quietly out of the throne room, and made her way back to the ambassadorial staff room. <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: 10/23/04 7:45 pm

Post by **splatty** » Fri Sep 17, 2004 11:16 pm

I'm finally caught up again! This so rocks! I'll try to come back and leave proper feedback later. I'm just too tired. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/wavey.gif ALT=":wave"> <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** » Sat Sep 18, 2004 8:52 am

That was amazing....Kobodi is, and always has been quite evil. It was really interesting to see his flash back to the day Zan and Rath died. So what is Isabel up to? Why is she sneaking around the palace. I love how she acted like the other her, all quite and stuff. Keep it up.

isndbreeze · Post by **isndbreeze** » Sun Sep 19, 2004 7:08 pm

Isabel did some fast thinking there! I'm still wondering about this clone of her that follows Kivar around like an adoring puppy. We KNOW that's not Isabel/Vilondra! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> The memories of how Vilondra and the others died were really interesting! But Liz humming that song without realizing it... and before that Maria almost getting them in trouble... and before that Michael acting protective, unlike the aberjani would have. <blockquote>Quote:<hr>“Since it’s something the Aberjani would never do,” said Max. “They are so not team players. <hr></blockquote> Right! Interesting that Kobodi associated it with Rath diving to save Zan. It looks like our gang needs to be very careful. It's hard to stay covert. And Kyle having empath powers is a riot, though not for him it would seem. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/eek.gif ALT=":eek"> Oh well, he'll have to learn to deal with it. I loved this part... <blockquote>Quote:<hr> “Wow, is he pissed beyond all belief,” said Kyle, walking over to where Michael stood. “Is your new power telling you that?” Michael asked. “No, the fact that his face is as red as a bottle of ketchup is telling me that,” laughed Kyle.<hr></blockquote> And btw, what a witch Jara Kobodi is! ... and General Kobodi is no angel either! Great parts, Tracie! All of them! <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"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/handprint.gif ALT=":handprint"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ...   Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>Edited by: <A HREF=http://p199.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrea ... dbreeze</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/aim116b.jpg" BORDER=0> at: 9/19/04 7:27 pm

Post by **Ti88** » Sun Sep 19, 2004 9:22 pm

what an evil man he is. can someone please kill him. wait a minute. ava was locked up? isabel walking around looking like the queen? they are taking some chances here. and kivar is going to go and visit them in the morning. now, um their name kinda sound like their original ones....is anyone going ot figure that out? come back and tell us more. great new part. 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

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