STGOD 3: Main Story Thread

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-18 10:58pm

As the sand was kicked into his face, by reflex a nictitating membrane flashed sideways over Alytars eyes, and protected them while keeping his vision intact. It isnt like he needed his eyes anyway, he could sense heat and pressure accuratly enough that he can tell where his enemy is.

The lycanthrope flew at him, and using arather deft move he grabbed the cretures claw an instant before impact and used his own momentum against him, and threw him, launching an iceball into his chest for good measure.

He then teleported back, and cast a spell. A cage of Force(as per the D&D spell forcecage) appeared around the lycanthrope. If covered on all 6 sides... he was held fast. It was going to suck having to break the news to harry that he was the werewolf he was hunting.

He teleported back to his house to get his camera, and teleported back

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-01-18 11:10pm

The lycanthrope got his jaws around one of the bars of the force cage and chomped down. This guy was getting really annoying. The six-sided box soon became a five-sided box, and he stepped right out.

Fuming, he paced up and down the beach, dashing up and down its sides at two hundred miles per hour while he thought about what he was going to next.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-18 11:17pm

When he got back, the wolf was out of the cage... He sat there while invisible, using illusion to mask his scent, and watched.

Captain Cyran · Post by **Captain Cyran** » 2004-01-18 11:23pm

Marcus looked over at Nuada "How the hell did you know that these pale goths were Vampires? I mean, it's night... and I sure as hell couldn't of-"

"It's a gift. Now I believe that we should take care of this problem should we not?"

"Right right, whatever. Vampires huh... I've always been kinda curious as to what these blood sucking wusses were like."

One of the vampries stepped up "Quite a mouth on the cocky bitch isn't there. How about I take care of him now."

Marcus laughed and beckoned the vampire forward. "Come on ya pussy. My hand, your mouth."

The cocky vampire moved forward at a fast pace, moving at a blistering speed, surprising Marcus some. The vampire bared it's fangs. "Good bye mortal swine." It lunged forward.

Marcus placed his hand so the palm was directly in line with the vampires mouth. "Dude, you have no fucking clue who I am do you?" With that he let loose a full blast and the head of the vampire dissappeared entirely and instantly, it was soon followed by the neck. The vampire's body flew back and spun in the air, another blast from Marcus's other hand completely destroyed the vampire, there was nothing left but little bits of ash and clothing floating through the air. The tree behind the vampire had been cut in two by the first shot, the second shot had completely destroyed a small hill behind that.

"Alright bloodsuckers, who else wants some of my hand!"

Nuada sighed, this man certainly had a way with words, and a way with destroying everything he came in contact with, which left Nuada slightly worried about his fate with the madman. Giving him more thought into maybe destroying this man soon.

Nuada didn't say a thing, he simply looked at the flaming tree and casued the flames to grow and spin, waving across the ranks of the vampires. Three reacted too slow and were caught in the flames, the remaining four jumped out of the way.

"You had to intice them, didn't you."

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-18 11:25pm

After a few minutes of watching dogboy run up and down the beach at high speed... Alytar had enough...

He cast another spell. This time catchng the wolfman in a sphere of force, then keeping it from rolling by placing it inside a focecage.

He set up the camera's tripod then scuttled over and said
"You know, you really need to learn when to sit and stay... GAH CURSED SAND!!!!"

He then started preening his gills.

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-01-18 11:34pm

Damn fish sure is persistent. The beast lay down in the sphere pretending to give up. He lazily wagged his tail and pawed a bit at the force sphere. With each subtle movement of his paw another piece of its magical substance eroded away under his claws. Soon he would breach it, creating a hole big enough for him to grip and properly shred.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-18 11:38pm

"Damn those laws are sharp" Alytar said.
"You know, I could teleport you to the bottom of a trench. But you smell familiar, so I want to know who you are. I can always reinforce the spell, so as long as I am here, you arent getting out"
He said this while combing his gills and flushing them with water to cleanse the demon sand

He looked up, noting the fabric of his spell eroding under the claws, and waved his hand... undoing the damage and forcing the wolf to start again. He then went back to preening.

Exonerate · Post by **Exonerate** » 2004-01-19 12:12am

Mancer sat in the office of the New York Division, looking out of a window at the metropolitan area. She was sitting inside the building that was supposed to replace the Twin Towers after 9/11. She considered the irony for a moment - the Twin Towers contained the old office, but one of the higher-ups decided that he was tired of the same old office, so he orchestrated the attack as an excuse to get a new building in place.

Mancer stood, facing towards the large window pane, giving her a complete view of the city. She closed her eyes, spread her arms a little, and extended her telepathic powers, searching for abnormalities. She sensed a few, but nothing too concerning. She would have to do her work here, then move on.

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-01-19 12:29am

He proceeded to do absolutely nothing for a minute, just watching. Tehn, with a sudden burst of energy, he pushed off with full force against the bottom of the sphere, impacting sharply against the opposite side. His momentum caused him, cage and all, to jump up into the air and forward towards Alytar, who barely leaped out of the way in time. The wolf glanced over, disappointed but not surprised that he missed, and shrugged, as if to say "It was worth a try."

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2004-01-19 12:41am

"That would have sucked" he said as he got back on his feet. Though he was impresed.

"Well, the sun will be up in a few hours... I could teleport us to a place a little more private. Though the cage will have to come with us. He snapped his fingers and teleported them into Alytars huse... cage, camera and all. All into Alytars main room.

Jaded Masses · Post by **Jaded Masses** » 2004-01-19 12:51am

I awoke with a headache that went far beyond the head and through out my body. When I forced my eyes open I saw.... nothing, and everything. It seemed as though the place around me was living it self. A chaotic maelstrom of voices and thoughts were exchanged and spat back and forth beyond my pitiful understanding.

Then, then an identity summoned a single, individual voice. The presence approached me and around it some form of order was imposed, as if his "self" was enough to quiet the pulsing song of life. Then I realized it had more then a voice, but was broadcasting its very thoughts out. Whats more, I realized it was speaking to me. And it was coming closer, and getting louder. Closer and closer in till my own voice, my own self was washed away in the din of its all powerful ambience. Then darkness came, along with the pure, primal fear of being utterly obliterated.

And then I was changed. I woke up in my house, and I knew that it was no dream because i woke up this mourning with two things I hadn't had the last time I woke up here. One, a purpose. Two, a will to serve!

I grabbed my sword and all but ran out the door, the world would learn a lesson. Oh yes, it would learn....

Asst. Asst. Lt. Cmdr. Smi · Post by **Asst. Asst. Lt. Cmdr. Smi** » 2004-01-19 02:18am

Jonathan Grey was in the conference room on the top floor of the PRID building. He was with several other high-up members, discussing the virus.

"When we got rid of the virus, we discovered that several files relating to future activities of the PRID were missing." Said one of the members.
"You do have the backups, right?" Jonathan replied.
"You're missing that point. Do you have any idea how much havoc can be wreaked on our forces now that those files are God-knows-where?"
"Yes, I do. But, can't they be traced-"
"Cut the shit, John! Not only were the files gone, we were unable to trace them. Perhaps the single biggest fuck-up in the history of the PRID."
"Can the plans be changed?"
"What kind of idiotic question is that? You helped create the machine we use, the apparitions only appear at certain times, and we have to be there to destroy them!"
"Okay, then. Let's just move on and make sure something like this never happens again."
"That's pretty much all we can do now."

Once the meeting had ended, Jonathan went back to his office, looked out the window, and chuckled. According to the plans, the PRID was patrolling the D.C. area for apparitions tonight, and with any luck, havoc would be wreaked upon them.

Chardok · Post by **Chardok** » 2004-01-19 12:06pm

Slowly, his vision returned again.

-this is getting really old-

he found when his vision returned he was in a nondescript white room. a door, was set into one wall, and the place was awash with the harsh light of sodium lamps from high above. K'thar was not bound anymore, and the door was slightly ajar.

-a trap. of course.-

As if on cue, the door swung open, revealing a man in a dark suit and sunglasses. "Hello, Mr.-"
"My name is of no concern to you." K'thar said coldly.
"Oh, but it is of great concern. You see, if you ever want to get out of here, you'll need to cooperate. And anyway we need your help."
"Tough. you'll get no help from me, no matter what your endeavors, and I'm getting tired of being knocked out every five minutes. How long has it been since you KIDNAPPED me?"
"Hmmph. let me make this clear to you. We believe you may be in league with the apparitions, the ones that attacked and killed hundreds on the steps of the capitol building no less. Let me break it down for you: Hundreds of people die, we get there, set up a-perimeter- then a flying....something...shows up, busts through barricades, and tosses cars and people around like sticks, get's shot in the gut and lives. You see how this would be a tad....unnerving?"

"Yes. But I assure you I'm not in league with these "Apparitions" or whatever."

"I'm with PRID, the Paranormal removal and investigation Division. And we are charged with-"

"Investigation and removal of things paranormal? X-files ring a bell? I grow weary of your games. speak what you want. Now."

"You are hardly in a position to make demands." the agent said flatly.

-this is getting old. I've not DONE anything to them!-

"How are you able to bend things metallic? Some kind of, magnet power? What do you do? where do you come from? We need to perform test to find things out about you. You are not normal, and are therefore-Paranormal. If you do not cooperate-Well, why don't you just come with me." With that, the Agent walked out of the room cooly, nonchalantly, without so much as a glance back.

K'thar Followed. As they walked down winding, nondescript painted cinderblock hallways, K'thar noticed they had stripped him of all his posessions. -'my PDA...hmm...no doubt redered useless by my EMP'- and was clothed in white pajama-like clothes, loose and comfortable and a fresh scar on his left palm. through hallway after hallway they walked, to a pair of huge steel doors set into one of the walls.
"this place is like a subway maintenance tunnel."

"It used to be." The agent replied.

Swiping a keycard, the steel doors slid slowly apart, revealing a huge computer console, complete with flashing lights everywhere.

"This is like Star Trek!" K'thar said, with childlike wonder in his voice.

the agent snickered, "Star Trek? What do you know about Star Trek?"

"Heh. What DON'T I know. When I came to- Well, never mind that."

The agent snickered again, "Almost got you." then his face went back to the expressionless mask it was when first K'Thar saw him.

"At any rate," The agent said, pressing a few buttons, "These," Two huge panels of the wall slid aside, revealing clear glass with a swirling mist inside. like thick fog, only luminescent. "Are Apparitions. Near as we can tell, they are corporeal and non corporeal at the same time. They can be harmed as easily as any human, but seem to sort of, piece themselves together after a fashion." the agent turned from the window, looking directly at K'Thar, "Sort of like how you did."

"Agent-"

"Smith." the Agent said.

"Of course. well, you all look alike to me. Anyway, Agent Smith, now see here, All I want is to be left in peace, I've not done anything to hurt anyone, I merely want to go home. I don't want this action, I don't care about apparitions, or PRICK, or PRID, or whatever acronym you throw at me, I only want to GO HOME."

"You can't. Drop that now. At any rate, These apparitions are troublesome, to say the least. They appear at random, semmingly, 'meld' into people and they simply die. We don't know what motivates them, we don't know where they come from, we don't know anything about them other than what I've told you. Add to that the fact that creatures with seemingly unnatural powers seem to pop up everywhere, wreaking as much or more havoc as these apparitions. There's some kind of giant ape-thing, a madman with the ability to incinerate everything, who, by the way, has laid waste to an entire town. Have you any idea how tough that is to keep hushed? We've even had sighting of a werewolf. A WEREWOLF. What is the world coming to, I wonder, when supernatural creatures pop up everywhere, killing at random. Make no mistake. This is a war, and, whether you like it or not, you are involved. Watch this."

The agent pressed a button on one of the consoles, and suddenly, muffled blasts could be heard. Hundreds of them. then the chamber which was once filled with the fog was cleared, reveling three vaguely humanoid chapes, with wisps of smoke emanating from their bodies lay on the floor inside. K'thar observed a turret mounted machinegun withdraw into the ceiling.

"So you've got a machine gun that kills three people. you must be very proud."

"Just watch." The agent said in his all-too-typical monotone voice.

A minute later, the three forms began to move, then got up. K'thar could swear one of the faceless heads turned to look at him. At once the chamber was again filled with the luminescent fog.

"Holy-" K'thar began

"Shit." Finished the agent. "Holy shit is right. We are in a world of shit, and, to be perfectly honest, we don't know how to get out. We just know these things must be stopped. Will you help us?"

"No. I won't. I don't want to get involved in this. I've got concerns of my own, Agent Smith, and they do not involve a war with 'ghosts'."

"I'm sorry to hear that." the agent replied. "But you know already too much, and since you won't help us, and since we believe you are in league with these things, you have to be eliminated."

"I hate to disappoint you, Agent Smith, but that just isn't going to happen. Do you know what makes things solid, Agent smith? why these ghosts don't just pass through that glass of yours? Why a wall hurts when you walk into it?"

"Because they are solid. I know where you are going with this, We've already detected highly unusual EM fields generated seemingly by you."

"Then you know I could be out of here in seconds?"

"The thought had occurred to us, but we were hoping to appeal to your sense of morality."

"Agent Smith, my apologies if I sound condescending, but, have you taken a look at me? I'm obviously not from this planet."

"Obviously."

"That doesn't amaze you? Astound you? I'm living proof that you humans are not alone. How did I get here? Do you not wish to know that?"

"Oh, we'll get to that, but right now, these things are more...pressing. they can appear anywhere, anytime. at random and without reason they kill us. we don't know why, or where, they will strikle next. One thing is clear, however; they are spreading-and they could potentially end the Human race."

-Hmm, All humans dead does not help me get home.-

**No it doesn't**

"What the?"

**I can "Hear" your thoughts**

"Agent Smith, I'll thank you to *not* do that again. My thoughts are my own."

"No, they aren't. You belong-"

**to us, now.**

With that final message, the Agent drew his gun and took aim. K'thar erected an invisible barrier of energy. the agent fired three shots in rapid succession, each impacting upon the barrier and disappearing in a wisp of smoke.

"Impressive." The agent said, tossing aside his gun.

"Please, I don't want to-"

"Too late."

With a wave of his hand, K'Thar, flung the agent against the console, which exploded in a hail of sparks and flame. the Agent lay motionless in the now darkened chamber. K'thar reched down and picked up his gun and, with a tentative glance over his shoulder, sprinted out of the room.

-not good. I don't know my way around this place-

**No, you don't, you belong to us now**

-get out of my head.-

**You have no chance to survive make your time.**

K'thar grumbled as he ran down the seemingly endless corridor, passing door after door after door, all the same, his feet squeaking against the polished concrete floor, the whole place seemed abandoned. Panting, he finally stopped running, and slowed to a walk.

-this never ends, does it?-

**It will never end**

"GRAAAAAGH!" K'thar screamed, holding his head. "GET OUT! GET OUT! Wait a minute."

**Don't try it. Any attempt to dislodge the chip in your hand will result in your immediate death. The chip itself is made of the most potent engineered virus on the planet. Your healing factor will not save you**

"This is nice." he sighed, exasperated.

K'thar again began walking down the corridor, glancing furtively behind him, as row upon row of doors passed still. finally, he stopped and with a motion of his hand, flung the door out from the wall, into the room beyond. almost as soon as the door was liberated, a deafening screech was heard, followed by the steady Clack-Clack Clack-clack os a train on it's tracks. K'thar's ears popped as the train whoosed by, sucking air out of the tunnel, and K'thar fought the rush of wind to stay on his feet. Finally, when the subway train passed, he stuck his head out into the tunnel.

-Great! Finally some luck!-

**you have no chance to survive make your time.**

-you're getting on my nerves. And, by the way, that's not funny.-

K'thar stepped out onto the walkway of the tunnel and began to walk along it's length. the Agent's gun held out defensively, sweeping from side to side to detect a target. It was nearly pitch black, except for a pitiful bare lightbulb every 500 feet attached to the wall. water dripped from someplace above, and over the faint clacking of subway trains far off in the distance, a scurrying rat could be heard. K'thar would have to be careful now that the PRID could hear his thoughts.

**You will help us.**

-T'was Brillig, and the slithey cove, and the door mum fell bum bim by the way-

K'thar rememebred something like that from a movie he saw many years ago.

**Keep walking along that tunnel, you will soon come to an old, closed down boarding platform.**

K'thar finally rounded the long, sweeping curve and reached a large, open area, in the light of the pathetci bulb, he could see on the other side of the double tracks there was indeed an old platform, complete with stairs leading up, thin streams of light shone through some unseen opening above.

-I will probably be eaten by a grue-

K'thar decided if he was going to be harassed constantly, he would have fun with it, as much as it was driving him ape.

he stepped carefully down onto the railbed, avoiding the deadly third rail and leapt up onto the loading platform. He walked over to the stairs, and looked up into the darkness, pierced by only a few weak strands of light. over the barricades he stepped, breaking apart the boards barring his way. he passed under, finally, the origin of the streamers of light, holes in the ceiling high above.

-do these stairs ever end?- He thought as he cept further and further into the darkness.

**apparitions**

"Huh?" looking left, then right, he saw nothing.

**Behind!**

quickly rising from the ground, K'Thar spun a full 180 degrees and was greeted by luminous smog, which at once seemed to solidify into a vaguely humanoid figure, charging forward with unnatural speed. flinging out his hand, K'thar dislodged one of the huge stone bricks that made up the side of the wall, and effortlessly hurled it at the figure. the figure turned and saw the huge boulder, dematerialized long enough to allow the boulder to pass through, then re-solidified.

-Just like The Matrix, weak-

**NOT weak. GO!**

-you must be kidding.-

**Run, Now!**

K'thar fired a few shots into the newly materialized spectre, the bullets slamming into the now solid form, flinging it down the stairs. K'thar continued to hover in place for a moment. then, not wishing to be taken by surprise again, began the long climb upward again. "What kind of loading platfor is THIS deep underground?!" he said aloud. It was still pitch black, he could see nothing, and simply felt his way along the right wall, when up ahead, a huge wall of luminous fog lay.

-why didn't you warn me about that?-

**up**

The wall began to move forward, dissipating slightly as dozens of solid forms began taking shape.

"that's not good." He began to fly backwards through the stairwell, now aglow with the luminosity of the ghosts.

**up**

-there's TONS of solid rock and god knows what else up there-

**Do it.**

-my choices are die or die. just my luck-

K'thar was certain he could not maintain a barrier and force his way through the rock. the nearly formed beings were now running toward him. He lurched upward suddenly, one ghostly hand missing him by mere inches. he sent forth a massive bolt of EM energy, one after another after another after another, pouding his way through tons of rock, and debris. One hit from one of those boulders would finish him for sure. he kept sending for blast after blast...

on 5th Avenue, life proceeded as normal, bustling people shopping, people on Cell phones, traffic at a near standstill. Yuri Galavich stood at the corner smearing mustard on one of his famous hotdogs when suddenly his tongs began to shake, clicking lightly against his metal pre table. "Vat eez zees?" He said aloud.

"Do you hear that?" One man asked.

Dogs began barking, people to stumble. suddenly the street seemed to come zlive as a huge lumped lurched upward, the concrete buckling, cars caught on the lump were simply stuck, the pounding becoming louder and louder, the lump growing in height until finally, with explosive force, the street was ripped asunder, tons of boulders, concrete and splintered steel sowered upward, raining death upon the hapless people on the sidewalks and cars in the street.

K'thar skin and eyes began to burn in the bright midday sun, as he bolted off into the distance, quickly becoming a speck on the horizon...

Jaded Masses · Post by **Jaded Masses** » 2004-01-19 12:57pm

I knew where I had to go, in Washington DC my masters were gathering, and I had to be there for them. I had to be there for them now. At an airport I found the plane I wanted. A Citation X. Then I found a pilot who I motivated to fly me to Washington.

As we took off a strange mist surrounded the plane. The masters of London were coming as well.

The plane was registered to one Mr. McGreyth.

Dahak · Post by **Dahak** » 2004-01-19 01:32pm

"What?" he shouted. "You don't have the right to give away my plane! Tell me where it did fly to, maybe I'll let you retain your job, after all!"
The guy from the airport told him where it was going to. Washington.

Well, it seems there is something strange going on around Washington... And I do want to get that punk who stole the plane! His business in London would have to wait then, and he was sure his plans would survive that.

He called a travel agency and arranged for a flight to Washington next morning, fist class and booked a suite in one of the luxury hotels in the city.
"It seems as if you're going to see the world, Peter," he smiled. "Pack for Washington. We have business there."

Might as well inform my fellow colleagues of my presence in the states.
HE made a call via a secret phone number. "Yes? If you could please be so kind and inform Lady Mancer that some dire matters require my presence in the States. I would very well like to meet here. It might influence the plans..."

Exonerate · Post by **Exonerate** » 2004-01-19 03:11pm

The phone rang. Mancer picked it up.
"Speaking." she stated, without bothering to identify herself.
"We need you in Washington DC, to step up with recruitment and cover-ups. Go to the PRID branch there, they're getting sloppy and need leadership."
"Understood."

Three Hours Later
Mancer was on a plane, a private jet headed towards Washington DC moving at nearly the speed of sound. All of the windows were closed to prevent sunlight from seeping in. Her employer's resources and luxuries were nice at times. But unfortunately, she was getting hungry. She walked up close to one of the people who was assigned to attend to her needs. Might as well - this was arguably part of their job.
"Relax..." she whispered, while exerting a calming effect with her powers. The man stood there, sort of dazed. She pressed her mouth to his neck, and pierced it a little - blood started flowing out of his veins. In three minutes, she was done, and he would have no recollection of the incident.
"Why don't you get some rest?" she suggested "Be sure to drink lots of liquids and eat high-protein foods."
Mancer sat back down in her large bed, and looked at the clock. She'd be arriving soon.

Jaded Masses · Post by **Jaded Masses** » 2004-01-19 03:19pm

Private Air traffic was restricted around DC due to reasons of "national security". I felt the beings around me ripple with humor at the thought. Instead we went to New York. When we landed I knocked out the pilot and rented a car. Most of the masters dispersed into the ground but one stayed with me and guided me to down town. Eventually I reached a place and I was instructed to wait. Soon enough there was a rumbling and a hole appeared in the ground and a man was spewed forth. The man quickly sped off into the distance. I knew this man was my enemy, the masters told me so. More so they told me his hand was the real enemy, the enemy of everyone and that it had to be destroyed. I grabbed my sword and began tele-hoping after him, trying to catch up.

Raxmei · Post by **Raxmei** » 2004-01-19 03:56pm

The wolf lay lazily inside the force sphere. He wouldn't have anything important to do until morning, so he bided his time playing tic-tac-toe with himself and doodling cute little bunnies getting messily devoured on the sphere's wall.

thecreech · Post by **thecreech** » 2004-01-19 04:00pm

Ragam sped thru the desert at 200 mph. IN the distance he could see a man standing by himself. As Ragam got closer he realized it was Hank McKenna. Ragam kept his size foot high size and came to a full stop right in front of him and stood up.

"Hello Hank, this is not the first time you have greeted me this way. I take it that you want to talk to me about the PRID facitlity"

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-01-19 04:10pm

thecreech wrote:Ragam sped thru the desert at 200 mph. IN the distance he could see a man standing by himself. As Ragam got closer he realized it was Hank McKenna. Ragam kept his size foot high size and came to a full stop right in front of him and stood up.

"Hello Hank, this is not the first time you have greeted me this way. I take it that you want to talk to me about the PRID facitlity"

Hank looked down at the small Ragam, relieved that he wasn't having to deal with the giant he had before.

"Hello Ragam, yes it is about the facility. More precisely, who broke you ought, and if he gave a reason?"

thecreech · Post by **thecreech** » 2004-01-19 04:26pm

"MMM... He said his name was John and that was all. He was trying to recruit me to go on a ghost hunt but basically refused. Why? who is he?"

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-01-19 04:43pm

thecreech wrote:"MMM... He said his name was John and that was all. He was trying to recruit me to go on a ghost hunt but basically refused. Why? who is he?"

"We think he was a man we know who has killed dozens, if not hundreds of people. The PRID has been trying to track him, but it was never given high-priority till now. If you could describe him for us, that'd be everything we need."

thecreech · Post by **thecreech** » 2004-01-19 05:29pm

"MMM... i knew i should of squashed that girley miget when i had the chance. He wore long black jacket, He was bald and had a scar across one of his cheeks. Look like a Moby but not as fat. am i being associated with him because of the break?"

Straha · Post by **Straha** » 2004-01-19 05:32pm

thecreech wrote:"MMM... i knew i should of squashed that girley miget when i had the chance. He wore long black jacket and had black hair. Look like Cher but not as fat. am i being associated with him because of the break?"

"No... no, I stopped that. I've cleared up your record, you're clean and now one will bother you from the PRID. If you could just tell us where you took him, we're done. And, I might add, the offer to join us still stands..."

Chardok · Post by **Chardok** » 2004-01-19 05:41pm

Soaring through the stratosphere, K'thar looked down onto the jumbled concrete mess that was New York City.

-can't go home. That'd lead them right there.-

**smart**

-Gotta get out fo this sun-

**Really?**

K'thar's skin had begun to turn pink already as he flew southward, surrounded by a bubble of EM energy.

-How was I able to blast through so much solid concrete and rock?-

**You have no idea how powerful you are**

-Thanks, Ben. I should use the force now?-

Tearing through the atmosphere, he spied an airport. he was already back in Washington, DC. swooping down into the loading terminal, where countless check baggage was being processed. Grabbing a suitcase, he waved his hand to unzip it. Finding some casual clothes that fit his tall, slender frame, he quickly dressed, and glanced around the terminal.

-well, at least I'm out of the Sun. I need to rest.-

finding a nice, cozy spot underneath a conveyor belt, he made himself a pillow out of some of the other clothes from the raided suitcase, and quickly fell asleep.

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