Blood Lord wrote:
END POST.Lady Ivy “Xantara” Swift ~ Gia Panta // High Command// Vaco’s Office
Gia Panta. High Command.
Vaco pulled what appeared to be a very old pocket watch from his belt and opened it. Yes, I have put this off for far to long... if only it ended differently. he thought as he checked the time. The armored figure turned around and looked at the situation. Here he was, about to leave the only hope for the planet, facing a Undead Lord. He felt... helpless, hopeless. Some how he wanted to help her, do everything to... but he couldn't. He was an Imperial, he couldn't attack a Lord unless it was in defense. The temptation was there though, to strike the unprotected back of Frost and give her a chance to live... but just perhaps.
But no, he'd be more help alive and where he was at then dead.
He caught the Lieutenant's eye and nodded to her, she understood what it meant. It was time. He caught the Captain of the Guards attention and gave the signal. He understood.
Vaco cleared his throat as the 501st began filing out of the room. "My Lady Ivy," he said. His voice was still ruff, but it had an edge of softness to it, and regret. "It was an honor to meet you, and I wish you the best of luck that someday... perhaps we'll be able to meet under less strained circumstances." he looked around slightly and gave a sigh, "I'm leaving. We've been recalled to a battlefield that requires the 501st's attention more so than Exalia."
He gave a bow to the Demi-Goddess and walked into his room. He fished around for a few seconds and pulled out a very small package. It was a key wrapped in a note. The note read:
"Too bad things didn't work out very well. This key belongs to Locker 501 at the Health and fitness Center located at the corner of 31st Street. I hope this helps you." - V
Vaco dropped the package into Ivy's bag, and quietly whispered. "And none shall ever know my reasoning for this betrayal. Yet, I hope the best for this poor world. Perhaps they would find away to solve their problems, without resorting to violence... Whatever the case, I hope this will help you."
The Lord-Commander turned around and walked down to his hanger. The 501st have been mobilized and were ready to leave. They would ascend into the heavens, and dock with their flagship. From there they would be taken to a different world to fight another raging war.
Little would ever be heard of Vaco again on Exalia. Some of the rumors said that the Commander meet his fate, and died alone on the field of battle stricken with terrible and painful wounds before falling to the ground, surrounded by the bodies of his legendary division. Others say that Vaco lived, and served faithfully for a few more campaigns before retiring back to his own planet and becoming the Grand Masters. Darker stories tell of him dying terribly, but coming back as a fearsome Undead Lord whose wrath knew no end as he lived in a hellish reaity. But one rare one, dismissed easily, said he stayed on Exalia, went after the Sword in the Land Closest to Heaven, but failed.
Whatever the case may be, Lord-Commander Vaco Malen Blood was never seen or heard of by the people on Exaila again.
BLACK HAND and Captain Sylvanas.
The door and window suddenly exploded as Black Five and Six burst through. They brought their guns up and shot everyone of Sylvanas' would be rapists. The Captain slumped to the floor and began to cry in relief, but Five was there for her.
"Hush Minda. Your safe now," Black five whispered as an armored gauntlet gently stroked her hair. Black Six tore open the closet and rummaged through it before finding a thick brown wool blanket and handed it to Five. Five wrapped the nearly naked Captain up as Six grabbed the duffel bag. "The 501st are leaving this world," he said as he picked her up and cradled her. "A newish start for us all."
Sylvanas did not reply, just gulped and kept crying.
The Black Team knew that the time was up, and one by one faded away into the shadows. They regained their armor again and ashed into the party, guns blazing. They killed and wounded dozens of people. One bullet blew Healen's head off, and the rest blazed around Amir.
But as soon as it started, they disappeared without a trace. Black Team and Sylvanas reached their disguised ship, and managed to link up with the rest of the 501st.
Healen's mansion soon started to blow up from underground. Crippling and lopsided the structure. It left the area in partial ruins with Healen's Armory destroyed.
Ivy turned at the sound of Jazz’s words and shook her head. She should have known Jazz would try to shift the blame onto himself. As much as I love bravery and nobility, it’s times like these that remind me how much I hate it,
the demi-goddess thought bitterly to herself. She personally did not want to see Jazz get hurt. If it were up to her, both Jazz and Jessica would be released, safe and unharmed. However Jazz’s protests took the wind out her sails a little. She inwardly sighed. She could choose to ignore him, of course. Carry on fighting for the sake of freeing them and her own conscience. But then she would be fighting against Jazz’s own wishes. She’d be shifting the blame away from him, but shifting the guilt onto him in its place. It placed her in a moral dilemma over what to do. But in the end, it was Jazz’s choice. Faintly she smiled to herself. She could understand what Jazz was doing, after all, since she had done it herself. However bitter and sad it made her feel, Jazz had spoken up for himself. And she respected that...despite how unwise it might have been. Urrgh, I hate heroes…
Ivy thought, frustrated at both Jazz and herself. Now you’ve got a taste of why I was so frustrated with you earlier,
Tallis said smugly. Doesn’t feel good to be on the receiving end of heroics, now does it?Oh, shut up. I’ve learnt my lesson, ok?Really? I’ll remind you of that the next time you ‘decide’ to play hero. Because I know you will. You enjoy the role too much. Not to mention you’ll always try to do whatever you think is right.
Ivy privately laughed. You know me too well,
she replied to the feline, although it was hard for even Tallis to tell whether she was being serious or not.
She was just about to turn to Jazz to see if it was possible to persuade him otherwise with his choice, when the Undead Lord entered the room. The demi-goddess blinked incredulously. The dismay clear on her face. Oh…this is not good…
There was a sudden twist in her stomach, like taking a plunge on a rollercoaster with a full stomach. Lord Zachariah Frostheim. Yes, she recognised the voice and name from the conversation she had eavesdropped on earlier. But still, nothing could have prepared her for what she was faced with. Something so unusual and seemingly unnatural, both in appearance and in presence, and yet, Ivy could tell he was a result of nature....It both surprised her and disgusted her. In fact if there wasn’t Jazz and Jessica and a wall behind her, she would have physically taken a step backwards.
Ashes, who had been swelling himself up ready for a fight, flattened his red feathers again, looking disgruntled. The phoenix flapped its great wings out before folding them again, looking from Frost to Ivy and back again.
Ivy also noticed with a frown of consternation the affect he was having on her powers, as the storm she had been creating over High Command disappeared before it even had the chance to form. What…how…?
It felt like something was draining her magic, almost like if she tried anything with her powers in this area, it would take a lot more effort and strength to get it to work at all. She stared at Frostheim, as if trying to fathom out something she could not understand. It seemed as though this Undead Lord was completely the opposite of everything she was, everything she represented.I knew there would be something in place to counter me,
the Demi-goddess thought, feeling slightly ill. Perhaps this is it.
Ivy then turned her head, looking in Vaco’s direction, almost despairingly. He was leaving. That meant she, Jazz and Jessica were on their own. She nodded to Vaco respectfully. “The same goes to you, Commander,”
she said quietly, a hint of sadness as she watched him and the 501st leave. Once they were gone, she then reluctantly turned back to face the skeletal Undead. “Lord Frostheim,”
the female elf nodded in acknowledgement, with no warmth in her voice. “I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but that wouldn’t be true.”
She was still standing protectively in front of Jazz and Jessica, like a mother trying to defend her young. Mune peeked her fluffy head out from underneath Ivy’s cloak with wide eyes, and seeing Zackariah, promptly dived back inside again. Tallis the Tortoiseshell ~ Gia Panta // High Command// Vaco’s Chambers//Ivy’s bag
Meanwhile, the black, orange and white cat had been sitting patiently inside the demi-god’s bag. She sat bolt upright, ears erect as she smelt and heard the Commander enter the room. Guardedly she waited, tail swishing…and then jumped slightly as the package was dropped in. She was a little stunned by the Commander’s words, which only she had been close enough to hear.
Tallis exchanged looks with Chris’ dove, which was also still hiding in the bag. Betrayal…?
Tallis stared at the package, now inquisitive. She leant over and sniffed at it cautiously, before carefully and delicately unwrapping the note with her paws and teeth. Cocking her head to the side, she noticed the key, and then read what the note said. Then as soon as she was sure she had memorised it and had passed the information on to Ivy, she ate the note, stuffing the key inconspicuously into one of the inside pockets of the bag. The cat then resumed listening, and waiting. Ekora Faus (formerly Mystara Hallow) ~ Krimlo // Research District
Ekora followed Gabriel Faus through the fortress, surveying everything with a casual but curious eye.
As they stopped at the thick plated door, she tilted her head slightly. “A great tool…?”
she repeated, wondering what her father had been up to, as she followed him through the door. She smiled warmly at her father as he spoke about needing her. It was a wonderful feeling, the feeling of being needed. And the fact that a powerful man such as Faus needed her help, she couldn’t help but smile a little to herself.
She took hold of Gabriel’s hand, following him down the hallway. As they walked, she wondered what could be so important as to need this level of security. It seemed obvious that Faus was planning something big, but what?
As they reached the other side, Ekora stared up at the monolith, setting her eyes on it for the first time. So this is what he’s been working on…
She thought to herself. The girl listened, looking to Faus curiously and then back at the monolith. But she nodded, doing as instructed. She lifted her hand, closing her eyes as she concentrated, reaching out with her power towards the structure, searching for the seals and activating them. She then noticed she could feel something, like a strong wind, and yet there didn’t appear to anything physically there. Ekora then looked back to Faus, questioningly and expectant.