| Jackson shrugs, "It's standard programming. I could make you one if I wanted." Brink rolls his eyes "He wouldn't know what to do with it." They come to screeching halt in front of the council building. |
| Zaine nods. "He's right; I wouldn't know. But I bet I could learn. Speaking of tech, Cyn told me about some ancient tech that you guys recovered from when Kavarda was still around, but no one has figured out what it does. Can we go to the building afterwards and see some of it?" |
| Brink sighs, "Fine but DO NOT touch anything." He slips out of the car with the others. "Your time to shine, Alan." Alan gulps nervously as she walks towards the building. |
| Zaine follows, excited to see the museum. The four of them walk into the lobby and are greeted by Cyn and Alexi. "They're waiting for us up top," Alexi says as the group walks to the elevator. "You ready?" she asks Alan as the elevator ascends. |
| Alan nods determined. "I'm ready." She squeezes Zaine's hand nervously. Brink shuffles to the front. "I'll have to do the introduction then the floor is yours." |
| The elevator doors open to a large hallway with a set of double doors at the far end. Two people stand guard outside. They move out of the way when they see the group coming, nodding to Brink, Jackson, Alexi and Cyn. |
| Brink opens the doors and walks into the large conference room, the group trailing behind. Alan looks around at all the people nervously. |
| The seven council members sit around the elliptical table, General Finnick in the middle, flanked by the other six members. All are dressed in suits or military uniform, and all are watching the group as they enter. Finnick nods to Cyn, who waves, and Alexi, who turns her head and ignores him. "Welcome to the Council of Seven!" General Finnick says as they enter. "I'm sure you all know why we're here, so if you would." He motions for the group to start. |
| Jackson hands up the paper work to the general and Brink starts with the group behind him. "General" He bows. "Introducing Alan of planet Halloin, the priestess and alliance negotiator. She will be showing you the very power of her people, the power that could possibly rebuild our entire planet back to it's glorious form." He turns to Alan. "Do you promise to be truthful, and answer ANY questions from the council?" Alan nods "Yes sir-..I mean..I do..hehe." She smiles nervously and walks forward next to Brink. |
| An uptight woman on the right rolls her eyes. "Looks like this will be a long meeting," she sneers. "What's with Vicky's attitude?" Cyn whispers to Alexi. Alexi glances at her, then at the other council members. "Don't call her that here. She's Captain Victoria Warwick to you." The row of council members go as follows starting from the left: Claudius Alampi, the Merchant from planet Vorix; Rurigig, the tribesman of the Outer Realms; Victoria Warwick, Captain and skilled Commander of the Kavardan Guard; Finnick Bartel, General of the Kavardan Army and leader of the Council of Seven; Sabafae Maeana and Crassus Skalf, the duel representatives from the Eastern Sector of the Galactic Federation; and Morag Bax, the representative of the people and public relations head. (There's more for them in the Character Creation section of the club. You might want to read it.) |
| (Okay, will do! :D) Brink nods "Very well, the council will proceed with you." He walks away and Alan is left in front of the seven. |
| The Council sit for a minute taking in the girl standing before them who seems to have found an answer to a major dilemma that has been plaguing the people of Kavarda since the end of the great war. Maeana speaks first, her voice gentle, "Now, child, inform us of your people and their ability." |
| "Erm,..well. We can create miniature worlds and even separate elements. With enough power from my people, we can make them and maintain them in a huge size." Alan says directly. |
| "So does that mean," Claudius says, leaning forward, "that we would need to keep some of your people here to uphold the new world they can build? Or can they simply make a planet and let it be without needing to maintain it?" |
| "Yes, you would need some of us to maintain it, however, I promise the planet is yours, we wouldn't intrude or take it over. In return, we just would live as one, in order to protect ourselves from the evils of our own planet. Although it seems harmless, there is a dark force that haunts us. Kavarda will be the same, but our people with join into one." Alan assures. |
| (Think of Rurigig as an Orc and having a Russian-esque accent due to his people's language. Skalf and Maeana are basically like elves minus the pointed ears. Morag is like a short, fat man. Victoria and Finnick are Kavardan, while Claudius is just a really big guy. I'll update their profiles later, but for now, I hope that gives you a better image of them!) Skalf crosses his arms, skeptical. Rurigig listens to Alan intently, a smiles slowly spreading across his lips. Claudius speaks again: "You mean to say that your people would create this new planet and move to it as well, not only to provide the upkeep but to also protect themselves from a threat unknown to us?" Rurigig laughs. "What is so wrong with that old one?" he asks, his accent heavy. "It is like we are conquering them without needing a war. It is best solution; easy!" "We would not be treating them as such," Morag says. "They would be citizens of the Kavarda and members of the Galactic Federation, not war refugees to use for their power." "Morag is correct in that," Victoria says while inspecting her nails. "However, if they are to be the keepers of the planet, then we are essentially using them as a battery. How long can that last? If something were to happen to them, the planet they created would die leading to our destruction along with it. We're better off living as we are." The council members start to talk amongst themselves for a minute. Alexi scoffs at the scene in front of her. "So this is how our system works?" "Amazing that they ever get anything done!" Cyn says, chuckling. General Finnick, who has been resting his head in his interlaced fingers whole time, straightens up. He holds up a hand, silencing the chatter of the Council immediately. Clearing his throat he says, "Obviously there are some holes here and there. Perhaps you could fill us in?" He watches Alan carefully. "I'd like to know three main things," he holds out a finger for each item, "First, this new planet will be large enough to fit both your people and my people so it must be of a considerable size; how many people shall it take to maintain it in a stable condition for living? Second, how much of a strain would this be on your people; I have no intention of using them 'as a battery' or treating them as slaves, should it be too much I would not even attempt this. Finally and most importantly, what is this darkness of which you speak that 'haunts' your people? If, by relocating here, this threat becomes a problem to my people I will be forced to take action against it, even if it meant the destruction of your own." |
| (Yeah, I get it. Are you looking for pics?) Alan gulps and takes a deep breath. "Well General, my people's population is vast. Everyone has the power of the worlds, some more powerful than others. Those who are strongest are of the closest to the great goddess, Ea. It is a gift we are given in order to praise and help our world." She pauses and looks at her friends then back. "This world would be more than a world if that. If my enough of my people could be protected and there to maintain, we could even have Kavarda be separated into a bunch of planets. A whole private galaxy so to speak."Alan walks closer to the seven. "As long as we have our greatest life source, water we will not be strained. It is not that much of an indulgence we would take, in fact our planet is abundant. W-We could even have a separate planet in the Kavardan galaxy!." She looks straight into his eyes as her forehead gem glows a pale green. "General. the dark force of which I speak, is one who tainted our precious water. He has been locked up for a long time, however, as Ea grows weak, we can not hold him. If we were to trap him in the current Halloin, we could destroy it and banish him forever. Thus sparing the future galaxy or planet from harm." Alan finishes and starts biting her lip in anticipation, hoping to not let her friends down. |
| (Yeah, I'm working on it, but they're not quite what I'm looking for. If I could just draw them the way they are, then I would, but I don't have the skill for that right now...so meh. One thing at a time.) The General leans back in his chair, contemplating what Alan has said. The rest of the council relaxes, waiting for him to speak his opinion. Skalf speaks up first, impatient in the silence. "Sounds like your people are far more powerful than you let on. I saw we try this. It's a win-win!" Maeana glances at her colleague, then back to Alan. "Impatient as always Crassus." Rurigig laughs at the thought of building galaxies. "What a grand power to have! If only my own people possessed such a trait!" "Your people do not need the trait," Morag says, "You are all giants and incredibly well versed in the language of violence." "That is funny coming from one so small," Rurigig retorts. "His short size has nothing to do with the truth he speaks," Claudius chips in. "Are you looking for a fight old man?" Rurigig says, turning to Alampi with menace. "I would not challenge that 'old man' if I were you Rugby," Skalf says, "He'd lay you flat faster than a flyff on reffle grass." Maeana giggles at this despite the obvious distaste she shows for arguments. "Silence!" Finnick barks. The council members become quiet immediately, Rurigig sitting back down. "Remember why we are here." The General sighs. Cyn leans towards Alexi. "This is like babysitting children," he says. "Maybe that's where all the gray hair comes from," Zaine whispers to duo who chuckle in response. "Now," the General says, "I trust that you carry the word and faith of your people; as such I will be taking your words to be the words of the people whom you represent. Are you certain that you are alright with destroying your home planet? You must be absolutely certain; any shred of doubt will lead you to the path of regret and eventually resentment. You must be certain. Your people must be certain that this is what must be done." |
| (Haha, I believe in you! And happy birthday by the way! I'm so glad you were born! <3 Your the bestest friend I could ask for, bro! I love you so much! :D) "It has been my legacy since I was born, General. When a Saiin is made, she must go through special training and then she is expected to go through a grand journey that is to help my planet and others. A-After that, I will be no more, I will be a husk for my great goddess." Alan's eyes well up with tears but she shakes her head and continues. "My people are more than ready to destroy it, and make new memories. For it is my journey." She falls down to her knees and looks up to the general. "Shall I demonstrate my power...??" |
| (Aw bro, thanks man. I can't even tell you how much you saying that means to me. I love you too bro!) Every member of the council stays quiet, waiting with anticipation. The General motions for her to continue. "By all means," he says, "Please do so." |
| (I'm glad you liked my Facebook message! Glad I could make your day! <3) Alan takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She puts her palms up as water pours into her hands and she moves it around into a ball. "You see, I can control all elements that make up a planet." The ball collapses and expands back into a hard rock of dirt and stone. "Air, Dirt, Stone, Water, Grass." She continues. "And then we can put it all together." Alan says as she stops. The room fills with light as she begins to weave elements into a sphere about the size of a basketball. As she adds more it begins to look more noticeably like a planet. The land of the planet seems to be in shape of a fish as the water surrounds it. Alan's forehead gem glows white as she lifts it in front of the seven so they may touch and look at the planet. "It is small, but with more of us it can be a functional place." |
| The members stare in wonder at this tiny planet. "That is amazing!" Skalf exclaims. "To think such a thing like this could be made..." Maeana marvels. "It is very impressive." "Think of the possibilities!" Morag shouts. "Your people are a truly unique one!" The General examines the tiny sphere with interest, then laughs. The council looks to him with worry, wondering why he is laughing. "This!" he says, amazed, "This is an awesome power that your people have and you have certainly shown us what it is you can do. You have said that all your people have this ability, in varying levels of skill, and I now believe you. This idea is very possible. With the Kavardan military's powers your people will be safe on this new planet of which we wish your people to make and maintain and it shall be a simple task to rid yourselves of your old one and the threat it harbors." He chuckles to himself as if at some joke. "Just one last question: why is the continent here a fish?" |
| Alan giggles. "I just thought it would help show you just how much of the planet we can create." She swishes her hand around as the fish begins to move. |
| General Finnick sits back in his chair. "If the Council has decided..." "I believe this plan should continue," Maeana says. "If Sabafae's in, then so am I," Skalf says. "Yes," Claudius agrees. "Should anything go wrong, we shall terminate it immediately." "Of course," Morag chimes in, "If something does go wrong and your people's planet is gone, you may live here on the station." "It is good plan," Rurigig says. "Nothing will go wrong with military there, right Captain Warwick?" "Of course," Warwick says. "There is nothing in the known galaxy that our military cannot handle." "Then I believe this matter is settled," the General says rising from his chair. "I shall have the paperwork ready by this evening and will call for you when it is done. The meeting is over. However, if you two would stay," he points to Alexi and Cyn, "I would appreciate it." The Council members stand and proceed to leave the room. |
| Alan let's the planet disappear and turns to her friends with an ecstatic face. "I did it, friends! I helped you!" She hugs them all with a huge smile. Brink's usual frown turns to a huge smile as well. "OH YOU OVERLY ECCENTRIC AND AFFECTIONATE IMBECILE! YOU DID IT!!!!" He lifts her high in the air and cheers. "Ahem" Jackson intrudes. "Congratulations everyone, we shall be waiting for you two in the car." Jackson points at Alexi and Cyn. "I have to go to the residential district, before we go home-I....yes" Brink looks down at the floor with the most pleased expression. |
| (I updated a bit on the Council in the character section. You might want to read it before this. I've still got to update the Council member's info though...) "Alrighty then," Alexi says, happy that the Council agreed. "We'll be seeing you guys in a bit then." Cyn and Alexi wait in the room with General Finnick while the others take the elevator down. "I've never seen Brink so excited before," Cyn chuckles. The General walks over to the two of them. "It's good to see you two again." Alexi nods. Cyn closes the gap and hugs him. "It's good to see you too Uncle." "I'm glad one of you is happy to see me," he says. "She's happy too I'm sure." "Speak for yourself," Alexi says. "C'mon then," Finnick holds open his arms. Alexi walks over and hugs him reluctantly. "There we go." He lets her go. "Haven't seen you two in a few months. What have you been up to?" "Just the usual," Cyn says. "Little bit of this, little bit of that." "Still living the pirate life?" Cyn shrugs. "When we get around to it." Finnick and Cyn laugh at this. "I see you're still doing good for yourself here. Being the Vezeto getting to you yet?" Finnick signs. "It's like babysitting most of the time, but it's fun. Reminds me of when I'd babysit you two when you were little." "You still babysit us," Alexi says, smiling. "Even now." Finnick chuckles. "Well then, I don't want to keep you two from your friends for too long." He starts for the elevator, followed by Alexi and Cyn. "Already huh?" Cyn says, disappointed. "Yeah kid," Finnick replies, sorry. "You've given me some work to do. Tell you what, I'm free later this afternoon for a short bit. We can go out to lunch or something and catch up." "Sounds good to me," Cyn says. "I'll drag her along too." |
| (Okay, sounds good.) Alan, Brink, Jackson, and Zaine sit in the car. Brink stares out the window thinking with a big smile. Alan lays her head on Zaine's shoulder. "So...after this is over...will you go back to your planet Zaine?" Alan asks a little disappointed. |
| Zaine thinks for a moment before answering. "Maybe. I don't really think I belong there though." - The elevator stops before the first floor, letting Finnick out, then continues downward. Alexi and Cyn get off the elevator in the lobby and head to the car in silence. |
| "Why is that?" Alan asks perplexed. |
| Zaine shrugs. "I guess I never felt like I fit in there is all. Like my home isn't really there." He looks at his hands, then shrugs. "It's stupid, but I don't know. I can't really explain it." Cyn knocks on the car's window, waiting for it to roll down. "Well, now that that's over, what's on the schedule now?" "Isn't it obvious?" Zaine says, excited. "We should celebrate!" Cyn chuckles. "I suppose so. But wouldn't it be better to celebrate once it's all said and done?" "No way!" Zaine exclaims. "You should celebrate every victory, no matter how small." |
| "Yeah, we should have more of that juice!" Alan chimes in excitedly. "I've got to make a quick stop first, then I will drop you off." Brink looks at them seriously. Jackson swallows a bit hard. |
| "I'm not sure you should have any more of that 'juice,'" Cyn says. He nods to Brink. "Alright then. Should we tag along or...?" Alexi finishes setting up the bikes and walks over to the car. "Well, what's the plan now guys?" |
| "Mr. Brink needs to make a stop then we can celebrate!!" Alan repeats. "You can tag along if you want, it will be quick." Brink assures. |
| Alexi nods. "Alright then. Cyn and I will follow on the bikes." She taps Cyn the shoulder and heads to the bikes with him. They roar to life and start following the car as it pulls away from the curb. "So where are we going?" Zaine asks, as the car starts to go. "You just gotta drop something off or pick up something or what?" |
| "Not quite. You can stay in the car if you'd like.." Brink offers. |
| "If you'd rather I stay here," Zaine says, "then I will." |
| Brink remains quiet as they pull up to a rich and fancy house in the residential district. "I guess it's okay." He says as Jackson opens his door and they all walk to the door. Next to the door there is a small screen. A robotic voice speaks, "Please wait while your party is reached, Cody." "Thanks." He replies. |
| Zaine stares in awe at the house in front of him. "This place looks like a palace!" "It's just a house Zaine," Alexi says. "This your house Brink?" Cyn asks. |
| "Erm..you could say that." Brink says. A posh older woman with a grey up-do and fancy clothes opens the door. "What do you want?" She asks with a cold voice. "Hello mother, I'm here to see fa-...The general." He answers her. "Ekk, it better be something good." She pauses. "Come on and bring your shabby friends with you." Alan looks at the others with a worried look. "She is mean!" She whispers. |
| "Oh, I know her type," Zaine whispers back. "We had a few of them ask for commission pieces and monster trophies back on Phanaphos." "Don't be disrespectful you two," Alexi says, smacking them both. Cyn bows to her. "Please pardon our intrusion miss." |
| She looks at Cyn. "Yes, pardon you." They walk in and are lead to a big living room. Brinks old father sits on the couch an eye patch on his left eye. "General." Brink bows. "I have great news for you." "Your being promoted to a somebody for once in your pathetic life?" General Brink asks. "N-No.." Brink replies a bit hurt. His mother begins to walk out of the room. "Help yourselves to anything that the help have. Piss water and crumbs, I assume." |
| "Well then," Cyn smiles, "don't mind if I do." He starts walking around the room, examining things. "What's he doing?" Zaine whispers to Alexi. "Hopefully nothing stupid..." she replies, watching him like a hawk. |
| "Me and my...co-workers have presented a way to bring back the planet to the seven!" Brink exclaims. "It's currently being put through." The general pauses and gets up from the couch. His old body wrecked from his time in the war. He looks at the group and back at Brink for a moment then bashes him in the face with his ash tray, still hot. "You fucking, imbecile. How could you give the council false hope like that. We all know it's impossible to make a planet. Your lies have made you become even more of scum in my eyes. At least your brother wouldn't lie. He is a honest hard working man. No wonder he got a better rank than you. Filling your head with dreams of travel, I knew you were a mistake since you were born. GET OUT OF THIS HOUSE." Brink, embarrassed holds his burnt face and stands up straight. "It's not a lie, Alan, show him!" Brink turns to her, but she is too frightened to move up. His mother comes back with a glass of alcoholic elixir. "I knew I should have had that abortion. One son was enough. This snot thinks he can change the world with foreigners and lies. You worthless, child." Alan splashes water into his parents face from the palm of her hands, immediately regretting it. "I-I'm sorry, but you can't be so mean to Mr. Brink!" She says defensively. Brink pushes her away, "I am fine, I don't need your help." Alan looks at him with pleading eyes, "But..." "ENOUGH!" Brink shouts at her. |
| Alexi stares at the scene in front of her, numb from it. She looks past them, at the doorway Cyn vanished through only a moment before, wishing he were there. Zaine becomes furious, reaching for his blade, but stops himself. He tightens his grip on the hilt and grits his teeth. (If these were my parents...) Cyn continues his walk throughout the house, down a corridor, sweet-talking his way past the maids. After acquiring some key information from another maid, he finds what he's looking for. |
| Brink silently leaves to clean the ash and blood off his face in the bathroom. Alan grabs Zaine's hand tightly. "Don't worry, he can handle it..." She says a bit sad. |
| "I know," Zaine replies. "But that doesn't change the fact that I'm extremely angry right now." Alexi looks towards the fireplace, admiring the painting above it. (Wish I had stayed outside...Maybe I should go help him? No. He'd probably just get angry with me for helping him...) She sighs to herself, conflicted. Cyn walks onward. He convinces a maid to help look for an item, but gets stopped by the butler. He persuades to butler into helping him, then continues his little 'walk.' |
| "Why don't you do a couple of practice swings on the tree outside?" Alan asks with a strange request. "I don't want you to be upset too!" Brink's parents eye the group. "When he is finished cleaning up his filth, he can take the rest of the trash with him. Understand?" His mother tells the group as both her and her husband walk out of the living room. Brink sits in the bathroom wiping his face which is already black and blue. A single burn mark is seen just on his left cheek bone, reminding him of the cigarette burns he had as a kid. Although this was a bit bigger. "Suck it up, Cody. You just got shown as weak in front of your own colleagues. Stop being such a pussy!" He kicks the wall angrily. |
| "I'll be right back," Alexi says. She walks out of the living room and into the hallway, trying to find the bathroom. A maid points her in the right direction. She stands there a moment, then knocks on the door. "Brink?" She says quietly. Meanwhile Zaine curses to himself in his native language. He turns to Alan. "I'd like to take a few swings at the two of them!" |
| "To be quite honest, I would too..." Alan mumbles sharing the anger. "I'm fine, really. It's okay." Brink tries to make a smooth recovery through the door. |
| "If they weren't his parents..." Zaine mumbles to himself. "I'm going to step outside. Maybe some fresh air will help." Alexi's hand hovers over the door handle. "Don't lie to me Brink," she says, a bit sad, "Let me in." |
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