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Posted: **Wed Aug 04, 2004 11:04 pm**

woah..i so don't htink thats spelled right...great new part. atlantis huh. i'll bite. max and michael have come up with some pretty water logged ideas. and liz saw herself on the ship? is that going to mean something? can't wait for more The Techie Connection Roselle "'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 <center><img src="http://false-illusions.net/oblivious/gr ... r>Which Roswell Girl Are You? Find out @ <a href="http://false-illusions.net/oblivious" target=new>Oblivious</a></center>

Posted: **Thu Aug 05, 2004 10:00 pm**

Dang! You can sure crank out the chapters when you're on a roll, Tracie!<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> I'm not even going to count how many chapters I had to read to catch up. Whew! I should have been a fic squirrel and saved some of that bounty for the winter! <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> But this is getting so interesting. Che'koth is kind of cool. And so the mystery guy really is Zan. It's good that this Zan is on the good side here. The part about being able to tap into the memories of Antarians from the past is kind of mind-blowing! And then there was this: <blockquote>Quote:<hr>“I believe so,” said Che’koth. “Although there is a possibility that you may not feel as connected to the memories we will give you as you do to the characters on this soap opera.” <hr></blockquote> That just could be the truest statement of all! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> I have been very busy with work and other RL the last week or two, and I have to go out of state in the morning, but I'll be back by Monday, and then I'll catch up on the other fics I'm behind on. <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: 8/6/04 12:18 am

Posted: **Thu Aug 05, 2004 10:26 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 Twenty-Four –  Building a History One by one, the others woke up, amazed at the knowledge they had received, and at the clarity of the memories. “How does it work, Che’koth?” asked Liz. “I suppose I shouldn’t ask, I mean, the answer is right in side of me. When an Antarian dies, his memories become a part of the collective consciousness of the people. People are able to draw upon these memories to glean knowledge,” she recited. “Do I get a gold star now?” “So it’s possible for me to tap into the memories of my former self?” asked Isabel. “I can access Vilondra’s memories? I don’t know that I want to do that.” “You don’t have to, your Highness,” explained Che’koth. “The memories are there, but you do not have to reach out to them. I should also explain that the depth to which all of you are experiencing this is not typical for most Antarians. It is a right and privilege belonging only to the Royal Family so that they will always be aware of the history, and the emotions of their subjects. You would not for example know the particular thoughts of any one person who has died. You five, however,” he said, looking at Isabel, Max, Zan, Michael and Ava will have complete access to the thoughts and memories of Vilondra, Zan, Ava and Rath, because, in essence, you are them.” “Man, this is whacked,” said Kyle. “So you’re telling me, we can sense the feelings of the Antarians who died like a gajillion years ago?” “Exactly,” said Che’koth. This will help you to assimilate quickly into our culture.” “So great, we have these memories, and stuff,” said Alex. “But, we still need our own personal history. I mean, we can’t just all of a sudden appear. We need a cover, you now who we are, where we came from. All that stuff.” “Alex is right,” said Michael. “We can’t just show up and say Hi, here I am. So what I propose is this. While we’re sitting around, trying to cope with all this crap you’ve shoved in our brains, we try and come up with personal histories for each of us.” “A strategic plan, General,” said Che’koth, “But quite unnecessary. He reached into a small sack and pulled out a sheaf of papers. He shuffled through them, and pulled one out and handed it to Michael. He studied the paper for several minutes and smiled “Very cool,” he said. “I’m Mesch. I was a not a stellar student at my gretkla, but I managed to get through, although I excelled at all things athletic, as well as the pre-strategic planning classes that I took. I also have a sister, who is younger than me, but due to her academic success at gretkla is attending the Training Academy with me. Oh, and look at this,” said Michael, with mock surprise. “Her name is Atara, and she, along with my girlfriend Mira, are entering the new program at the Training Academy that focuses on the old ways of healing. How convenient.” “I try my best,” said Che’koth, with false modesty. He reached into the stack of papers and passed one to Isabel. “Oh good,” she said, “My turn. Let’s see, my name is Isadra, and I’m studying diplomacy. I live in Gadara. Oh, and my best friend from my days at the gretkla is named Kahtair, and he is enrolled in the warrior training course. Che’koth, you really should think about writing fiction for a living.” “It pleases you Your Highness?” Che’koth asked with a smile. He enjoyed sharing this small bit of fun and lightheartedness with this young group. Liz, would you like to see yours?” He passed a dossier to Liz, as well as providing Maria, Ava and Kyle with their appropriate copies. Liz reached out and took the paper and studied it for several minutes and started to laugh. “Che’koth, you are too much,” she said. “My name is Elandria, but people call me Lan for short. I’m entering the science program, and I will be traveling with my brother Aladrik. He took a year off before attending the Training Academy because he didn’t want me coming here without him. What do you think, Alex, do you feel like being my big brother?” “Sure,” said Alex. He reached out and took the paper that Che’koth proffered and skimmed it quickly. “Yeah, that won’t be a problem, especially since I’m so gifted that the Training Academy was willing to hold my place for a year so that we could attend school together. See, I always told you guys I was gifted.” The room filled with laughter. Che’koth waited until they settled down, and passed the last two papers to Zan and Max. “We can change this if you want, but it seemed ideal to handle it this way,” he explained. Max read the paper quickly, and looked at Zan who nodded. “I am Ma’nith, and I, along with my twin brother Za’nith will be studying both warrior training, as well as diplomacy. Ma’nith and Za’nith?” Max said with a groan. “God, rhyming twin names. I swear, if I really was king, that’s the first thing I’d outlaw.” “I have to agree with Ma’nith,” said Zan. “It would be the first royal proclamation I issued.” Liz looked at the smile that emerged on Zan’s face, and she drew a deep breath. She’d never seen him really smile before, and while he was always a duplicate of Max, it was never so noticeable as when they both smiled. It was if there was a light that was turned on inside of them, illuminating them both. She dragged her attention away from Max and Zan, and tried to focus on what Che’koth was now saying. “There is one final matter we should attend to,” he said. “I, along with several key members of the resistance movement have created these identities for you. We have given you families, and backgrounds. With your permission, I would like to implant these backgrounds into you. This way, when you meet someone who knows of your ‘family,’ you will be able to answer questions of your elders.” “How,” asked Maria. It was the first time she had spoken since they had all awakened. Liz looked at her, and she could see how nervous her best friend really was. Liz reached out and took Maria’s hand in hers, and held it tightly. “It’s going to be okay, Maria,” she said softly. “Look, I’m not trying to be a whining baby,” said Maria. “But I’m really afraid of losing me, Maria DeLuca Guerin, you know? You’ve stuffed our heads with all this stuff, and now you want to give us all these memories that aren’t ours. I’m afraid I’ll get lost in the process.” “That’s it,” Michael said, suddenly. “Maria’s out of this. I’m not having her do anything that she’s not comfortable with. Figure out some way of getting her home, now.” “Thank you, Sir Galahad,” said Maria. “But I’m quite capable of making my own decisions. I didn’t say I wanted out, I said I had some concerns.” “I promise, you will in no way lose your identity, or your sense of self,” said Che’koth. “It will be more along the lines of reading a book that you become totally immersed in.” “What?” said Maria. “I know!” said Liz, excitedly. “Not a book, how about a soap opera. You know how we both love The Rich and the Wealthy, right? Maria, who is Jeff on the show?” “Oh that’s easy,” said Maria with a smile. “Jeff is the illegitimate baby of Stella, and her ex-husband’s, half brother Bill. Bill owned a small barber shop in town, but in reality, he’s the long lost baby of Sydney Rothschild.” Everyone laughed, and Maria looked around confused. “What?” she said. “I like the show. Oh, wait, I get it now. That’s what it’s going to be like, right.” “I believe so,” said Che’koth. “Although there is a possibility that you may not feel as connected to the memories we will give you as you do to the characters on this soap opera.” The procedure was short, and nothing at all like the last one they had undergone. When it was complete, Che’koth quizzed them on events that would have taken place in their lives, and they all were able to answer the various questions. After that, Che’koth provided them with Antarian clothing. They changed quickly, and used their powers to modify their appearance. Max, Zan, Isabel, Michael and Ava had to be especially careful, and made dramatic changes. Liz, Kyle, Maria and Alex were able to simply change hair length and color. The street directly outside this door will lead you to the Training Academy,” said Che’koth. “Here are your bags. The rest of your things will be sent along by your ‘families’ after you have been assigned living quarters. Good luck, and be careful. Remember to look for ways to infiltrate Kivar’s forces. I’ll be in contact with you.” He slipped away down the passage and was out of sight before anybody could say anything. “Who wants to go first?” asked Liz. “Maria, Ava and I can,” said Michael. “It would make sense that we’re traveling together. Max, why don’t you and Zan give us about five minutes then you come out. Then Kyle and Isabel and leave, and that will leave Alex and Liz to bring up the rear.” Liz looked at Michael with admiration. He had effectively put Max and Isabel in the middle, while he acted as the front guard, and she and Alex would cover Max and Isabel from the rear. She could see why Rath had been King Zan’s second in command. She didn’t know if Michael was acting on his own, or had called upon the knowledge of his former General self, but his choice, and use of strategy was wise. She was also pleased to know that Kyle would be escorting Isabel through the town. They had no way of knowing if the changes to they had made to their appearance had been enough, or if people would be able to see through to the faces of the dead king and his sister. If there were a problem, Kyle would react quickly to protect Isabel. Michael, Ava and Maria stepped out unnoticed on to the walkway teeming with people, and made their way to the Training Academy. After several minutes, Max and Zan stepped out, and followed the path taken by Michael and the others. “You know why Michael did that, don’t you?” Zan asked Max. “Did what?” asked a confused Max. “He went first, with us following him. Isabel is after us, and Alex and Liz are bringing up the rear. It’s a nice royal sandwich. He’s protecting us, get it. If there’s any danger, he’ll hit it first, and if anything happens from behind, he’s counting in Liz and Alex to head it off.” “Damn him,” said Max. “I’m going back to make sure Liz is okay.” “It’s too late, brother,” Zan said, pointing in front of them. “We’re here.” <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>

Posted: **Fri Aug 06, 2004 12:06 pm**

Maria and her soaps <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> ! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> kick-as$ chapters!!!!!<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/boldyellow.gif ALT=":yellow"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/hotgreen.gif ALT=":hotgreen"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v22 ... Magic4.gif" style="border:0;"/></div>

Posted: **Fri Aug 06, 2004 9:40 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 Twenty – Five – Max Evans Reporting for Duty.  “Today, before we go out to the agility course,” the instructor said. “We will adjourn to the large hall, to listen to a very special speaker.” The class stood, and began to file out of the classroom. Max hung back and maneuvered himself back to where Michael stood. “How’s it going?” he asked. “Not to bad,” answered Michael. “The living quarters suck in a big way. What do you suppose this guest speaker thing is about?” “I don’t know. Have you seen Liz at all. I’m worried. I haven’t seen her, or Alex since we got here,” said Max. “I haven’t seen anybody. I’ve barely even had a chance to talk to you, or Kyle. Hell at this point, I’d even settle for talking to Zan,” Michael responded. “Him I’ve seen,” said Max. “Because we’re ‘twins’ we get to share living quarters. He took a seat in the large hall, and Michael sat next to him. They tried to continue their whispered conversation but the instructor stood up at the podium and began to speak. “Students, we are fortunate today to have with us, General Kobodi. I am sure you will find his speech to be very enlightening.” There was a polite round of applause as the instructor took his seat, and an imposing figure dressed in gray took his place at the podium. “You are the best the Training Academy has to offer,” he began. “You among all others are the most elite. Great things are expected from you. But a small percentage of you may go on to even greater things. Starting this week, all of you will begin training with the Antarian Guard. I, personally will also be conducting interviews to see if any of you meet the criteria for the Aberjani.” The sounds of whispering filled the hall as the students discussed this information. From different parts of the room, Kyle and Zan turned to look at Michael and Max. With four of them, there was a good possibility that at least one of them would be selected for the Aberjani. “Quiet!” roared General Kobodi. “There is no need for discussion. The interviews will begin later today. The list will be posted outside of this room. That will be all.” He stepped down from the podium, and the instructor jumped back up and took his place. “Before you are dismissed, I have one more announcement,” said the instructor. “While you are here at the Training Academy, you will be exposed to various social situations which allows the students from the different areas of study to intermingle. We will be having one of these events this evening.” A tremendous roar of applause filled the room, and Max looked at Michael and grinned. He’d finally get a chance to see Liz, and to make sure she was okay. They exited the hall, along with all the others, and made their way to the board where announcements were posted. Max scanned the list, looking for his name, and found it, near the top. Zan was directly after him, and Michael was in the middle. Max kept looking until he found Kyle’s name; first on the list. Max stepped out of the way, and the crowd surged forward. The warriors in training were talking excitedly as they waited their turn to view the list. Apparently entrance to Kivar’s assassination squad was a big deal. He signaled to Kyle, Michael and Zan, and the four retreated to a quiet corner to talk. Max gave them the times of their interview, and they started to discuss their strategy for their meetings. “I suppose just taking this Kobodi guy out isn’t a great plan?” Kyle asked. “As enjoyable as it may be,” said Max. “I’m going with no. Anybody have any ideas?” “Kobodi is an arrogant asshole,” said Zan, suddenly. “But he likes to have his ego stroked. Play him that way, and you should be fine.” “And you came up with this information from where?” asked Michael. “Cause unless you went to a different meeting then us, I’m thinking you don’t know what the hell you are talking about.” “I do know, and so do you, if you let yourself think about it,” said Zan. “The memories, remember? Che’koth told us that as part of the royal family, we have access to memories of all those who came before us. Zan, the other Zan, knew Kobodi. He had several run ins with him before the war. If you search your mind, you’ll find the information yourself.” All of them were quiet, and all of them looked deep into their minds, and found the memories that Zan was talking about. “The son of a bitch turned his own father in for being loyal to the royal family,” said Michael. “We can use that, or at least you two can,” he added, looking at Max and Zan.” “Yeah, if he signed his own father’s death warrant, imagine how jazzed he’d be to see on twin willing to sacrifice the other,” said Max. He turned to Zan. “If we both go in, and say as much, it may look good.” “I may have another idea,” said Zan. He started to explain his plan to Max, when he caught sight of Kyle’s face. He was white, and looked like he was going to kill someone. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked. “These memories, exactly how does it work again? You, Max, Michael, Isabel and Ava are the only ones who can gain compete access to the memories of the former royals, right?” “Yeah,” said Zan. “That’s what Che’koth said, anyhow. So?” “Cause Che’koth was wrong,” said Kyle. “I’m seeing everything Ava saw before she died. She was raped, over and over again, then, when he was finished with her, Kobodi left her dead, naked body out in the courtyard of the palace for everybody to see,” finished Kyle, his voice filled with anguish. “That bastard did that to my wife.” “Kyle, no,” said Michael. “That wasn’t you’re Ava, any more that I was the Rath who failed to protect his king. You have to keep reminding yourself that it wasn’t Ava.” “Kahtair Ariey, please report to the training room,” called a voice. “Kahtair Ariey, please report to the training room immediately.” “Yeah, well, I guess it’s my turn,” Kyle said grimly. He pushed angrily past Max and Michael and walked across the hall. He paused outside the training room, to stare at the two Aberjani who guarded the door. “I’m Kahtair Ariey,” he said. They stepped aside, and the door slide open to reveal General Kobodi waiting inside. Kyle clenched his fist, and stepped through the door, and it slid shut, effectively sealing him off from his friends. One by one, the young warriors were called in, but none emerged. Max managed to find out that they were escorted out another door, and kept segregated from their fellow students so that the interview process would remain secret. “Ma’nith Drania, please report to the training room. Ma’nith Drania, please report to the training room immediately,” the voice called. “Ready,” said Max, looking at Zan. “No, but let’s do it,” Zan replied. As one, the two men stood up, and walked across the hall. The Aberjani stood in front of the door and refused to step aside. “The interview is for Ma’nith Drania,” said one of the Aberjani. “I am Ma’nith Drania,” answered Max and Zan together. “General Kobodi does not have time for your foolish games, now Ma’nith Drania step forward!” demanded the Aberjani. Max and Zan both stepped forward, and the door behind the Aberjani slid open to reveal a very angry General Kobodi. “What is the meaning of this!” he roared. “Where is the next applicant?” “Right here,” Max and Zan answered in unison. “I am Ma’nith Drania.” “Very interesting,” said the General. “Let them in,” he instructed. The Aberjani stepped aside, and Max and Zan walked through the doorway together, each turning slightly so they could both pass through the door at the same time. “I take it one of you is Ma’nith Drania, and the other is Za’nith Drania?” inquired the General. “You should know that I am not amused at this behavior.” “That is good, General,” said Max. “Since our aim was not to amuse you.” “No, we wanted to show you the benefits of having the two of us as members of the Aberjani,” said Zan. “We often think as if we were one person.” “Our mannerisms and speech patterns are the same,” said Max. “Which could be very confusing for our enemies,” continued Zan. “One could be used as a distraction.” “While the other gather’s information,” concluded Max. “Your theory is an interesting one,” said the General. “However, it would lead me to wonder where your loyalty would lie. With Lord Kivar, or with each other?” Max and Zan turned towards each other, and each aimed a carefully placed bolt of energy at each other. The two bolts met, and bounced off each other harmlessly.” “Brother would kill brother to get what he wants,” said the General. “I like it. Very well, you will be notified.” “Thank you General,” they said together. They saluted, and walked to the door that the general had opened. They entered another large room, where several of the student warriors waited, apparently for friends who had yet to interview. Max and Zan looked around. Zan tapped Max’s arm and pointed to a dim corner where Kyle sat. The walked over and sat next to him. “You okay?” Max asked. “Would you be?” snapped Kyle. “No, which is precisely why I haven’t looked to closely at Zan’s memories. I’m not really ready to see myself die.” “But it’s not yourself,” Kyle said, snidely. “Isn’t that what Michael said?” “Will you chill out,” said Zan. “You’re drawing attention to yourself.” “Why, can’t Antarians argue with their so called friends?” snapped Kyle. “Not in English, you idiot,” whispered Zan, his voice hard.. “Look, we get it, what you saw sucked, and if and when any of us see anything like it, it’s going to suck too.” He reached up and grabbed Kyle by the lapels and pushed him up against the wall. “You’re pissed, and that’s good, because if you had seen that and weren’t, I’d have to kill you myself, but getting us all caught is NOT going to solve anything. Do you understand that?” He released his grip on Kyle, and Kyle slid down the wall. “Is there a problem?” one of the instructors asked. “Ah, no,” improvised Max. “Just a small argument over who was better suited for the Aberjani. Obviously, it’s me, since I didn’t get drawn into their foolish argument. “Enough, Ma’nith Drania,” said the instructor. “There is no need to try and impress me, I don’t make the decision. Now the three of you, relax,” the instructor continued. “This is the fifth fight I’ve had to break up since the interviews started.” The instructor returned to policing the room, and Kyle glared angrily at Max and Zan. “You didn’t see it,” he said, his voice filled with anguish. “See what they did to her, and to your sister, and then try and imagine Liz in one of their places, and see how you feel.” He turned away from them, but it wasn’t fast enough. Both Max and Zan saw the glint of tears in his eyes. They didn’t say anything more, but sat down on either side of him, each lost in their own thoughts. The wait for Michael seemed interminable, but he finally entered the room where the others waited for him. “How’d it go?” Max asked. “I don’t know,” said Michael. “He seemed to think he knew me from somewhere. He kept harping on it.” “That’s because he killed you, too,” said Kyle dully. “He severed your head from your body, and stuck it on a spike and drove it into the dirt next to the body of your sister.” Michael blanched at the graphic description of Rath’s death. He took a deep breath and swallowed down the bile that filled his throat. “That’s impossible, he couldn’t recognize me,” Michael said in an undertone “I don’t look anything like myself, or Rath for that matter.” “It’s the way you act,” said Zan. “And the way you carry yourself. Rath was confident. He carried himself with confidence, and so do you. Maybe that’s what he sees?” “Is this another one of those memories?” asked Max. “No, on Earth, our protector used to tell us all the time how much Rath resembled the Rath on Antar. He was so like him; so supremely confident. When he walked into a room, he owned it. You’re a lot like that,” he said, looking at Michael. “Isn’t that just freaking wonderful?” said Michael. “How can he remember that after like 50 years?” Max concentrated, accessing the information that had been implanted in them. “Time passes differently here,” he said. “It’s only been about five years since our former selves ruled here.” “Nice,” said Michael. “Why didn’t anyone tell us about that little fact?” “Let’s not worry about it now,” said Max. “It’s almost time for this social thing to begin. Why don’t we go get ready, and then we can find the others. Okay Kyle? You’ll get to see Ava in a little while.” The social room was filled with students dressed in their finest clothing. By silent consent, they helped Kyle locate Ava first. Kyle’s relief at seeing her was palpable. Maria was with Ava, and she and Michael managed to locate Isabel and Alex. They walked over to where Max stood, scanning the crowd. “Hey, any of you seen Liz?” he asked. “I can’t find her anywhere.” “Yeah, about that, Max,” said Alex. “I don’t know if she’s going to make it tonight. She got taken away the first day we were here, and I haven’t seen her since.” <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>

Posted: **Fri Aug 06, 2004 10:32 pm**

i'm 1st feedbacker. yea. what happened to liz? poor kyle. my poor wozzle. man you are like a posting machine. i love it. can't waot for more The Techie Connection Roselle "'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 <center><img src="http://false-illusions.net/oblivious/gr ... r>Which Roswell Girl Are You? Find out @ <a href="http://false-illusions.net/oblivious" target=new>Oblivious</a></center>

Posted: **Sat Aug 07, 2004 12:30 pm**

Tracie this story is FANTASTIC. I Love the frequent updates even if it takes me an hour to catch up on Saturday's. You are doing a terrific job and I wish access to your muse for just a couple of days when I actually have time to write. Keep up the great work and {{{HUGS}}} to the family too. TRACIE! TRACIE! TRACIE! THE COOLEST SUPERMOM/ORB! A day without chocolate is a day wasted ZAN IS DA MAN Remember, once Mr. Pin has been removed, Mr. Grenade is no longer your friend!

Posted: **Sat Aug 07, 2004 7:53 pm**

Margo was here!!!!!! 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 Twenty – Six Science Rules “What?” screamed Max. He launched himself at Alex. Michael pulled him off and held him back as Max continued to scream. “Why didn’t you find us and let us know? What happened, who took her?” “Shit, I did that all wrong,” said Alex. “Max, just chill, will you? I’ll explain everything. When we got here, they herded all us science and tech people into a giant room, and gave us all these tests. I did great, but Liz, she totally blew them away. They immediately placed her in this special program. She works like twenty four – seven, but it’s all by choice, I swear it.” “If you haven’t seen her, how do you know it’s by choice,” Max ground out between his clenched teeth. “Talk to me Alex, before I do something you’re going to regret.” “Our living quarters are right next to each other,” said Alex. “She left me a couple of notes, and left one for you, too. She said she was working on something really big, and she needed to focus on it as much as possible. Here’s the note she left for you.” Max took the note and opened it. He read it quickly at first, to make certain Liz was all right, then went back and read it again, more slowly. Dear Max, Don’t be mad, but I got placed on a special team that’s working on something very big. I’m a part of the team that is developing weapons and technology for the Aberjani. Max, how could I not accept this opportunity? I’m going to try and get out of the lab long enough to get to this social thing, but it will look strange if the others keep working, and I don’t. Please understand. I know you’d do the same thing if you were in my place. Love, Liz. Max finished reading the letter, and then read it out loud to his friends, in a very soft voice. “It’s another in to the Aberjani,” he said when he finished reading. We,” he pointed to Michael, Zan, and Kyle, “interviewed with them today.” “Are you sure it’s from her?” Maria asked. “Liz would never pass up a chance to be with you Max. Maybe something’s happened to her.” “It’s from Liz,” Max said with a smile. “First, it’s written in English, and second, he held up the note, and showed them the glowing M.E. + L.P. in the glowing red heart. “That’s my Chica,” said Maria. “So, what are we supposed to do at this thing? Are we supposed to dance to that crap,” she said, referring to the Antarian music that filled the air. “Well, it’s not Metallica,” said Michael, “But it isn’t half bad.” “Oh please,” said Maria, rolling her eyes. “Come on Space Boy,” she pulled on Michael’s arm. “Let’s go see if we can find me something I can eat.” “Oh my God, that’s right,” said Isabel, looking at Alex and Kyle. “What are you guys eating. I know you can’t stand the food here.” “Let’s just say I’m going to be a lot skinnier by the time this little adventure is through,” laughed Alex. “Poor Kyle,” said Ava, kissing his cheek. “I’d bet you’d give anything for some Saturn Rings and a Pepsi right about now. “Yeah, and a Will Smith burger,” said Kyle, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “Man, who’d of ever thought I’d be homesick for the food at the CrashDown.” “Not me,” said a small girl with dark hair, who walked up to their small group. “Liz!” Max whispered, joyfully. “You made it.” “And you don’t know how hard it was to convince the other people I’m studying with to take some time off to relax. They’re go go go, all the time. Zan,” she said, turning to the duplicate of her husband. “How are you dealing with all of this?” “Much better, now that I don’t have to look at his sad face, all torn up at the thought of missing you.” The small group laughed at Zan’s remark, but Liz, looking closely saw the underlying sadness in his eyes. “What are you doing in this program, Liz?” Isabel asked. “Alex told us a little, but not much.” “Let’s wait until Michael and Maria get back,” said Liz. “I have a lot to tell you, and it’s really important, but I only want to do it once. How’s the diplomatic stuff coming?” “Pretty good, actually,” said Isabel. “Right now, we’re learning about the customs and etiquette of the cultures on some of the neighboring planets.” “Yeah,” laughed Max. “You should see Isabel. She’s got this gracious ‘Lady of the Manor,’ thing going on when we have to act out these real life scenarios. Whereas, you can just about hear Zan thinking ‘accept my treaty, or I’ll kill you,’” laughed Max. “And who spilled the ceremonial drinks all over the Krevlonian Ambassador’s lap?” asked Zan. “Now boys, play nice,” said Ava. “Or I’ll have to let Kyle hurt you.” Michael and Maria joined their group of friends, while Maria bemoaned the fact that she couldn’t find anything palatable to eat. “Nothing, and I mean nothing is going to fit me when I get back home,” she said. “That reminds me,” said Liz. She reached into the bag that she carried and pulled out three small packages. “Take one of these before every meal,” she said. “You’ll be able to tolerate the food better. It masks the taste of the food, so you’ll be able to eat it. “Where did you get these?” asked Kyle, shoving the first one in his mouth. He grabbed a piece of food off of the plate that Michael held, and shoved it in his mouth. “Oh,” he said, clearly disappointed. “It doesn’t taste like anything.” “No, it doesn’t, but it’s better than tasting the way it should, isn’t it? And to answer your other question, I made them in the lab the other day.” “Oh Chica, I could just give you a big giant smooch!” cried Maria. “Yeah, Maria’s been worried about becoming too skinny,” Isabel laughed. “But now that everybody’s here, why don’t you tell us what you need to tell us.” Liz looked around, and led them over to a dark, empty corner of the room. When everyone was settled, she began to speak. “I as chosen to work on a project for the Aberjani,” she said. “Our team’s purpose is to create the most scientific and technologically advanced weapons we can. “These guys are like Hitler’s storm troopers. They’re out to eradicate every enemy Kivar has, and we’re at the top of the list.” “But why you?” asked Max. “The science part I get, but you don’t know how to build weapons. Do you?” “No, we’re focusing on the scientific aspect. A second group is being chosen from the tech group. Alex, you’re on that list,” said Liz. “You’ll probably be notified soon. I’m trying to get it fixed so we can be teamed up together. You know, the whole brother sister thing. Anyhow, my job is help isolate key genes, for lack of a better word, that will allow he weapons to fix solely on it’s intended target.” “You have to invent a thing that can track you?” asked Maria. “Basically,” said Liz. “But I’ve also gotten a chance to look at the stuff they already have, like those wrist bands that let them show up on Earth uninvited. I don’t get too much of the technical aspect of it, but chemically, they are created strictly for the individual Aberjani.” “Meaning?” asked Max. “Meaning, if you put on a band belonging to another Aberjani, it wouldn’t work. In fact, it can kill you.” “What a cheerful world you come from,” said Kyle. “Attention, attention, may I have your attention please,” came a voice from the front of the room. I am sorry to have to cut short your evening of socialization, but the following students please report to the front of the room, immediately.” The voice read off a list of 12 names, including Kyle Max, Michael and Zan’s names. The four walked to the front of the room with the rest of those named and waited. “You have been selected for a special project. Please vacate this room, and report to room 75, immediately,” said the voice. Max looked at Liz and smiled. “I love you,” he mouthed to her in English as he exited the room. “What’s that all about?” Liz asked no one in particular. “I’m not sure,” said Alex, “But earlier, Max told us they all went through an interview process for the Aberjani. I guess they were selected.” “They’re joining the Aberjani?” asked Liz. “That’s too dangerous. We have to find a way to stop them.” “And how is it any more dangerous than what any of us are doing?” asked Ava. “If any of us are caught, well, let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t be looking for a welcome home party and a parade.” “This concludes the end of our social evening,” said the voice from the front of the room. “Please return to your living quarters. Tomorrow is market day. You will all be free in the afternoon to go to the market.” The room filled with cheers, and Liz and the others quickly made plans to meet up before they headed to the market area. “With any luck, we’ll find the guys,” said Alex. “You know, it didn’t do a lot for my image in high school when I hung out with you two. Imagine how geeky I’ll look when I’m walking around with four girls.” “You’ll look incredibly popular,” said Isabel, pressing a quick kiss on his lips. “Yeah, that’s Alex, he’s quite the stud muffin,” said Maria. “Come on Ava, let’s get back with the rest of the farmer doctor wannabes before we get the Antarian version of a demerit from the evil one. Liz quickly hugged Maria and Ava and watched as they filed out the door. “Alex, I’ll meet you over there,” she said, moving away to give the couple some privacy. “Seriously, Isabel, how are you holding up?” Alex asked. “Is this too much for you?” “I’m okay, Alex. I’ve been trying to go through Vilondra’s memories, and get a feel for whom she was. But it’s so sad sometimes to know that I’m feeling the memories of a dead woman.” “Try not to think about it that way, Isabel. Pretend your studying history or something,” said Alex. “And try and stick as close to Max and Zan, whenever you can. I hate not being with you.” “I can take care of myself, Alex,” Isabel said, her voice cool. “Hell, I know that,” said Alex. “I want you around to protect me.” “I love you,” she said with a low, throaty chuckle. “And I’m going to show you in so many ways when we finally get a chance to be alone.” Alex groaned, “You are an evil, evil woman, Isabel.” He kissed her quickly and watched while she joined a group of the diplomatic students that were exiting the hall. “At least you got to say goodbye,” said a soft voice next to him. “Come on Parker,” Alex said, taking her by the arm. “Let’s get out of here. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” <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> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/images/moon18.gif" BORDER=0> at: 8/7/04 10:30 pm

Posted: **Sat Aug 07, 2004 11:27 pm**

I'd say that things aren't looking to good, but everytime I think you're leading up to something horrible, you don't, and every time I think things are going well, I find out you've lulled me into a false sense of security <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> you are evil <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/devil.gif ALT=":evil"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/devil.gif ALT=":evil"> <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/devil.gif ALT=":evil"> <div style="text-align:center">It's all about Roswell!</div>

Posted: **Sun Aug 08, 2004 2:59 pm**

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Posted: **Sun Aug 08, 2004 7:59 pm**

Ti88 that's an interesting question. I'm not sure if I'm bringing the 'rents back into this one, until the end. I did the whole totally involved parents thing in quietly into the night. I don't know if I"mg oing to do it again. We'll have to see where the muse takes me. **************************** 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 Twenty – Seven When Science and Nature Meet “Good Morning,” said Plash Nevenia, the instructor. “Today, we are going to be working with a group of students from the medical program. “These students are part of a new branch of our medical program. They are studying some of the old ways of healing. To often, we rely on the healers to cure things that can be healed in other ways. There are fewer and fewer healers being born every year, so we must find other ways to care for the ill.” Liz sat up, excitedly, hoping that this would provide her with an opportunity to work with either Ava or Maria, or both. “When the students join us, you will take a few minutes to get to know each other and then we will form groups and begin to work,” explained the instructor. “They will be providing you with some of the plant life, and explaining the medicinal uses for these plants. Your job will be to examine the substances, and try and isolate the specific chemicals in the plants to see if they can be synthesized in the lab.” There was a knock at the door, and a group of students filed in, along with another instructor. “Good morning,” said the instructor. “This is Jara Kobodi, the natural healing instructor, and wife of the eminent General Kobodi. “Greetings,” said Jara Kobodi. “My students are thrilled to be working on this project,” she said. “This is Grenla. She is the best student I have,” said Jara Kobodi, pulling a girl to the front of the room. She had short greasy black hair, and protruding eyes. “ With whom shall she be working?” “I thought it best if the students met one another first, and formed groups on their own,” said Plash Nevenia. “Foolishness,” said Jara Kobodi, imperiously. “I demand that Grenla be pair up with your best student.” “Very well,” said Plash Nevenia, with a sigh. She disliked the autocratic head of the healers. She was rude and arrogant and had very few healing skills of her own. She had secured her position solely because her husband headed the Aberjani. “Let me see,” Plash Nevenia looked at Liz. Liz looked at her with pleading eyes, and Plash nodded slightly. “Yes, I think Vorro would be an excellent match for your Grenla. Jara Kobodi pulled two girls out of the cluster of students and dragged them to the front of the group. “And here we have two of my worst students,” she complained. “It disturbs me that they were even admitted to my program. With whom shall they work?” Without hesitation, Plash Nevenia said, “Lan – Elandria. Step to the front and take these two girls back with you. You shall work together.” Liz bowed her head, and walked to the front of the room to meet her new partners. “I am Elandria,” she said. “But you may call me Lan.” “I am Mira, and this is Atara,” said Maria. “Please show us where we shall work.” Liz brought her two friends back to her workstation, as she passed Plash Nevenia, she looked up, and the instructor winked at her. When the three girls were seated, Liz began to set up the equipment that she needed. “So, you two are the worst students?” she whispered. “Maria, I thought you were going to apply yourself this time,” she continued with a laugh. “Shut up,” snapped Maria. “That woman is vile. She is absolutely evil, she hates us, and has from day one.” “It’s true,” said Ava. “And that troll she calls her best student is dumber than Pam Troy, but her father is some sort of big wig, so she kowtows to her constantly. But I though you were working on that special Aberjani project thing?” “In the afternoons, three days a week, and in the mornings two days a week, so that we can attend our regular classes as well,” explained Liz. “But we received notification today that we will also be working with the natural healers, and here we are.” “Any idea of why we’re all working together?” asked Ava under her breath. “According to Plash Nevenia, it’s because of the lack of healers being born. They want to stop relying strictly on the healers, and find other ways to cure illnesses. You guys are supposed to provide me with natural substances, and I’m supposed to analyze them and figure out what makes them do what they do, and see if we can develop a man made version.” “I wonder if hey have penicillin here?” mused Maria. “How cool would we be if we discovered that?” “Maria, there is no way we can discover penicillin,” laughed Liz. “How about if we had some. Could you figure out what it’s made from, and duplicate it with crap from around here?” Maria asked. “Probably, but since we don’t have any, I can’t do it,” said Liz. Maria reached into the small pouch she carried and pulled out a small bottle, and passed it to Liz. “Where did you get this,” Liz hissed at her. “Gold’s Pharmacy, New York City,” said Maria. “I had a small ear infection just before we left, and the doctor put me on penicillin. I packed it when we ran, and it was in the bag I had when we ended up here.” “Cool, let’s see,” said Liz. “We’ll have to analyze it, and then, find comparable ingredients that are indigenous to Antar, and then see if we can duplicate it. This is going to be fun!” “As members of the Aberjani training squad, you will, of course, swear a loyalty oath to Lord Kivar. Everything you do, from now, until you the day you die will be in the name of Lord Kivar. Do you understand?” “Yes answered the voices in the room. Michael looked around the dimly lit classroom. There were about twenty Aberjani trainees. The rest of the room was ringed but full fledged Aberjani. At the front of the room, stood General Kobodi, and behind him was a giant picture of Kivar. It was all Michael could do to keep himself from walking up to the front of the room, and tearing it down. He listened with half an ear as Kobodi droned on and on about their loyalty to Kivar, when he felt something pushing at his mind. He hadn’t felt anything like it since Tess had died. She had tried mind-warping all of them, but thanks to the destiny book, they knew that platinum would break through the power of the mind warp. Michael glanced out of the corner of his eye to Max, and saw that he too, was aware of the mind warp. It had to be Kobodi. Whoever was doing the mind warping was extolling the virtues of Kivar. He looked past Max to Kyle who gave him a quick wink, assuring him that everything was okay. Michael looked to his right and saw that Zan was not looking good. His eyes were blank, and he was chanting Kivar’s name, along with the other Aberjani. Michael surreptitiously removed the platinum band that he habitually wore, and reached over and shoved it into Zan’s hand. He knew it was a risk, but he also knew that he had more practice than either Max or Kyle at throwing off a mind warp without the aid of platinum. “Damn it,” he whispered to Zan. “Put it on.” He elbowed Zan, but he continued to ignore Michael, and focus entirely on Kobodi. Michael reached over and grabbed the ring back from Zan, then shoved it on his hand. He watched as the focus slowly came back into Zan’s eyes. “What the hell was that?” he whispered to Michael. “I’ll explain later,” Michael whispered back. “Just keep the ring on, and act like everybody else. “Ring?” asked Zan. He looked down at his hand, and saw Michael’s wedding band on his finger. “Does Maria know about this?” he whispered. Michael just glared at him “Our lives are nothing without Kivar,” said Kobodi. “Lord Kivar fought to free us from the tyranny of the royal family.” Pictures of Zan, Ava, Vilondra and Rath filled the room. “They royal family was a blight upon our society. They lived only to suppress our freedom. Only now, thanks to Lord Kivar are we free.” “Long live Lord Kivar,” shouted one of the Aberjani that ringed the room. “Long live Lord Kivar,” echoed the trainees. “Unfortunately, there are still factions on Antar that remain loyal to the tyrannical royal family. We must fight to rid our word of these enemies, lest they insinuate themselves, like a disease, spreading and causing discontent,” screamed Kobodi. “You must have constant vigilance. Always be on alert. You never know who may betray you. Your own neighbor may be your worst enemy. As Aberjani, you live only to eradicate this blight upon our society. Long live Lord Kivar!” “Long live Lord Kivar. Long live Lord Kivar!” echoed across the training room. Suddenly the lights came on in a blinding flash and began to strobe. A loud high-pitched whistle filled the air, drowning out the chants from the Aberjani. As quickly as it began, it ended, and the room was filled with silence. Michael looked around and saw that approximately half of the trainees were collapsed on the floor clutching their ears. “Remove the failures,” said Kobodi imperiously. The Aberjani moved in and began to drag the prone bodies out of the room. “Congratulations,” he said. “You have passed the first test, and are on your way to becoming members of the Aberjani. They,” he spat contemptuously at one of the trainees still on the floor, “Are worthless. They are weak. As Aberjani, you may have to endure unspeakable torture. You must have the strength and mental fortitude to overcome any and all physical torture. That will be all for today, you are dismissed.” Kobodi strode from the room, followed by the Aberjani. Silence filled the room for several minutes. Slowly, one by one, the remaining trainees left, until only Max, Zan, Michael and Kyle remained. “Not here,” said Michael, when Zan opened his mouth to speak. “Later, in the marketplace.” Zan nodded, and the four of them left the room, ignoring the pictures of the royal family that were still displayed on the walls. <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> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/images/moon18.gif" BORDER=0> at: 8/8/04 8:00 pm

Posted: **Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:15 pm**

awesome. you have so many parts done. i'm ttelling you, you're an inspiration. ava's right. they are all into something dangerous. are we going to get to see how things are going back on earth with the parents...forget the kids are aliens i want to know how they take finding out they're married

Posted: **Mon Aug 09, 2004 6:56 am**

Oh wow....the people running things are going to be a handful. Vile is a nice word for them...<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> I totally forgot about Zan not knowing about the warp. Nice of Michael to save the day...but at least we can saw that they have to mindwarp them to get them to believe Kivar is good, Kivar is great, blah, blah, blah! Excellent update!

Posted: **Mon Aug 09, 2004 10:55 am**

How did I get so behind? Oh yeah, you are a posting maniac. I just finished Chapter 26. I'll get to 27 later. But just wanted to tell you to keep up the good work and I can't wait to see the gang kick some butt. <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>

Posted: **Mon Aug 09, 2004 4:55 pm**

<blockquote>Quote:<hr>“Ring?” asked Zan. He looked down at his hand, and saw Michael’s wedding band on his finger. “Does Maria know about this?” he whispered. Michael just glared at him<hr></blockquote> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/spit.gif ALT=":spit"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/spit.gif ALT=":spit"> Zan's becoming quite like Kyle...<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> This general is evil! He needs to die!!<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/devil.gif ALT=":evil"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://img75.photobucket.com/albums/v22 ... Magic4.gif" style="border:0;"/></div>

Posted: **Mon Aug 09, 2004 7:29 pm**

They are really in deep. I hope they make it out safely.<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo">

Posted: **Mon Aug 09, 2004 10:08 pm**

Ditto that. The gang have a lot to overcome. I really hope they come up with a kick ass plan. <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>

Posted: **Mon Aug 09, 2004 10:19 pm**

sorry Patty, no plans yet, but a startling realization for the group in this part. 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 Twenty – Eight – Rest and Recreation The marketplace was alive and exploding with excitement and color. Maria laughed and spun around in an impromptu dance, happy to be away from the Training Academy for even a short time. She grabbed Liz by the hands and spun her around. “I am so glad to be out of there!” she cried. “If I had to look at that stupid Grenla for one more second, I thought I would scream. I mean Jesus, don’t they have shampoo on this stupid planet. “Maria, quiet down,” laughed Liz. “What if someone heard you?” She pulled Maria by the arm and they raced to catch up to Ava who was walking several feet ahead of them. “Maria’s right, Liz,” said Ava softly. “A few lessons on personal hygiene would not be remiss.” The three girls laughed, and the sound carried back to Alex and Isabel who were walking hand in hand several feet behind them. “I’m glad to see the children are amusing themselves,” said Isabel with a grin. “Go on,” said Alex. “Your just mad that I’m here and you can’t go play with them.” “Right,” said Isabel. “Hang out with my girlfriends, instead of my best friend. No, I’m good right where I am. She squeezed Alex’s hand and smiled. “Do you ever wonder what our lives would have been like if the Granolith hadn’t chosen us for each other?” he asked her. “No, because I know you are the one I belong with. I fought it for so long. I didn’t want to let myself get close to anyone. But you kept right on pushing yourself into my life. And I’m glad, Alex. So very, very glad, because I can’t imagine anyone else I’d rather spend my life with.” “I love you, too, Isabel,” Alex said. “Hey, enough of that serious stuff,” shouted Maria. “We have some people to find, and some shopping to do.” Alex and Isabel laughed at Maria’s comment as they strolled around the marketplace. “Excuse me,” said a man, standing in the doorway of a small eating establishment. “The Royal Keeper of the garbage dump would like to know if you would join him for the midday meal?” Isabel and the others looked wary, but Liz exploded with laughter and began to guide them into the restaurant. “Apparently that’s our new secret code,” Maria said to Ava. “Either that’s Che’koth, or we just got hit on by the freakiest alien in the world, and worse, Liz fell for it.” They followed the man into the restaurant, and sat at a large table set off from the main dining area. They sat around the table and the man they thought was Che’koth walked back out of the dining area to stand in the front door. Soon he returned with Kyle, Max, Michael and Zan in tow. “I will bring food,” he said. They sat, silent, until Che’koth returned with the food. He set platters in front of each of them and urged them to eat. Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the tablets that Liz had made. “You won’t need that,” said Che’koth. “The food is seasoned appropriately.” “Hot damn,” said Kyle. “That means we can taste it.” He grabbed a spoon and started to eat. “This will be the last time you can meet in public in this large a group,” said Che’koth. “It is too dangerous. I will find a place for you to meet, in the Training Academy, or rather, underneath it. It will be a haven for you, as well as a place for you to meet and share your news.” “I don’t think we’re going to have a lot of free time,” said Isabel. “They keep our days pretty well filled.” “That is traditional,” said Che’koth. “It helps to weed out the students that won’t succeed.” “Nice friendly student focused school system you have here,” said Alex. “Yeah, but with the dual course of study, and the Aberjani training, I don’t see much in the way of free time,” said Max. “What?” asked Che’koth. “Aberjani training? What are you talking about?” “General Kobodi came in, and gave a big spiel about the wonders of the Aberjani, and how it’s not just a career, it’s a way of life,” explained Max. “Anyhow, we all had to interview, even if we didn’t want to be a part of it, and we all managed to get in.” “This is interesting,” said Che’koth. “The Aberjani has never actively recruited students. It must mean they are planning something big.” “They are,” said Liz. “I’m working on a special tracking device for the Aberjani. They want to be able to hone in on a person’s genetic sequence and track them down by that. Well, it’s more involved than that, but you know what I mean.” “They are afraid,” said Che’koth. “That is good. With fear comes mistakes. What else can you tell me?” “Well, it’s probably not much,” said Ava. “Maria and I are part of a group that has been sent to work with the science students. We’ve noticed that our instructor hates us, but that’s not what’s interesting. She was ridiculing us in front of the two classes, and acting all imperious, trying to tell Liz’s instructor what to do and who to pair who up with, you know? Anyhow, Liz’s instructor totally blew her off, and put us with Liz.” “Yeah,” added Liz. “Their instructor wanted her so-called best student paired with the best in my class, but my instructor saw me shaking my head, and she put this girl with the absolute worst student in the class. Then their instructor pulled them out and said they were the worst, and who should they be paired with. I tried signaling my instructor with my eyes, and I guess it worked because she put us together.” “Who are these instructors?” asked Che’koth. He stroked his chin as he contemplated all the information they had gathered so far. “My instructor is Plash Nevenia,” said Liz. “And we are blessed with the wonderful and delightful Jara Kobodi,” said Maria. “She is evil incarnate.” “You are not far wrong, Maria,” said Che’koth. “She is the wife of General Kobodi, the head of the Aberjani, and Kivar’s second in command.” “Well she’s just a big fat stupid jerk,” said Maria, heatedly. “She doesn’t know much of anything. I asked one time why there were so few healers being born, and she just ignored me.” “That’s because it’s not that fewer and fewer healers are being born, it’s that the ones that are, are being killed by Kivar.” “What!” came the exited reply from around the table. “Why?” “Most of the true healers, that is, people who have the ability to heal any and all injuries and illnesses have an almost direct connection to the royal lineage. Kivar wants to destroy anybody with a connection to the royal family.” “Nice,” said Zan. “Remind me not to heal anybody while I’m here. Though with the headache I have today, I sure could have used a bit of healing.” “Why? What’s wrong with your head?” Ava asked, her voice filled with concern. “It’s nothing,” said Zan, trying to deflect the interest his statement had made. “No it’s not nothing,” said Michael. “Kobodi was doing a big mind warp on all the Aberjani, the existing ones, as well as the trainees. You know, Kivar is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Zan didn’t have any protection, so he took it full force for a while, until I realized what was going on.” “He gave me a ring to wear,” said Zan. He held up his hand to show everyone the ring, then slid it off of his hand. “Thanks. What’s so special about it, and how come you didn’t need it?” he asked. “It’s made of platinum,” explained Alex. “There’s something about the energy wavelengths in the platinum that blocks a mind warp. I still don’t fully get it, but it works, and I’m not going to argue with it. As far as not needing it, Michael’s the only one who ever managed to break through one of Tess’ mind warps without wearing any platinum.” “Yeah, but after today’s session, I don’t know if I can do it again. That guy is strong,” said Michael. “Don’t worry about it,” said Zan, his voice tinged with arrogance. “If you can throw it off, I know I can.” “No, you can’t,” said Isabel. “Don’t be stupid and prideful. That’s what got you killed the first time. You wouldn’t listen to anybody. Well, damn it, this time, nobody dies. You’re going to listen, and you’re going to do as we tell you.” As she spoke, she removed a necklace from her neck. “Here, I don’t need this, I have earrings and a bracelet made from platinum, as well as my wedding band.” She placed the necklace on the table and passed her hand over it, and it morphed into a thin platinum band. “You will wear this, and you won’t argue about it.” Zan just looked at her, shocked that she would talk to him that way. It wasn’t something Lonnie had ever done, but then again, Lonnie had tried to kill him. At least Isabel was trying to save him. “You might as well do it, man,” said Alex. “She’s using the Christmas Nazi voice. You don’t have a chance in hell of winning against that.” Zan shrugged and slipped the band on his middle finger. What the hell, he thought to himself. It beats getting run over by a truck. <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>

Posted: **Mon Aug 09, 2004 10:33 pm**

you know i tried to feedback on your last part adn it wouldn't let me. so i'm feeding back now. both parts awesome. i love isabel. “You might as well do it, man,” said Alex. “She’s using the Christmas Nazi voice. You don’t have a chance in hell of winning against that.” Zan shrugged and slipped the band on his middle finger. What the hell, he thought to himself. It beats getting run over by a truck. zan i think has finally been initiated The Techie Connection Roselle "'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 <center><img src="http://false-illusions.net/oblivious/gr ... r>Which Roswell Girl Are You? Find out @ <a href="http://false-illusions.net/oblivious" target=new>Oblivious</a></center>

Posted: **Tue Aug 10, 2004 11:13 am**

Geez, Kivar is killing off Healers? He's a mega-idiot. So, I guess Zan is officially part of the gang? All that stuff making him look suspicious and evil in the beginning was just to throw us off? OK, so when does the planning begin? <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/images/emoticons/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <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>

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