Paradeisos

[Rockabye]

Myr

water shimmered and rippled as the underwater geysers warmed the water depths. Geanos stones thrusted upwards from the sands causing the water as to shine in brilliant purples, pale blues and softer pinks. stuck in the side of cliff formations were houses and buildings made up of a highly reflective minerals. Myr would be swimming as she had always done on her planet of Druska. she weaved effortlessly between the coraled pillars, her hair flowed behind her, she quickly made for the waters surface.however Her face would soon grow serious as it would seem she couldn't get there, this was strange , seeing as she had made trips to the surface numerous times before and it had never taken this long . Feeling a heaviness she decided to turn back towards her home city . though as she turned she was stunned to find that the once shining city was now a black void that pulsed and grew. Myr would swim as fast as she could to get away but the emptiness eventually swallowed her , as she spiraled floundering about in the pitch of nothingness. she felt a breeze and awoke...

opening her opal eyes she looked around upon her now home, the scent of rain always misted the air in this season on this planet. she would adjust her breather slightly before unraveling her ribbon and throwing her hair into a ponytail. she sat there thinking gazing off into the distance. she would watch pods as they fell onto the earth poor saps she thought.Myr never really like interfering with newcomers for fear they would attach themselves to her as a guide to help them survive. scoffing at the idea of having others to look after. It was hard enough to survive on your own let alone for others. she continued to watch as the pods fell though it seemed the recent inhabitants were making quite a stir. Myr would continue to sit on the river bed the water gave her a sort of comfort, she was usually found there thinking.

[Mr Mr]

"Uh, nothing." She staring up at him. "I just wish was able to camoflauge myself as you do. Then maybe I'd be safe from those...mad men out there. I'm sincerly sorry for disturbing your sleep."

There was a noise from behind the human as a figure staggered out.

Great. Another human.

The female moved towards him until she was almost standing on his foot and pulled out a small blade.

"I don't suppose I can convince you to scare that guy back to where ever he came from?"

Eere was about to give her an answer when an axe appeared in the figures skull. The figure crumpled as another female came out of the woods.

"I'm guessing I spoiled the fun?" Izzi grinned.

"Well you saved me the trouble." Eere rumbled. He didn't want any more people ariving so mabye it was time to leave.

"More people will be appearing soon. You two don't seem so bad, climbg onto my shoulders and I'll take you to the mountain."

[Love to Write]

Trina Smith

Trina watched as the angry man began to charged towards her only to see him go down with an axe in his head. Trina closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight and yet so grateful that her life had just been spared.
"I'm guessing I spoiled the fun?" Trina looked up to see who had save her. A young woman about her age stepped out of the foliage. She had a red bandanna tied around her arm. Blood had stained the fabric of her sleeve indicating a large cut. Trina was just about to ask if she was alright when the rock giant spoke,

"Well you saved me the trouble. More people will be appearing soon. You two don't seem so bad, climb onto my shoulders and I'll take you to the mountain."

Climb onto his shoulders!? Go to a mountain with a creature she didn't know anything about? Trina then heard the rapidly growing sounds of men yelling and fighting. "Sure, go to a mountain away from killer men. I like that plan!" She replied.
The giant stooped and his legs, hip, and arm made a perfect stairway for them to climb on. Trina used her hardened muscles to pull her self up the creature's side and sat in the crook on his shoulder. It was almost comfortable. She grabbed a stub of a rock that protruded out of his head and as he stood Trina remembered she was scared of hights. Oh goodness!! She thought. People were never meant to be more the a foot off the ground and here I am eleven feet of the ground. Great, just great.

She closed her eyes tightly and replayed the events of the morning in her mind. Within the course of half-an-hour, she had landed on a criminal planet, been attacked by convicts, saved by a fellow convict, seen two, no three, people killed, and met a rock giant who was giving them a ride to saftey. Or so she hoped. What else could possibly happen?

[Palo112]

Mira Pellios

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Yore opened his mouth, as if to respond but before he could the bound man interrupted him. "Cut me loose.”

He caught the attention of both Mira and the big barbarian. She stared at him. He was older than her but not by much and had an athletic build complemented by wavy brown hair in a short cut. He was already kneeling over a downed warrior that she hadn't noticed in the earlier chaos.

"Do you want your friend to die!? Cut me loose, damn you" He demanded holding his bound hands out towards the grunt in wooden armor.

The Grunt looked to Yore and Yore narrowed his eyes looking at her. "Witch. Can you mend this man's wounds?"

For a second all three of them stared at her while she struggled to keep her face impassive; the the new prisoner gave them an angry look and ripped the fur off the fallen warrior's wound.

Mira bit the inside of her lip for a second then joined the two men. "I shall do what I can," She told Yore over her shoulder and knelt to inspect the wound.

It was deep, very deep, and the man's breath was already gurgling in his throat. That was a bad sign, but she knew some healing and had discovered a few indigenous herbs that sometimes soothed coughs or helped break fevers, but she was a priest, not a healer. However, Yore was a very superstitious man who firmly believed she had powers of a different sort and her room and board for the next several weeks depended on him continuing to think that.

The bound man was already using what remained of the fur coat to apply pressure to the wound so she busied herself with her satchel, pulling out some dried grass that would help dull the pain.

They worked quickly, the man easily understanding the use for the herbs and keeping the pressure firm. They bound the fur tight to his body with several stems of the long grass. She looked to Yore, "It’s bad," She stated quietly as the wounded man groaned, "I need bandages, fire and clean water. He needs to be back at your camp and the sooner the better."

Yore frowned for a moment then gave a curt nod, "Let's go then." He leaned over and using the still blood-spotted knife cut through the bonds on the man who had been helping her. "You're a lot less incompetent than you look, you'd be better serving in my army than working my fields. Join me.”

For a moment the man hesitated, Mira watched his face and turned so that Yore couldn't see her lips. "There are a lot of worse fates here. It's worth the protection, at least for a while." She whispered.

[The Magnan]

"Now, why would I go through all this trouble of savin' yer life if alls I was gonna do is go about stabbin' your back. Ain't really an intelligent thing to do, mate." Hawke pondered a moment. "Relax," he added with a reassuring smile, "I'm takin' ya somewhere safe."

Tom Wilde gave a sullen nod, "True I guess..."

They had been walking through the forest, a thing that was as alive as the rest of the people on planet, everywhere birds chirped, animals howled. It was in its own way beautiful, he noticed the man's expression and knew he would agree. Tom then realised that as civilisation grew on this planet, then the paradise they had fallen into, would be washed away. It happened to Earth, and humans relied on resource, even if it meant killing anything to get to it. This place is our second chance. And in the hands of former - no - they are still crims, then this second chance at live may not end with a handshake, and acceptance. But then what do I know about being civilised. His thoughts were cut short, as something above them, met the tree they were under. For a breath moment he thought they were finished but fortunately the parachute's cables held it in place. The man looked frozen almost, it made Tom chuckle a little to himself. They eyes then fell on a man removing by force a pod door. Tom folded his arms and looked at the man he was accompanying, "So, this scavenging, I'm surprised it doesn't bring business. I just thought that... well with... you know what I'm just making conversation here, I couldn't honestly care less. "


Then the pod fell, and suddenly, Tom's smile was gone in an instant. He was soon surprised by the scavengers strength, as he balanced it above them. Then the next question, left him wide eyed.

“I am going to take is door home, but would either of you care for tea?”

"Best thing I heard all day. I'm thirsty. I'm just going to love it here. No body to stab me in the back, no bossy loudmouthed superior, just complete freedom. Maybe living ain't so bad after all," said Tom. I'm going insane....

[BlankLink]

Jack Bombas
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Yore frowned for a moment then gave a curt nod, ”Let's go then." He leaned over and using the still blood-spotted knife cut through the bonds on the man who had been helping her. "You're a lot less incompetent than you look, you'd be better serving in my army than working my fields. Join me.”

For a moment the man hesitated, Mira watched his face and turned so that Yore couldn't see her lips. "There are a lot of worse fates here. It's worth the protection, at least for a while." She whispered.

Pale grey orbs reflected back into his deep brown ones as he considered her words and rubbed his aching wrists. While Jack sensed a general lack for concern in this woman he couldn't ignore the advice. On the other hand, this barbarian had made a threat to eat him once, and the thought of eating flesh made his stomach turn upside down.

"Lets discuss this later."

"There will be no discussion," Yore said flatly, "It was not a question." He then jerked his head at his compatriot, "Chu'uvac. Have this man assist you in carrying Beil back to camp." With that he turned, placing his hand over the shoulders of the woman. "Good to see you, Witch, good to see you. I believe we have some matters to discuss."

Chu'uvac gave him a shove toward the shoulders of the wounded man, and a stern look. Jack pondered the idea of running, but as any good captain, he could not leave a man behind. Instead he dipped, cupped the armpits of the wounded, and awaited Chu'uvac to grab him by the legs. The other man gave him a confused glance, followed his gaze with his eyes, and came back. He knew that Jack had considered bolting. Then he reached down, and with an "oomph" they pulled the man into the air and hauled him off.

It wasn't a long walk, but traveling back to the camp was not thrilling. There was discussion between the Ice Witch and the military leader, and while Jack attempted to listen, the two stayed far enough ahead that strong winds, and his own thoughts kept him from hearing much. Carrying 80 kilograms of dead weight, up and down the rolling hills was not pleasurable to say the least; before long Jack remembered that if he were back on Mars this would have been a breeze. Of course, if he were back on Mars he would be relaxing in the Valles Marineris Hotel, sipping down a gin and tonic, and receiving a thousand credit massage. Do these people even know what a thousand credit massage feels like? The mere idea aroused him. Happy endings on Mars were usually spent in zero G and there was no better sex in out there in the whole 'verse than those little Japanese Martians could.

The campsite was urban tribal littered with an assortment of heavy tents, fires, and to Jack's surprise, playing children accompanied by mothers shouting after them. They were led through the site, and regarded with a sea of curious eyes; a gorgeous woman with extremely long limbs even approached them, instantly burst into tears, cupped her larger fingers over her face, and let out moans that were either in a language Jack didn't understand, or too muffled and incoherent. She was pulled away by others in consolation as the group made its way into a large tent.

"That is Beila," Chu'uvac explained in a low tone, "Beil's woman." Jack later learned that they were of some human subclass who sentenced couples for one's crimes.

The large tent was obviously a medical center, as there were a few others lying dormant on the floor next to where they laid Beil. The witch whipped her hair back behind her head, and used a piece of her jewelry to keep it tied that way.

"I need bandages," she said to Chu'uvac.

Jack aided where he could with the stabilization of this man, and while he felt he had more medical knowledge than she, he learned a lot from the use of the native herbs she used. Part of the way through, Yore was taken away from the tent as the arrival of the scavenger party demanded his attention, but Jack had a feeling of his approval. For some reason he could not explain, this filled him with satisfaction.

"We've had much success in capturing another dropsite and I feel festive. We will bring the slaves to the trenches where they will begin digging, and the rest of us will head into town and DRINK!"

The tribe let out a roar of approval, and went about their work in an excited clamor.

"A town?" he asked the witch, "I thought Paradesios was unoccupied."
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"Best thing I heard all day. I'm thirsty. I'm just going to love it here. No body to stab me in the back, no bossy loudmouthed superior, just complete freedom. Maybe living ain't so bad after all," said Tom.

Hawke lifted an interested brow, "What're ya doin', Pathos? Gettin' tired of monsoon season fillin' yer hole with fish?"

"Was that a euphemism, Hawke?" the android replied with genuine inquisitiveness.

Hawke gave a loud laugh and clapped him on the back. "I swear, droid, if you were any smarter you'd find us a way out off this hell."

At that moment, hell came. The three were surrounded with a sense of eerie forbidding as they realized during the distraction they had been surrounded by men dressed in camoflauge.

One's red eyes peered out at them from amongst the shrubbery. "Ssurrender. Or we will take your livess," the snake-like creature hissed as took aim with a readied sling shot. "I have hit a ssingle berry ass it fell to the ground with thiss. Do not take my sskill for granted."

[Palo112]

Mira Pellios

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After her quiet words the man stared at Mira, she saw the familiar pattern of thoughts cross his face as he debated with himself, then she looked away packing up her bag and getting to her feet. What did she care if he didn't listen to her, many didn't, including the big chieftain waiting for a response. It was no concern to her if this new man got himself killed.

"Lets discuss this later." The man responded from behind her.

"There will be no discussion, it was not a question. Chu'uvac. Have this man assist you in carrying Beil back to camp." Yore's order cut through her own thoughts and the big man approached her slinging one arm around her shoulders. "Good to see you, Witch, good to see you. I believe we have some matters to discuss."

"I'm sure we do Chief," She responded cooly ducking out from under the arm. "With Monsoon season approaching there are preparations to be made."

"Yes there are," He grinned and started walking, she glanced back to be sure that the wounded man was being brought then turned to follow. "I've expanded as well, six more fields for the slaves to work." Yore boasted, obviously taking pride in this achievement.

Mira held a breath, six more fields. Yore was a very superstitious man, unsurprising seeing that the planet he came from was in general tribal and had a large belief in shamanistic powers. But because of this belief he had demanded her services ever since she had landed. Every year she was required to stop by his territory to place blessings on the new children and the fields for the winter seasons, and if she didn't show up he found ways to find her. This much of an increase would require more work than she normally did; enough to delay her from her next stop, which was where she usually spent the monsoons. "That is quite the expansion." She placated him after her silence earned a suspicious look. "It will take more supplies and more time, I have another stop to make before the rains start."

"Nonsense," He boomed. "Stay with us through the rains, in fact join my tribe. We could use your powers."

Once again she paused, this wasn't the first time he had made this offer, he always did when she stopped by repeatedly. She always ducked out, but he was never satisfied by her excuses. The only reason she wasn't forced to stay was his misapprehension that she was a witch. He feared her just enough to let her leave once her obligations were complete. "I am a traveller, Chieftain; there are other people who rely on my work."

"So you say," He muttered crossing his arms, "But the rains look to be coming early this year and you would be safe in my tribe. Stay with us, I won't take no for an answer."

A faint sigh escaped her lips, if that was true then she couldn't escape his offer. "If the rains are early as you say I will stay the season with you." She finally conceded.

"Good." The big man grinned and started walking faster. They spent the rest of the hike to the camp bargaining over the materials she would need for the blessings and what Yore would supply for her should she stay as long as he wanted and by the time they reached camp Mira was satisfied that she would be well paid in materials and supplies if she was forced to extend her stay.

The camp was as it had always been, only slightly organized chaos with children and pets underfoot and people working at cross purposes. Whether it be the wounded man or the new faces, their little group attracted a lot of attention. That only doubled when the sobbing mate of the wounded man made an appearance.

Mira ignored the peoples interest, many would know her as the Witch and any who didn't would soon learn that the Witch had a reputation for being icily aloof. Instead she followed Yore to the healing tent and gestured for the warrior and prisoner to put the man on the nearest empty pallet. She held her breath for a second, staring at the wounded man, Yore would not be happy if she let this man die, but there was only so much she could do. At least the brown haired man was still standing over the wounded,he seemed to have some knowledge of healing and the more help she had the better. When she breathed again she knew what to do. She quickly dumped her satchel, long vest, and walking staff on the floor and twisted her hair up onto her head, securing it with an intricately carved wooden shaft. Then she opened her bag and started separating out the little pouches that held her herbs. Without looking up she issued orders for bandages and recieved them. For a long while she simply worked, the new man assisting her, cleaning the wound, stitching what there was of the skin into place, and finally bandaging. Chu'uvac and Yore hovered over the work, but eventually some commotion outside pulled them away, leaving her to breath easier.

She was just securing the last of the clean bandage while her helper held her patient when a bellow from Yore finally broke her concentration. "We've had much success in capturing another dropsite and I feel festive. We will bring the slaves to the trenches where they will begin digging, and the rest of us will head into town and DRINK!" there was a cheer from the tribe and Mira finally sat back and looked at her handiwork. Not a bad job, she decided then noticed with a scowl that her arms were streaked in blood and some of it had fallen to her dress.

"A town?" The new man asked, addressing her for the first time outside of their exchanged orders while caring for the wounded. "I thought Paradesios was unoccupied."

She focused her pale eyes on him for a moment, then arched one eyebrow. "Humans build things. They've been dropping us here for more than sixteen years, did you really expect the prisoners to do nothing?"

He met her eyes but only shook his head at her remark. "Kill each other maybe, but build towns, no."

She rose to her feet and wiped at the drying blood with a cloth. "It depends on what you call a town, the one Yore is talking about is really only a small trading post and moonshine bar run by one of his rivals. He doesn't like the man but he'll drink his booze."

She felt his eyes bore into her back as she moved around the room. Finally after a second she turned on him. "Is there a reason you're staring at me?"

"You're very different, and a witch apparently." He responded without a seconds hesitation.

She pursed her lips and let the cloth slide back into the bowl of bloodied water. "Priest actually, I'm Illiosian," she supplied. If he knew anything of her planet or people then he would understand.

"Illiosian?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

She sighed and started to pack up her herbs. Apparently he didn't know. "I'm from Illios, we're all priests."

"Priests." He stated and she could hear skepticism in his voice.

"Yes, priests." She glanced back at him and shook her head. "The entire planet is of the same religion, and they take it very seriously. Every person is a priest of one kind or another, they're taught it as children, raised on it, and at a certain time they each choose the path they will follow and no matter their layman job they are still a priest. Being Illiosian is the same as being a priest."

"You speak like you're not one of them," he told her crossing his arms.

"I'm not. They have no use for priests that don't believe anymore."

He frowned at her, his forehead wrinkling. "How can you be a priest that doesn't believe? Isn't that required for the job?"

She closed her eyes, she didn't mind telling people about these things when they asked, but newcomers weren't usually inquisitive about anything other than how they would survive. "My job as a priest used to be to research other religions and find arguments to prove that ours was correct," Her mouth twisted in a bitter smile. "I know quite a bit about many religions, I travel around and perform ceremonies; births, deaths, weddings, things that people hang onto from their homes." She paused and stared at him. "My name is Mira, yours?"

[Zenithgo]

Pathos

“This one is known as Alzahza. He works for Raphe.” said Pathos.

The snake creator hissed at him once more, “Ssurrender, and come with me to the massterss. You are needed.”

“Ah, so if ya need us then it's safe ta say thatcha ain't gonna shoot us then.” Hawke concluded.

“Where as you have a point, I would not doubt this ones ability to use this weapon. On his home planet it is a favored hunting tool,” Pathos recited.

The proposition of going to Raphe's didn't seem all together unappealing, after all he had nothing inherently against Raphe and to his knowledge Raphe had nothing against Pathos. No, see the problem in Pathos eyes was that a gentleman standing in front of him was a Kulinian and whereas they can be trained to be civil they are still not classified as a class one species by the UGA. There were two reasons for this: first that they were a volatile evolution and second that they had done nothing to establish any form of civilized society. It is against galactic regulations to treat class two's perceivably different, also unwise to do anything to anger them and so Pathos willingly did as he was instructed.

The others didn't seem to come to this conclusion so easily, mostly Hawke, but even he after a tense few moments came around and said “ Hell, why not?”

They began to walk the way that the Kulinian had gestured. Raphe's was not too far away and so it was very little of a bother. Pathos thought about the arrangement he had come to with Raphe eleven years ago when he first got here. Pathos would preform some of the the more hazardous repairs and time consuming computation for the Terra-forming and in return Raphe would recharge Pathos battery twice a year, thus keeping him in full working order. Over the years he had become slightly more independent but still had contracts with all three tribe leaders from the old days, this both curried him favor and gave him responsibilities that he had to preform each season.

Sand shifted under the feet of the travelers as the walked along the dried river bed, though the guards and Alzahza had no problems with the terrain. The looming clouds that were rolling in looked like a wall of water.
It may not be monsoon season yet, but it will be Pathos thought to himself looking out at it.
Luckily, the way to Raphe's research facility from here would take them straight past Pathos new home, thus given him a chance to drop off the door he was still carrying.

[Rockabye]

Myr

watched as the figures came closer to her spot of rest next to the soon to be filled dried river bed. Myr sighed as they didnt seem to be changing directions I Guess I have to play nice she thought. Myr would wait for them to speak as she moved herself more into view of the group, though quickly regretting her choice as she recognized the Lizard Guard as one of Raphe's she tried desperately to stay out of the 3 ringleaders radar, though as of recently it seemed to be getting harder and harder. Myr often thought if she had done something to peak this leader's interest.

" hello there Pathos" she said softly obviously ignoring the others mainly the Kulinian " I see you're getting ready for the wondrous rainy season?" she would add noticing the pod door firmly under Pathos's arm.
"ah yes infact, though wondrous is not what i would call it" would reply with a sort of fake amused tone at the idea of yet another rainy season.

Myr had been on this planet only a couple years now, pathos being the only she found that she could stand for more than an hours company.

" Ahh makesss my job easssier" the Kulinian spoke stepping forward to address Myr " my Massstersss would like a word with you ssss, you are to follow me now" he would finish his form of invite and gesture towards the campsite.

Myr would raise a very unamused brow to the demand before turning back to Pathos " no tea then Im guessing? " she would give a glance to Hawke nodding in acknowledgement to him as if to say hello " that's too bad I was looking forward to tea" she would finally turn facing the Kulinian " I see and is your massster inviting or insisting?" her tone was mocking towards the Creature. This inturn would anger him
" DO NOT TOY WITH ME LITTLE GIRL" he snapped taking a very aggressive posture. Squared up, the Lizard man would stand about 6.5 feet tall, Myr would only come to about his mid, she of course would now be directly staring at Lizard belly

" oh of course i mean no disssrespect, i wasss only asssking" she spoke in a polite tone though it was still obvious she was still mocking him.

"Lets be on our way then shall we?" Pathos interjected probably saving Mry some bruising and the Kulinian a headache.
with a silent agreement Myr would follow in suit. First towards Pathos's house so he may place his door then to the campsite that is if nothing else went off with out a hitch. or at least the Kulinian prayed so.

[The Magnan]

“This one is known as Alzahza. He works for Raphe.” said Pathos.

The snake creator hissed at him once more, “Ssurrender, and come with me to the massterss. You are needed.”

“Ah, so if ya need us then it's safe ta say thatcha ain't gonna shoot us then.” Hawke concluded.
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Tom did the only thing he could, listen. It was best that way, he could learn quite a lot from their tone, mannerisms and whether or not he really was in good company. He was a doubting man, and that was something he held close. He listened to the man known as Pathos. The name reeks of pity and suffering, well chosen in that respect. He hadn’t a clue what the literal meaning of Alzahza was; frankly he didn’t want to delve into other races literal attachments to names. Although from the way it spoke he guessed it came from a family of snakes. Another example of peculiar actions of nature, in evolving certain species, he shrugged his response, and Hawke’s speech was certainly going to take getting used to. Being with his old group, speech was pretty much dull, interesting or regarded matters that really didn’t need discussing. They began to follow the Kulinian, he noted the sand moving restlessly beneath him, and Pathos for a machine seemed aware of slight changes in the weather.

The walk led them closer to the dried riverbed where, a girl who reminded him of an amphibian, with webbed feet, a breathing apparatus. She accordingly wore a wetsuit.

"hello there Pathos" she said softly, she then continued," I see you're getting ready for the wondrous rainy season?"
Tom remembered that the machine still held the pod door. A form of protection against nature’s brutal force. If this rainy season proves tedious, I’m going to have to adapt fast.

She continued to ramble on, clearly irritating the snake/lizard being. Tom simply sighed, ‘Let’s just keep moving. Hi by the way,” he said to the girl, “The name’s Wilde or Tom. Choice is yours.”

Pathos agreed, "Lets be on our way then shall we?"

They finally continued on wards, stopping off at Pathos’ house to drop off the pod door, before progressing to this campsite. “I hardly believe where all just going to play happy families here….” muttered Tom.

[Rockabye]

Myr

Would look with a start completely missing a third invitee " oh?! im so sorry, hello tom Im Myr" her tone was again soft spoken and almost child like, adding a low bow to her introduction.
she doesn't seem to fit here Tom thought as she introduced herself. This made him ponder her true identity, because no one was sent here unless they were found guilty . All of Tom’s ponderings would cause him grow very quiet though in retro spect it probably shortened the walk towards Raphe’s Camp.

her water filled breathing apparatus gurgled as they continued, it was unbearably hot today making it almost excruciating to walk and breath. Her steps became labored as she slowly fell behind
“ Get Moving !” the Lizard man snapped “ No More trickssss from you” he would glare with an almost delight as Myr begrudgingly took a step after step, her face would show unimaginable amount of pain as she tried to keep up.
“can…we..rest..a minute?” she finally stopped falling to her knees she clasped her apparatus to adjust it, chocking sounds would emit every once and a while as Myr gasped for breath . the Lizard creature would seem very unamused, but knew if they didn’t his master would have words with him, very painful words if those he was out to collect didn’t make it.
“ you alright Darlin?” Hawke asked moving to her side . Myr would nod a bit annoyed at the fact a new prisoner has now seen her biggest weakness
“ yes… its…just …very hot ….today” she wheezed between breaths . Myr wouldn’t move until she got some water to drench herself in.

[BlankLink]

"My name is Mira, yours?"

"Cap-" Jack stopped short, considered his words, and said, "Jack. Jack Bombas." He extended his hand, and she took it with the reluctance one would would give to cleaning toilet bowls. "Illiosian, huh? Now that you mention it I think I have been by, or heard of it. Outer Sagittarius, right?"

"Yes," she said, pondering him for moment, "You must be a spacer to have heard of such a backwater planet."

"I must be."

She gave him a tilted glance, curiously investigating him with her grey eyes, "Why so coy?"

Jack gave a quick laugh, "I'm not being coy. I'm being cautious. You never know who is going to want to use you for what. I prefer to be underestimated. Its better for me."

"By saying so I'm going to be more cautious around you."

"Thats better for you, then."

"You've adapted to this planet nicely, Mr. Bombas."

"Why, thank you."

The tent flap was peeled back as Yore peeked back into the tent. "How is he?"

The Ice Witch looked back over Beil's body and checked his wounds once again, "We've stopped the bleeding but only time will tell us at this point. I've done all I can."

Yore looked from the woman to Jack, "Come. There is to be a celebration in town and you must taste Paradesian wine." He turned his head back to Mira, "Inform Beila of the well-being of her lover and meet us in town if you would like. Tonight we drink in the name of victory!"

Jack understood that only one near casualty was a good enough reason for success especially considering the dangers this world threw at him in one day.

He bid his farewell to the woman named Mira, and accompanied Yore to the town.

[Mr Mr]

"Sure, go to a mountain away from killer men. I like that plan!" The first female said climbing up his arm. The second swiftly followed suit. When they were safely aboad he turned and started walking. Eere headed slowly through the forest away from the dropsite and deeper into the forest. Weird noises could be heard from behind trees and bushes but nothing could be seen.

"Just a warning if you are on your own, the deep forest is a dangerous place. You would be wise to take caution." Eere warned, he was unsure why he was helping them, then again they hadn't done anything to wrong him yet.

The humans didn't say anything they just nodded worriedly. Eere new it was a longer route but he avoided going deep into the forest. He had fought some of the creatures in there before. Back then he had had a different form; a possessed guarr. They were rhino humanoids with 4 arms and a bad temper. Venturing through the deep forest he had been attacked by a huge snake like creature. He hadn't lasted long, the snake had swallowed his legs before biting him in half and burrowing into the ground.

He got less hassle in this form; it was either the fact he was the same size as a tree or that he looked like a denizen of the forest. It didn't matter which. This form allowed him to go unnoticed in the forest. At the same time it also meant he couldn't leave it without attracting the attention of scavenger parties or nearby settlements.

They were starting to leave the forest now, the trees around them thinning as they approached the river. Eere gazed into it as he remembered the ocean. He'd only seen the ocean on this planet once, well twice, but it had been frozen the second time.

"You may get a little wet." He warned the humans as he stepped into the river. Eere waded out the current pushing him only slightly. The river wasn't much of a problem, at its deepest it only came to his waist. Past the river the ground started to slope upwards getting rockier. They kept going until they hit a wall of rock.

"What now?" One of the humans asked.

"We climb." Eere replied punching into the rock, "Hold on tight."

He started pulling him self up, slowly making his way up the side of the mountain. As they climbed higher they could see further and further out into the valley. Reaching a flat area Eere stopped climbing and approached the edge.

"This humans, is Paradiesos." Eere said pointing. Down below they could see the forest they'd just come through. Eere started motioning to areas in the valley.

"There a three main leaders in this place. That's Yore's town to the west, to the east is Raphes territory and Arterus is somewhere over there. I belong to neither of the camps, but you two may be wise to join or at least check out each of them."

Eere finished talking and paused as a small fleck of snow landed on his face.

"Mmm the monsoons will be upon us in days. What do you want to do?"

[Love to Write]

Trina Smith

During the long hike across the land of Paradiesos the three had found time to introduce themselves. The woman beside her was Isabella though she prefered the name Izzi. And the creature they rode was named Eere. He didn't speak much. He didn't have too. His, or rather it's, very actions proved him to be honorable. Well at the very least, safer then the convicts she had met.

Eere pulled himself up a cliff face. Trian was so freaked out she almost threw up all over him but she managed to get her stomach under control. Finally they reached the top and were able to see the forest they had just come through as well a beautiful ocean. The sight was so beautiful she almost forgot how much she hated being up high. The air up here however was much colder up here, than in the forest and it was getting close to evening time. She unwraped her "belt" and wrapped it around her bare arms like a shawl.

"This humans, is Paradiesos." Eere said pointing. His voice rumbled in a comforting manner. It reminded of the way her father had spoke to her when she was little.
"There a three main leaders in this place. That's Yore's town to the west, to the east is Raphes territory and Arterus is somewhere over there. I belong to neither of the camps, but you two may be wise to join or at least check out each of them." He continued. He sounded a little digusted and sad. Then again she could have just been imagining things.

Something wet landed on her nose. Trina reached up and wiped her face. Then she saw the raindrops. No wonder she was cold! It was starting to rain!
"Mmm the monsoons will be upon us in days. What do you want to do?" Eere asked.

Trina didn't know what to do. If she had her choice she would have just stuck around Eere as he seemed the safest thing on this planet but she figured he wouldn't like that idea very much. Finally she asked, "Of the three, which do you think is the safest place. The least violent?"

"The least violent would be Arterus, he seems to be some sort of mediator for the other two. The other two are roughly the same in terms of violence but Raphe has a habit of bein a lot more cunning. You may still want to just scout out the other two though, just incase they have something you want. "

Trina nodded thinking his words over.

"So how do you suvive on your own? What do you do during the monsoons?"

"I don't need to eat, I don't have to sleep and I blend in with the forest so no one pays me much attention." Eere replied as his body lowered into a sitting position,
"I usualy spend the monsoons in the forest so they're not to much bother, just lots of rain and wind; it's the winters you need to watch out for. This place may apear to be lush and full of life but winter storms strike four times a year and thats when the real deadly beasties come out to play. If you haven't found somewhere to hide by winter your chances are slim. I might spend this monsoon in the ocean, it would be a nice change."

Trina grimaced wondering about her future on this planet. But she still had one last question before she did anything.

"Why did you help us?"

There was a pause as Eere thought of his answer.

"I'm not sure. Although it is nice to have some company for a change. If you want I could acompany you to see the leaders?"

Trina sighed relief. "Oh Eere! You have know idea how much I would appreciate that. With all the violent people and creatures around, I'm not sure I'd last more than a few hours." She overlooked the land and saw little fires being lit. Then she saw the cliff and forest that seperated them from the closest village. "Not to mention, I would probably get horribly lost." She laughed at her own lameness. Even though the situation she was in seemed dire, she couldn't help but laugh. Here we was sitting on the shoulders of a rock giant who walked and spoke and for some strange reason had found her worthy of his help. Maybe this day wouldn't end so badly after all.

[BlankLink]

Inssolent fish, thought Alzahza each time the girl badgered him, and delayed their progress. She smells of the sea... Alzahza wonders if this will make her meat more delicious...

He set Pathos ahead of the group, as he already knew the way, and kept an eye on the other ones. After Yore's barbarians captured the site, he knew that Raphe would be looking for some stragglers to take under his wing, but they were inconsequential, and Alzahza would kill them if need be. Pathos is what he was after: Raphe needed Pathos. Alzahza would be rewarded well for his capture. Perhaps Alzahza would eat fish tonight...

They pushed their way along the beach, its tides crashed rapidly against the sand, and Alzahza knew that a monsoon season would be here soon. His eyes searched out across the ocean; though he did not see a storm front it didn't mean there wouldn't be one soon. The heavy winds carried weather quickly on this planet, which led to frequent, and violent rain and snow storms.

Arriving at Raphes camp came somewhat as a surprise. Their huts were composed of branches, tarps, disguised with the natural flora of the planet, and reinforced with mud. The major thing that stuck out was the series of pods that had been stripped and turned into a distillery. In the distance men could be seen working away on some fields, and some were returning with baskets filled with grapes and other various fruits. The group was greeted with weapons, but when their eyes came across Alzahza they lightened their moods, and paid them little mind.

"Where is Raphe?" Alzahza asked one of the workers.

The man shook his head in response, "Not sure. Last I checked he was in the warehouse."

Alzahza nodded, took the lead, and brought them to a large hut in the center of the camp. Inside were large, makeshift containers filled with liquids of all sorts, and woman stomping away at the grapes being poured into a large barrel.

A tall man with a long, pointed nose, turned toward them, and swished his long, stringy, black hair from his narrowed face. He offered them a smile, which turned out to be more chilling than anything, "Alzahza. And thanks for comming, Pathos. Oh, and who do we have here?" His eyes drifted across the three men, offering Tom a simple lift of his eyebrows, and then smiled broadly at the girl companion, placed his hand in hers and gently pressed his lips across her knuckles, "My name is Raphe. To whom do I owe the pleasure?"

* * * * *

Usually the first thing everyone notices is Paradesios's impending danger; no matter which turn you take there is always someone poised to end your life. While there might be moments of beauty, and places of serenity, they are always short lived. At the end of the day one has broken a sweat trying to escape some near death, looked up at the setting sun, and realized they were lucky to still be alive. This is not necessarily a good thing.

Orange reds illuminated the hazy clouds as the sun began to dip behind the ocean. While the display of the changing colors was magnificent it left one with a sense of dread. Days are quick, and nights are more terrifying. All sorts of deadly hunters come out and prey on drunken townsfolk wandering home. Most people try to stick to groups, but even still, whole parties have been known to go missing. It was even worse after a monsoon.

"Arterus owes us big time after this," grumbled Meglesh, as she smacked a rodent sized insect crawling up her neck. Little did she know it was actually poisonous, and thats the kind of reason Hari had chosen her. She wasn't the type to ask big questions; she simply wanted to get the job done, get paid, and get fucked up afterwards, and if all went to plan that is exactly what would happen. With her skill in blades he felt quite comfortable it would. She was right, however, in that this job was going to require a large payout.

Hari gave a snort from his short snout; this was a normally habitual thing of his people but in this case he also meant it as an agreement. Who knew if the others caught the subtle differences in tonal patterns or not. He was a Pugaran. His people had stumpy, flat faces that were gnarled in odd places, and were covered in fur for the harsh winters of his home. And while he wasn't perhaps the best suited for this job he understood that his seven foot demeanor was good for intimidation.

"If it turns out anything like last time we won't get paid at all," Garren said, "You all remember what happened, right?"

The four others remained silent.

"Don't you!?" Garren insisted, "Found their bodies crushed to pulp. Entrails--"

"ENOUGH!" Hari snapped, "I will not have you spread these poisonous words. You either stay silent, and do what you're supposed to do, or I will kill you myself."

Garren was quite the opposite of Meglesh. He required so much explanation that Hari was worried that he would kill him by the end of this. However, he was Arterus's master hunter, and incredibly smart. Hari felt that his trapping skills would be incredibly useful on this expedition, but his lack of courage in this situation made him second guess that decision.

"You three," he jerked her snout toward some of the other hired muscle, "Keep to my right flank at ten feet. Garren, you take those two and cover at the same distance to my in front. Meglesh and..." he looked at the last remaining henchman, "you. You're with me. Scout says we're getting close. I want silence from here on out. Use the call if you see anything, or find the site."

They continued through the woods with Garren's expert navigation, but the party was as tense as an alley cat. Their eyes darted between each suspicious noise, and they walked with caution. For the first time since they left Hari was happy to have Garren along. He knew the woods, he knew how to evade, and most importantly, he knew how to kill anything. Hours had passed before he heard it. The low cooing tone of one of the planets native nightstalkers called out not but a few feet in front of him. He stopped and looked ahead for Garren, who was holding his hand up for pause. Garren's hand fell and beckoned him forward for a slow approach. Hari crawled slowly up to his side and Garren pointed up, and off into the distance through the canopy of tree leaves.

"There. Look. Thats him."

Hari cast his eyes in the direction of the finger and saw a tree-like man off, high into the mountains. He waved his companions forward.

"Everyone ready your dampeners. This is an energy based life form," Hari said lowly.

"We sure this is going to stop it?" Garren asked skeptically.

"Doctor Ots assures us so," Hari replied, "Now we must bring it alive, or theres nothing in it for any of us. Be careful people."

Garren quickly jerked his head at the spot again, "Oi. Looks like they're coming down."

Hari grinned a toothy grin that left all of his compatriots unsettled; his sharp teeth gleamed with terrifying intent. "perfect," he said lowly, "Alright folks. We ready an ambush. We're going to get this thing before it even knew what hit 'em, Garren, keep your eye out. Make sure we know exactly where he'll be coming down. The rest of you, here is what we're going to do..."

[Mr Mr]

"Oh Eere! You have know idea how much I would appreciate that. With all the violent people and creatures around, I'm not sure I'd last more than a few hours." Trina sighed with relief.

"Not to mention, I would probably get horribly lost."

There was a moment of silence as they watched the clouds rolling in. Eere could feel the moisture gathering, a few moments later thunder cracked in the distance as rain started falling.

"I don't like lightning." Eere rumbled, standing.

"I thought storms didn't bother you?" Trina asked swaying as he rose.

"They don't but lightning has a habit of interfering with my core and besides you'll get wet so we had better find somewhere dry."

He headed across the ledge, around the mountain to a cave on the far side. It wasn't very large going only a short way into the mountain but would serve to shelter them from the comming storm. Towards the back of the cave Eere sat down before lifting Trina off of his shoulders. She sat down opposite him drawing her blanket tighter around her.

Oh right, humans feel cold.

Eere started pulling logs from his form, building a small bonfire. He sat back his form freezing. Slowly his chest opened to reveal a small golden dodecahedron. It moved out of his chest on a rocky protrusion. Held over the pile of logs it glowed before firing a spark into the pile. The core retracted into Eere as a fire started going.

"We can stay here till morning."

[Dissoni Allanacci]

This is my character bio. I hope I don't interupt things too much.

Name: James Malachi
Age: 23
Species: Homō sapiēn
Gender: Male
Previous Occupation(s): Amphibious Assault Specialist, attatched to a scientific research group on planet Mettos for protection and military guidence
Description: Malachi is of average height at 5'10". His hair has grown out since his enlistment to a handsome length, so that his black locks hang almost in front of his face. His build would suggest otherwise, but Malachi is actually an athletic man. Appearences are decieving- He is quick enough, with strength to back it up. His green eyes stand out on his pale face that always seems worried, because Malachi is always absorbing his surroundings, ready for any attack from friend or foe. His caring heart is a curse, as it is what landed him on Paradeisos, because a vengeant heart compliments it.
Charges: Treason, Murder

[Rockabye]

Myr

...and then smiled broadly at the girl companion, placed his hand in hers and gently pressed his lips across her knuckles, "My name is Raphe. To whom do I owe the pleasure?"

Mry pulled her hand away in a polite but awkward manner creepy pedophile she thought " Iam Myr" she spoke with soft and mature tones. she would pull on her pink ribbon allowing her hair the fall around her face quickly wrapping it to cover the scar on her wrist. " I don't believe we've officially met" she glanced at the Lizardman with a leering glare " I was told that you needed to speak with me?" she pulled her focus back on to Raphe as she spoke.
"we'll get to that" Raphe replied remaining vague and distant before turning to Talk to the others.
Mry narrowed her eyes and sighed in frustration . this was a waste of time.I didn't really have anything else to do, but still! and that stupid Lizard lied! how rude, plus there was tea to be had. I know Pathos didnt like missing his tea not at all. Though I'm curious as to what the creepy pedoman needs with him, or me? or...well any of us? through this entire monologue Mry made faces, unaware other might be able to see them. And then i can have frogs legs for dinner.
Myr realized that Alzahza had been watching her conversation in her head the entire time. she narrowed her eyes at him
"can i help you?" she asked as calm as possible to the loathsome lying creature.
" you look tasty" Alzahza said bluntly licking his muzzle with his long forked tongue. Mry gazed wide eyed at the barbarous creature. before moving off to take shelter next to Pathos. Trying not to interrupt Their conversation as she slide next to him looking back to Alzahza and sticking her tongue out at him in a very child like manner, before straightening up and listening to the conversation.

[Zenithgo]

Pathos

"Alzahza. And thanks for coming, Pathos. Oh, and who do we have here?" His eyes drifted across the three men, offering Tom a simple lift of his eyebrows, and then smiled broadly at the girl companion, placed his hand in hers and gently pressed his lips across her knuckles, "My name is Raphe. To whom do I owe the pleasure?"

Pathos watched the awkward display oh the two, both unaware of the others culture. Myr was in her world still a child and the act of putting ones mouth on another was vulgar even for adults. After a quick moment Raphe returned his attention to Pathos and Tom.

“Hawk who is your friend?” Raphe asked sizing him up.

“My name is Tom,” Mr. Wilde said in a tone that one could almost here the frustration in his voice.

“ It is very nice to meet you Tom,” Raphe said with a smile. “ Hawk if you would, please you and Tom feel free to look around Pathos and I have some business to discuss.”

Tom nodded and he and Tom walked away toward the fermenting tanks. Mry was busy trying to provoke Alzahza into attacking and from the looks of things she was getting her way. Mry and Pathos had quickly became friends a few years back when she had arrived. She, like him was a hermit and so they found common ground, she often would make enemies as mature as she acted sometimes her age got the better of her.

“ Well, I am sure you are excited to see why I brought you here. If you will follow me please.” Pathos could hear something new in Raphe's voice, he wouldn't place it but he knew he didn't like it.

They walked a familiar path that very few people even knew existed, Pathos being lucky enough to count himself in the numbers. A short walk from the wear house was a small structure with seemingly nothing of importance about it. Entering the door one could see a mud covered constructed room with three shelves all were mostly empty but on the far wall one of the selves could swing open reveling a dug out passageway leading down. Pathos navigated his way with skill ending in the biggest secret in all Paradeisos, Raphe had spent all of these long years and his considerables scientific talent developing a crop that could grow with no light and would have the needed nutrients to easily sustain life. With this he could make the uninhabitable habitable. There was only one real problem and pathos knew it. The crop (“Life” as it was known) was very susceptible to temperature change which was the reason that it was being grown underground, this how ever limited the quantity drastically.

“ I have found a way to grow this top side.” Raphe exclaimed proudly.

“But the season changes will kill it.” Pathos said

“That is where you come in my friend,” Raphe explained reaching into his jacket and producing a small EMP device. “Your processor and humility dampener coupled with the fermenting tanks can stabilize the climate around our camp and in time this entire Continent. Your small sacrifice will save the lives of many.”
Pathos didn't like the sound of this, It would mean his destruction. Whereas he was an independent life form he was still governed by the three laws of robotic and in as much was unable to defend himself, so he did the one thing he could... run. He was able to traverse the passageways much fast than his pursuer but upon reaching the door way out of the hut he felt his legs power down and he knew that Raphe had used the EMP. Gripping the ground he was able to pull himself forward a few more feet. His chest plate would stop him from full shut down but he would soon lose vision, hearing, and his arms. As the systems shut down one by one he saw Myr and Tom running toward him. Then it all went black.

The next thing Pathos knew he powered on, his body doubled over in the corner of a low lite room but he was not alone. Tom and Myr were here with him. It was some type of holding cell. Pathos' system will still to weak to operate.

“Why, are we here.” Pathos queried

“I guess, they are waiting for something,” Tom explained shrugging.

[Palo112]

Mira

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Once Yore and the man, Jack, left the medical tent Mira sighed and covered her eyes with a hand. Yes, that man was adapting to life here very fast, and now there was a good chance she was going to be stuck here for a whole season, full of people, and children, and Yore, and now Jack. It wouldn't be easy.

She pulled herself together, Beila had been more than patient already. In fact she hadn't interrupted Mira's work yet. It was time to find her and let her see her mate.

Mira stepped out of the tent and cast a searching glance across the camp. Like Yore, it was barbarian. A tent city with little amenities and almost no sanitation. However the camp was more deserted than usual; probably more than half the population was down at the town getting drunk.

She found Beila a few tents away with a cluster of women comforting her. As soon as the woman saw the priest she flung herself to the ground and started wailing in her native language. Mira sucked in a breath and tried to have patience, at home no one would ever consider doing anything of the sort, everything there was far too formal. Even after three years of being here she still wasn't accustomed to displays of emotion.

By the time she and three other women got Beila to the med tent it was obvious that the hysterical woman wouldn't be capable of caring for her mate. Mira sighed and turned to Arame, one of Yore’s many wives. "The bandages will need to be changed in a few hours.”

Arame narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. She was a large woman, with forearms double the size of Mira's own and ruled the women of the camp with an iron fist. "Leaving us already Witch?"

Mira shook her head and patted her satchel. "Yore invited me into town and I will need to barter for supplies. My herbs likely won't be enough for this wound alone. Things will be much better if I can find some antibiotics to help it along."

The big woman eyed her suspiciously for a moment, then gave a curt nod and cast an eye at the quickly darkening sky. "I'll find a some boys to take you."