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Into the Night

10/27/2012 11:47 PM 

Audition Form

Please submit all auditions as messages.1. What role are you auditioning for?2. How long have you roleplayed?3. Do you finish what you start? Are you committed?4. Do you para/multipara?5. Do you work well with others?Please submit a small sample of your work with questionnaire.

Into the Night

10/27/2012 11:46 PM 

Roles (Needed)

Buffy/Angel   Xander Harris Anya Jenkins Glory Winifred Burkle Charles Gunn  Supernatural     Mary Winchester John Winchester Bobby Singer Castiel Gabriel Lucifer Crowley Ellen Harvelle Jo Harvelle TrueBlood     Alcide Herveaux Sam Merlotte Jessica Hamby Tara Thornton Jason Stackhouse Andy Bellefleur Terry Bellefleur Hoyt Fortenberry Holly Cleary Rene Lenier Warlow Jesus Velasquez Godric Sophie-Anne Leclerq Arlene Fowler Nora Gainesborough Crystal Norris    

Into the Night

10/27/2012 11:46 PM 

Who We Are

So just who is and what is Into the Night?  We are a role playing community dedicated to the creation of long and involved, multi-character blog stories in the Angel/Buffyverse, Supernaturalverse, and the True Bloodverse.  Some of our role players also have story lines in comments or messages, but that is their own personal role play and is neither considered a part of the RPC activities, nor is such role play governed by the rules of the RPC (see Into the Night has been in its current form since early 2010.  We started on MySpace, then migrated to Sitemodel, and finally to  The RPC was created by Katarina Pratt, Spike, and Jade.  Kat and Spike are the current co-owners of the site.  Jade left the group in 2012.  However, Into the Night has roots going back to early 2009 when a very talented group of role players came together on MySpace to create blog stories in the Angelverse.  Lorin is the only refugee from those early days.  You can ask him about them, if you are interested.  The RPC consists of this home page and four blog story pages: Angel/Buffy Stories: Into the Night Tales: Supernatural Stories: Crossover Stories: The Stories Tragically, in late October 2012 the RPC was hacked and most of the stories were deleted.  However, we were able to piece together most of the ongoing story lines and repost them.  One completed story (Just a World Away) was also reposted in its entirety; however, most of our archive of completed stories was lost.  We are now saving every post in every story so if catastrophe hits again, we will not lose a single syllable.  Each story has a story lead who is responsible for developing and executing a plot (in collaboration with other role players).  This plot is kept largely secret so that events are a surprise to the role players, but generally he or she must share parts of those future events with the participating role players to keep the plot on track.  The story lead also must be flexible and learn to adapt, because role players tend to do things unexpectedly that require tweaking the story line.  We do not have a minimum word count for posts, but each post should be long enough to carry the story forward, as appropriate for the context of the story.  In some cases a short post is needed, in others, a longer post is appropriate.  Currently, role players in the Angel/Buffyverse tend to write shorter posts than in the Supernatural and True Blood stories.   Some stories are written in multiple blogs, which are akin to separate scenes or chapters of a story.  Blogs may run concurrently or follow one another.  As a chapter or scene ends, a post will direct the role players to move to another blog. Following is a listing of ongoing stories: Angel/Buffyverse:Diving Deep Into the Wellspring of Magic: World Order in 2 blogs: Happened in London A World Away (in one blog, a Supernatural Story):The Runaways (Angelverse): of the Teenage Winchesters:

Into the Night

10/27/2012 11:44 PM 


Rules of Operation for the Blog Story Pages          Creativity should never be stymied by rules, so the hard and fast prohibitions on these pages are kept to a bare minimum.  But rules there are, and if you violate them, your posts will be summarily deleted.  So here goes:   1) Let every word and every syllable in each and every post be true to the story.   2) Be courteous to your fellow role players.  This means taking some things in consideration. Please click here and read. . We have zero tolerance for drama!   3) Never delete a profile used in a blog story, and keep it active (log in at least every 45 days).  If deleted, then all your posts in the stories vanish, leaving holes.    4) Once you start in a story, stick with it to the end.  We all have obligations in real life.  If you need to go on hiatus for a while, we understand.  Just let the story lead know so we can write around you. To show us that you have read these rules, please comment with your favorite gif below.   That's it for rules.  But there are some guidelines that are just as important.  Drum roll, please...   1) THINK before you speak.  Read the story to make sure your post is IN CONTEXT - setting wise, time wise, other characters within earshot, whether it's day or night, etc. etc. etc.   2) Take the time to design your post so it MOVES THE STORY ALONG, in character development, plot, or setting.  If it doesn't achieve any of those things, shut up and sit down!   3) Take the TIME to write well.  You might want to think about writing out your post in Word or Word Perfect, doing a spell check and looking for grammatical errors before posting.    4) The role playing pages ARE NOT for chit chatting or out-of-character messaging.  There are other venues for that.    5) THINK about what you want to say, given the context of the story, then commit your thoughts to paper in as few words as possible.  Devise descriptions as needed for the reader to fully visualize what's happening, but for sure, concise is the name of the game, my literary friends.  If you drone on and on and on, your reader will develop attention deficit disorder and wander away, never to return again.  The longest post does not win - it's the one that draws the reader in and leaves them yearning and desperate for more.  THAT'S good writing my role-playing amigos.      6) Be INCLUSIVE.  Think how to involve other characters who may not be participating for one reason or another.  If you engage in posts that only involve one or two other characters, to the exclusion of others, we will lose the rest of our talented role players.  Give them an opportunity to participate, even if it means delaying the story for a while.   Message them when it's time for their input.    7) LEARN FROM OTHERS.  Read the posts of your fellow role players.  Find the posts you like and tease out what it is you like about them.  Don't plagiarize anyone word for word, but don't hesitate to adopt or adapt aspects of someone's style or even steal a few words from them now and then.  If you like someone's writing, ask them to critique some of your own posts.  There are excellent writers among us, and we should all be learning from each other.8) READ AND CONTEMPLATE our blog (on this page) entitled 'A Preliminary Guide for Composing Top-notch Role Play Posts'.   Finally, here are some resources for budding writers.  Take advantage of them...  An online thesaurus, dictionary, translator, and encyclopedia.  Use it to be creative with words and to give the appearance that your character is smart. the most common grammatical errors.  Use it to be grammatically correct. Relish in writing tips from the masters of fiction.

( savage )

10/25/2012 10:24 PM 


These will come soon. I hope you all have common decency. x


10/25/2012 09:14 PM 


1. I am not Tom Welling nor do I claim to be. Like you all I am a roleplayer.2. No godmodding, autoing, or controlling my character. I dislike godmodding as much as anyone else. I would never control your character, so I would personally like to have be shown the same courtesy I give to you. 3. If Clark is in a relationship, then he will not cheat. That's a promise. I won't cheat on the person I have an rp relationship with, because my Clark is a very committed person. 4. I have many pages, so I'm always bouncing on or off. So if you expect a reply, be patient, eventually I will get back to you. If you wish to discuss storylines/or connection, I'd be happy to comply. 5. Please don't attempt to kill off my character without my consent. If you do that, rest assured you will be deleted off my list. If you wish to try and kill off my character, we can discuss that in a message and see if we can cross that bridge. 6. Out of Character Drama is absolutely discouraged. If you cause drama, curse at someone or at my friends, you're off my page. If all you wanna do is whine and cuss, do it somewhere else. I don't tolerate fighting/conflict. RP drama is all good though. 7. I am fine with either para/multa roleplaying, and accept one-liners. I only require literacy. I don't wanna see someone using text talk. It's just kind of crazy. Novella is something I cannot do however.8. Hope we all have fun roleplaying.

Coming soon

10/22/2012 10:37 PM 

akatsuki meeting!!!!!!!


10/22/2012 12:24 PM 

Raw Survivor Series Teams

Raw Guys * Dolph Ziggler (team captain) * Jack Swagger * Chris Masters * Mason Ryan * David Otunga Girls * Eve Torres (team captain) * Maryse * Beth Phoenix * Melina * Maxine

.Loyalty. Of. The. Scot.

10/21/2012 10:50 PM 

Rules: Read and Obey
Current mood:  accomplished

1. Disclaimer: I am not nor do i claim to be TommyFlangan. 2. Chibs Telford: He is thecreation of FX.3. Para/Multi.Para / Novalist: I do not one line. I will only Para . MultiPara. And Nova; There are some occassions where I will go out on a limb and one line. If you're not one of my close friends then don't ask. My starter usually starts with 3 or more paragraphs.4. Messages: I don't roleplay in messages ever. I find it to be rather annoying. Messages are only for ooc. If youu send me a starter than it must be through comments or a reply will not be sent.5. Drama: I cannot stress this enough. Uncessessary drama is by far the most pathetic thing in roleplaying. If youu try to start something with me, and have no reason too. Meaning youu lashed out at me unreasonably. Then I'll just block youu and let everyone know how pathetic youu are.6. Friendship: I take my friendships very seriously. I will always have your back no matter what the situation. Unless it's your fault of course. I believe everyone makes mistakes and that no one is perfect.7. Grammer: Youu have to use proper grammer when talking to me. I know mistakes happen just don't let them happen constantly.8. Sex: Yes it does happen and yes I do rpsex but I did not come here for that. If it ends up happening inrp,that isanother reason my comments are hidden. On another note to this rule, like the show if Chibs is horny, sex does occur, do not get pissed about it. I will get graphic and if youu don't like it delete me.9.Comments: I will talk to very few people in commentsand if I do your lucky, Iam a Roleplayer and I will onlyroleplay. Not chit chat all the time10. Starters: Do not sendthem bumping into Chibs, if youu do I will ask youu to send a new one and if youu do not I will delete youu. If youu actually read this then put "The Sergant"


10/20/2012 01:34 PM 

Episode 5
Current mood:  creative

2013 PWI Awards and rankings are soonly approching and the also the other one i forgot GTA III has now marked it's eight episode the franchise will reach till it's 20th episode as the finale is soon approching looks like another series is also up in arriving soon X-Men Legends only rumors are heard but i will keep everyone updated the 2013 WWE Hall of Fame for Season is nearly uppon us soon we will find out who will be inducted this year joining all the immortals of Season :) Teddy Long seems to be very flatred with the performance of current diva and smackdown general manager Tiffany as she has impressed many current intercontinetal champion Christian is not the only one in his family that holds a title also his kids, Briley Pierece current world heavyweight champion, Jason Payne current WWE champion and Mike Bennett ECW champion a very congrats to the four they are very talented men :) looks like another diva turning eyes is current WWE divas champion Leah as Teddy Long is very impressed and has big plans for the bright diva

Thomas Riker (Ass Kicker)

10/19/2012 04:39 PM 


Prologue... Beverly briskly entered Deep Space Nine's Sickbay and halted posthaste when she saw Thomas through the large window of the private room. He held Deanna's small hand in his larger one intently watching her lying on the bio bed surrounded by medical staff. Beverly knew, from past experience with both Thomas and Will, what he was doing. She never professed to fully understand the connection the Riker men, including the youngest Riker male, had with Deanna, especially the one Thomas and Deanna shared. Somehow it was different; stronger yet more delicate and undeniably more intense. It was akin to watching a volcanic lava eruption that never ceased flowing; it simply continued to grow in strength. Deanna was on her side curled up in the fetal position facing Thomas. She was fast asleep with the aid of medication while he was sitting in a chair beside his Imzadi, with an utterly desolate look on his face. He looked like he had aged 10 years when in reality it'd only been 12 hours since she'd last seen him. She quietly set her bag down and walked over to him, reaching out she touched his shoulder. He didn't flinch; he simply looked up at her with bloodshot blue eyes, shock still written upon his handsome features. The compassion and understanding in Beverly's eyes was his undoing. Thomas Riker, the man, reached out for her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Like a wounded child he rested his head on her stomach and tried to control his tears. When she reached down and tenderly stroked his head she heard Thomas' breathing catch. She knelt down and enfolded her arms around his shoulders as he buried his head on her shoulder. Beverly felt him inhale deeply, trying to control his emotions, but it was a losing battle, his tears started to fall. Knowing Thomas wouldn't want an audience to see his breakdown she looked over her shoulder at the nurse and gave a knowing nod. The young nurse ushered the medical staff out, closed the curtains and shut the doors behind. Without a word Beverly sighed and stayed where she was holding her friend and letting him cry as she began to shed tears of her own. Chapter One It just hasn't been the same without Deanna these past agonizingly slow four plus weeks Riker thought to himself as he sat in the morning's briefing. He was reminded, in her absence, what a steadying calming factor she was to not only him but also the rest of his crew as well as many other inhabitants of the DS9 station. He sighed, `I can't wait `til she gets back. I can't wait to touch her, to kiss her, to make love to her. I'm getting tired of only having her pillow to smell when I go to bed.' He thought. Finally the meeting adjourned and Thomas, having 'requested', not that he needed to request,  the next three days off, chose to get his hair and beard trimmed as well as make an effort to clean up his quarters before his beautiful Betazoid arrived back home to him. Thomas returned to his quarters, ordered up a steaming cup of hot coffee from the replicator and sat down at his desk. He saw there was an incoming message from Betazed. `What timing,' God how he ached to hold her in his arms again, to inhale and bask in her scent that lingered on him while he went through his day. There were times, that after he'd showered he'd purposefully get his wife aroused, pull her up onto his torso, grab her hips and rub her heated, soaking wet, sweet smelling core all over his chest just so he could smell her throughout his day. He'd also done it before away missions at times simply to have a physical part of her with him for a day. That, coupled with her mental brushes would make him smile; at times groan, which drew looks if done too loud and he'd smile unashamedly. He was not one to shy away from his erotic side; in fact he thrived on it. There too were times that same combination would backfire on him and force him to seek out privacy so he could ease his overwhelming need for her. The advantage and drawback, if one could even call it a drawback, of being intimately involved and mentally connected to a Betazoid, he wouldn't have it any other way. He smiled at the woman staring back at him. He took note that she was still at the Troi mansion and not on a transport back to the DS9 but chose not to comment just yet as to why, thinking she would explain in due time. "Hello Love." His thick baritone voice stated tenderly. "Hello yourself." she answered back. Even though she tried to hide it she was not in a good mood. She was in a downright foul mood that was for sure. "How are you beautiful?" He drawled. Deanna sighed, "I'm fine Thomas." But she clearly was not fine. Thomas frowned and forgetting he was going to wait for her to bring up the explanation he spoke, "So what's going on? Why are you still on Betazed when you should be on a transport back to DS9 and back to me?" he asked curtly. "Because Captain," she stated sarcastically, "the particular transport I was to be on had some sort of mechanical failure problems and the next one won't be until late tomorrow evening." She sighed heavily once again. "I'm sorry Thomas." Tears welled up in her eyes. "But at least mother will be happy that I'm here a little while longer." She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand and forced a smile. Thomas' throat knotted hard and he put his hand on the screen as if to touch her face. "Sssh, baby don't cry. I can't bear to see you cry. Everything will work out just fine. Come on now keep your chin up. It's not like it's the end of the universe Deanna." He stated calmly. "But Thomas, tonight, tomorrow and the day after were supposed to be our days." She let the next several tears fall down her flushed cheeks. "This was supposed to be the first time we've spent your birthday together as a couple. Not just as friends but as a couple and now it's all ruined. And I know you requested time off for today as well as the following two days and it's just ruined." "It's not ruined." Thomas attempted to soothe Deanna's frustration. "Let me see if I can still get you back here later tonight Imzadi. I'll find you an available something, be it federation, private or whatever. Wait for me to contact you back." Thomas paused and gave her his trademark Riker grin. "Oh and Deanna it's just another day honestly you know that don't you? Any day shared with you is a special day to me." "You're right Thomas any day together is a special day, but did you make any plans on your end for us?" She asked somewhat pensively. "Don't have a plan of attack as of yet love. I thought perhaps we might throw caution to the wind, wing it a little and see what * comes up *." He smirked at his comment thinking it was smart. Deanna chose to ignore it. "So Captain Riker, I guess it really doesn't matter if you try to find me a transport back home or not since there aren't any plans!" she retorted vehemently. "How's Little William?" `Good God what a shitty, shitty mood.' He thought as he spoke, almost whispering her name as he leaned toward the screen, "Deanna." He paused and remained calm speaking softly, "Of course it matters and he's with the O'Brien's playing with Molly, he's excited that he's going to spend the next few days with them." His bright blue eyes twinkled and a smile crossed his face. "Throwing caution to the wind doesn't necessarily mean I don't have any ideas," he smirked. "I have lots of wonderful ideas." His voice became a low husky growl as he leaned closer yet to the screen. "Most of them only need you and me alone with chocolate and strawberry ice cream." He chuckled hoping to get a positive response from her but only received a halfhearted smile. "Oh Thomas." "Now hold on and let me see what I can do to get you back here tonight. Stay right where you are I'll be back with you shortly." He placed two fingers to his lips and then touched the screen with them and with that he disengaged the link and set to work on finding alternate transportation for one upset, frustrated Betazoid.   CHAPTER TWO It'd been four hours since he'd found Deanna new traveling arrangements. It wasn't hard to find with all his connections legitimate and otherwise. She was now well on her way back home, however she wouldn't arrive tonight as planned but early the next morning. He'd busied himself with cleaning his quarters and rearranging several items making extra space, space for Deanna to put some of her things if she wished. He'd even spoken to one of DS9's engineers about his idea of expanding his quarters with Deanna's but hadn't quite been able to accomplish it before her return. He wanted Deanna to just move in with him when she came aboard as DS9's resident counselor but she opted to have her own quarters for the time being, even when he'd practically begged her not to. Although she spent ninety percent of her time in his quarters he did understand her need to be alone at times and although certain specific people knew him and Deanna were together, they also opted, for the time being, to keep their relationship, specifically their marriage, private. However the gossip mill would run rampant at the slightest morsel of rumor regarding the SID Captain and the station's resident counselor. So he'd keep the expansion idea tucked away from Deanna for the time being. He was getting anxious, weeks without her making him more so. The sound of his computer terminal brought him out of his thoughts, an incoming message. He knew who it was from; he'd been waiting for it. She'd told him she'd contact him once they were well on their way. Her beautiful face filled the screen. "Hello Imzadi." Deanna smiled. "Hi yourself, how are the traveling arrangements? Agreeing with you? Meet with your approval? Up to your standards?" He lowered his voice before he spoke again. "Imzadi I can't wait for you to be home." Deanna was remarkably more relaxed and she let out a dainty laugh. Thomas' grin went from ear to ear, "It's good to hear you laugh." She leaned into the screen "I'm sorry about earlier Imzadi. I was and still am just frustrated and a little aggravated that I'm not going to be curled up with you tonight. Four and a half weeks is four weeks too long to be without you." "I'm a little frustrated about that myself but I've been taking it out on my quarters by cleaning them." He was proud of himself and smiled. "Don't be alarmed when you get here and think you're in the wrong quarters. I've picked up all my dirty socks and made the bed." He let out a small chuckle and once again leaned into the view screen, his voice low rough with desire. "Deanna, we can make up for you not being in my bed tonight by staying in our bed all day tomorrow if you so desire. Your wish will be my command for the next two days." Either she'd ignored or completely missed the infinitesimal point he'd made with the mere change of one word. "We can't stay in bed all day Thomas. Tomorrow is your birthday and we have to celebrate." Deanna countered him. "I told you, it's just another day, we don't have to celebrate." "Don't be ridiculous. We have them, so we need to celebrate them." "What do you have in mind? Since obviously my ideas are no longer at the forefront of your mind." "Umm, I thought maybe we'd go to dinner either on the Promenade or a bit more romantic in the Holodeck, take a walk along a sandy beach at dusk, go dancing and then end up in bed." she purred seductively as her finger slid up and down the screen. "Why don't we just start in bed and skip everything else? We could replicate dinner in." he growled in a husky voice. "You are shameless and oh so bad Thomas Riker," she whispered. "Oh, Imzadi, I'm not bad. If you want bad, I'll give you ba..." "Thomas, I have to go, someone else needs to use this," Deanna interrupted. "Wait Deanna, one more thing before you go. Silk, Chocolate, Carmel, whipped cream, strawberries and ... "Oh, Gods, Thomas, you're insufferable!" "Ashau du nuh'," Thomas laughed as the link was disconnected. ((((Love you too.))))   CHAPTER THREE "Computer time." "0237 hours." "Damn time is moving slow." He sat down at his desk, picked up an old-fashioned pen and paper and leaned back in his chair closing his eyes to think. Since sleep was eluding him, he thought he'd occupy his time doing something romantic while Deanna was still on her way back home to him. Thomas Riker wasn't prone to writing poetry until one Betazoid raven- haired beauty entered his life. His attempts seemed doomed to failure in his opinion. He could count on both hands and feet how many he'd written and tossed away over the years, except for those he'd written while imprisoned. He could count on one hand how many he'd written and stashed away near a small velvet green box and he could count on one finger how many he'd written and had taken away. He sat at his desk writing a few lines and either scratched them out or wadded the paper up and threw it onto the floor. He kept writing and writing. His mind overflowed with words and phrases. He seemed a bit awed by his mind's ability to do so.  You leaned over and you kissed me I felt my knees go weak You leaned over and you kissed me I couldn't even speak You leaned over and you kissed me With passion flowing free You leaned over and you kissed me A touch so soft and tender You leaned over and you kissed me With the fire no kiss should lack You leaned over and you kissed me My soul you did explore You leaned over and you kissed me Lover, kiss me so much more! "Aaghh, that's horrible." He wadded it up and threw it on the floor. "I'll never get this right before she gets back." He mumbled to himself. He pressed pen to paper once again. You Are My Poetry You whisper verbs in my breath Kiss the corners of my smile Touch the depth of my heartbeat And breathe my poetry. You trace the echo of my hunger Sign the curves of my skin Take my desires as your own And inspire my verses. You linger soft where I need you Never tremble receiving my loving Adorn my life with your beauty And have become my poetry. `Good thing the replicator can make paper.' He thought as one more paper wad went flying through the air and landed haphazardly upon the couch. His once orderly room had become a mass of white wadded paper balls. `How can she like this dribble?' Just then the glint in his eyes became just as wicked as the smile on his face and he started writing once again. Deanna Dear for one night I want you to be my call girl Coming around in that just right do me now outfit Standing at my door in black spike heels and stockings waiting to entertain me   I want to unwrap you by candle light Slowly, like a very special package delivered just for me Letting me take my time, not tearing any paper as I lift your shirt above your waist   Sitting you in a chair by the viewport Pity no one can catch a glimpse As I part your legs and you arch your back Showing me your urgent need, pleading with me to lick With leisure, as it holds my favorite flavor   You want me kneeling before you, naked I see Nibbling at your passion flower with my teeth Around the edges of your silk panties Caressing your petals with my chin and nose Savoring the fragrance while our eyes gently close   Not content with this petting for long The urge to strong Like a cat kneading, you can't help but purr While I remove, smiling up at you, your silken panties I spread your lips like sweet sweet honey Using my fingers to start the flow While you're watching down at me As you raise them to my mouth, offering a taste Begging me to tell you what I want I say please, I will do anything you ask Being at your mercy, submitting to your hunger For the moment is my task to see your whole body smile With the pleasures my heart and body have to offer. "What a fantastic birthday gift that would be!" He stated excitedly as he chuckled and proceeded to peruse over that which he'd just written and set it aside on the desk willing his body to power down. "Riker you horny bastard damn good thing Deanna will be home today. You really do need to get laid or take a very cold shower." He shook his head, closed his eyes and took a deep cleansing breath. "Ok Riker let's get it right this time." With evidence entered, I kiss your perfect face Moist from busy dreaming Your scent marks me Your fingerprints, My pen dipping in you, on point, Extracting, gliding us With even strokes Into the night's ink   Write me across the pages of your universe in passages transcribed upon the stars for you have read the poetry of my soul in Braille upon my skin and you have woven your words with mine across the seven seas sailed between Polaris and Orion.   Speak my name into the wind in syllables that drip from your tongue with nectar licked from the very tips of my fingers under the spell of daybreak chanted on the breaths between whispers spoken by beating hearts.   Carve our initials on the backside of the moon and throw a kiss into the slipstream for it to rain on me at twilight and I will throw it back to you before the night sets in so you can drink the passion that flows from the inscription of your name upon my lips. Thomas reread his words and smiled satisfactorily, "Perfect. Not the greatest but still perfect." He laid it back down on his desk next to his written fantasy and tapped his comm badge. "Riker to Bridge," He stood, walked to his bedroom striping off his clothing, leaving them where they fell and he laid his well-formed, large naked frame spread eagle on his bed relaxing in the warmth. His quarters were several degrees warmer than most of the station due to his wife and son and their need to keep it warmer for their liking. It was a trivial thing he'd readily accepted and gotten quite used to. "Yes Sir?" "Please inform me when the Corvallen Freighter arrives to docking port. It should be within the next hour or so. Counselor Troi is on that ship." "Aye Sir." "Computer time?" "0647 hours." `Good, just over an hour before she arrives. I'll just take a small cat nap,' he thought. He'd finally gotten tired and sleep overtook him in mere moments. CHAPTER FOUR "Bridge to Captain Riker," The unseen voice waited moments and having gotten no reply stated once again. "Bridge to Captain Riker." Riker awoke with a start and replied groggily. "Riker here." "Sir you requested to be informed when the Corvallen Freighter arrived. It's in docking port three as we speak." "Yes, thank you, Riker out." Thomas sat up grabbed his pants and shoes put them on and stood to fasten his pants. Grabbing the white t-shirt he'd discarded earlier in the living area he put it on as he walked out his door and headed towards docking port three. He ran his hand through his long dark hair without so much as a thought about how that had enhanced his already slightly disheveled appearance, "Riker to docking port three?" "Captain?" "Has Counselor Troi debarked yet?" "No Sir." "Good wait until my arrival to do so." "Aye Sir." Riker entered the room and gave the order to open the port doors. `Gods I can't wait to touch her.' Ensign Michaels observed and took note of the tousled appearance of SID's Commanding Officer. Something he'd have to add to the Riker/Troi rumor mill. 'Couldn't wait to see Counselor Troi; that much is obvious,' Michaels snorted quietly as Riker briefly looked at him and spoke abruptly. "Open the doors." Riker stood tall and watched as his vision of beauty named Deanna Troi stood before his weary eyes. He grinned as she demurely stepped through the door, walked to him, dropped her bag at his feet and spoke seductively as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck and curl a finger in his hair. "It's so good to see and touch you again Imzadi." Thomas Riker had the biggest smile she'd ever seen on his face. He was no longer fatigued. Ensign Michaels began making mental notes; the very large smile on Riker's face and what could be made out to be smoldering desire in his eyes. The kiss Troi placed on Riker's neck and then on his lips. 'This is great stuff. I can't wait to tell Sorenson and Bellows about this. They aren't going to believe it. Captain Riker did have a softer side and was evidently not a prick all the time.' Suddenly Deanna felt his arms slip around her waist and she was pulled against a solid chest and a very hard something else as Thomas began nuzzling her neck. Then he lifted his head, placed his mouth on hers and his tongue delved deep into her mouth. She pressed herself into his frame until he had to back them against the wall or fall over. "Deanna," he gasped seductively in her mouth. "Oh, God, I missed you so much." Thomas was making quick work of kissing her again and roaming his hands through her hair, over her breasts, her back and ass entirely oblivious of his surroundings. Before the couple went any further however they abruptly stopped upon hearing Ensign Michaels clear his throat rather loudly. Realizing where they were Thomas lifted his head, pushed slightly away from Deanna, sheepishly grinned at the smiling yet slightly embarrassed Ensign and shrugged nonchalantly. Thomas grabbed Deanna's hand as he reached down for her bag. Strategically placing it in front of him he made a beeline for the door and left the room hastily virtually dragging Deanna in tow. "Where are we going?" She asked innocently. "To bed," he responded wolfishly. "Why? Are you tired Thomas?" Deanna giggled. "No Deanna I'm not tired, I'm horny as hell and I'm going to fuck you so long and hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week." He growled indifferent to who might have heard the old terrain slang profanity which Thomas Riker was known to use on a regular basis. Ensign Michaels laughed as he heard the verbal transaction before the doors closed and shook his head. He tucked away the tidbit of information he'd just been witness to, knowing that several people in the Riker/Troi betting pool were going to win a lot of credits later that day including him. Once they arrived at the door, Thomas picked Deanna up, walked into the cabin straight to the bedroom and set her down beside the bed "How was your trip?" He tossed her bag aside. She reached up and kissed his neck as he made swift work of unbuttoning her blouse, pulling it off and unhooking her bra tossing them all on the floor.  "A bit bumpy at times but otherwise satisfactory," Deanna muttered as she lifted his white t- shirt over his head and threw it on the floor next to hers. She undid his pants and pushed them down "I didn't get much rest at all." She stated as she kicked off her shoes and Thomas lowered her skirt along with her slinky little panties. "Mmm beautiful as ever Imzadi," He growled as his hands slowly caressed her now nude hips, thighs and ass. "Kupi-sarlah nash-veh yeht i' Imzadi," ((((I could come right now, Imzadi.))))Thomas toed off his boots and pulled his pants the rest of the way off.  "I think I got forty-five minutes of sleep or so early this morning love." Quirking an eyebrow Deanna quipped, "Practicing your Vulcan I see. Let's not teach our son that phrase just yet," she was looking down at his body admiring the view. "Thomas?" "Yea?" He was grinning down at her when she looked up at his face. "You don't have any underwear on." She quipped. Thomas leaned down and kissed Deanna soundly on the mouth as he picked her up and laid her in the middle of the bed.  "I didn't feel the need to put them on this morning sweetheart, just one extra thing to be removed." "Do you go commando often Imzadi. Or is this something new since I've been away?" She asked smiling. "I suppose that's something you'll just have to figure out on your own my dear." Thomas stated as he reclaimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. "Make love with me Thomas, now, please!" She reached up and pulled him down onto her. She guided him to her and ever so slowly he slid himself inside of her as he watched love wash across her face. "I've missed you so much Deanna. So very much that I don't think I'll last very long." "Then don't Imzadi, just love me please." He smiled at her, "With pleasure my love."   CHAPTER FIVE Two hours later when Deanna opened her eyes, she was looking at old fashioned photographs. Although she found it a bit odd to have old fashioned style pictures, she smiled none the less as she recognized the first picture as one from their first official date as a reestablished couple. Thomas had taken her to the Holodeck for a picnic and he had recreated the Janaran Falls; the first place they'd ever made love and learned each other's bodies, minds and souls. The second picture was of Thomas and his, now their, son Little William after Thomas had discovered and rescued him from Cardassia Prime, the third was of her and Little Will on the smallest, newest Riker's recently established birthday and the fourth picture was of young William as a baby; a picture that Thomas' Romulan ally had given him and Thomas cherished it above all others since he'd not known of his son until he was almost two and a half years old. Thomas had put the photographs in beautiful wooden frames that resembled the logs on the Riker Log Cabin home in Alaska and they sat prominently on the bed stand next to his oversized bed, a bed she realized, the first time she'd shared it with her lover,  fit his large, muscular body perfectly yet seemed to dwarf hers. Deanna smiled, turned in Thomas' arms and kissed him, waking him and their lovemaking began anew.  After hours of love making, Deanna again began to awaken with a feeling of euphoria. "Mmm," she purred as she snuggled deeper into her pillow. She ran her right hand over the covering, surprised that it felt so good as rough as it was. She tried to move her legs and found that she couldn't. Still almost asleep, she opened her eyes to see not a pillow, but a nice soft, furry chest. She moved her head slightly and planted several kisses on it. She heard a low long growl and tilted her head up to look into her husband's face. Her eyes widened like saucers when she finally realized that it in fact was not a dream, it was real, and she was at last, after four and a half weeks, in Thomas Riker's arms. "Good morning Imzadi. So very glad you're home." He whispered huskily. Deanna tried to move but realized she couldn't as her legs were entwined with Thomas' larger ones. He pulled her tighter to him possessively and matter of factually stated, "Mine." Before he started to quietly snore, Deanna giggled and allowed herself to also fall back asleep in her Imzadi's arms after giving him a peck on the chin and answering him, "Yes, yours, always will be yours." CHAPTER SIX He hadn't slept well for weeks and was making good on his notion of staying in bed all day thus far. It was eleven twenty-seven hours and Thomas lay on his back still groggy from sleep with Deanna on her side pressed against him. Her arm was across his chest, her leg draped over his thighs and her head nuzzled into his neck, sound asleep after they'd made passionate love for the third time since she'd gotten back that morning. He chuckled as he remembered the conversation that lead up to their third love making session. Thomas was glad he'd had Little William spend time with the O'Brien's. William enjoyed spending time with their daughter Molly. "Happy Birthday, Captain Riker and I love you Imzadi." She'd said sleepily. "And I love you too Imzadi. Now rest. Go back to sleep." "I don't want to sleep. What I want is to make love with you," she purred and crawled on top of him, straddling him. He could tell she was already stimulated and it didn't take him but a few seconds to become aroused by her. "Deanna, you're exhausted. You can't possibly have the energy to have me pounding inside of you, again," But Deanna wouldn't take no for an answer and he loved what she was doing to him. He wanted her, and he wanted her now and it appeared that she craved the very same thing. "Make love to me, Riker. Make love to me! We've been apart for so long. I don't want to be apart any more. I want to be with you, I want to feel you inside me again. Thomas, love me now please." He chuckled once again at the memory as he settled himself. "You're going to wear me out my love." He whispered into his sleeping lover's hair as he faded off into oblivion once again hugging her tighter to him as he did so. Less than a half-hour later the couple awakened simultaneously, "Dax to Captain Riker." A half-asleep Captain, stretched, reached for his communicator and responded groggily, "Riker here." "Thomas I've been buzzing your door for the past five minutes. Is everything all right, I need to talk to you." Jadzia's voice was filled with lilt. Thomas grumbled and answered gruffly, "Everything's fine. Is this something that can wait Jadzia?" He looked over at Deanna and watched her shrug to his unasked question. "No Thomas, I'm afraid it can't. Besides what are you still sleeping for anyway? It's thirteen hundred hours for crying out loud. Are you feeling all right?" She could barely contain her mirth. She knew he wasn't alone, knowing by his voice that she'd awoken him and hadn't broken up a private party of two. "I'm Fine, give me a minute," He growled as he dislodged himself from Deanna and got out of bed. He proceeded out of the bedroom and grumpily headed for the door when Deanna's voice stopped him. "Oh Thomas?" she was trying to stifle a giggle as she stared at him. The tall, tired, disheveled man stopped and turned to face her. "What?" he stated a bit more sharply than he'd planned and Deanna broke out into laughter. "Why are you laughing Deanna?" he whined. She pointed at him and he shook his head, "WHAT?" "Thomas, you might try putting on some clothes before you answer the door or you'll give Jadzia a very large shock." Thomas looked down, grumbled, walked over to a chair and grabbed the pair of pants he'd tossed aside earlier that morning and put them on. "There, more presentable sweetheart?" "Oh yes, much." Deanna continued to giggle as she got out of bed, found her robe and followed him into the living area sitting down on the sofa. She knew what was coming for her Imzadi, she'd spoken with Jadzia about it a week prior and she was excited to see his reaction to the little surprise. He opened the door and jumped back two or three steps from the shock of a dozen young school children, including his three year old, yelling "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, happy birthday to YOU!" They were holding a banner in front of them as they sang to him and for Jadzia's part she could barely withhold her own excitement. Thomas quickly turned and shot a quick glare to Deanna behind him, pinning her with his big blue eyes clearly asking `Did you know about this?' And then he turned back to Jadzia with a `I'll get you for this' look before he allowed himself to smile and say thank you to the children for the Birthday well wishes and the banner they had made for him. After they'd all wished him a happy birthday, his son looked up at his very, very large father and began to speak. "D..d...daadaayy, w..ww..wweee ha..a..aava burffffaaadaayy ..." the dimple chinned, black haired, blue eyed, charming pointed eared, Riker toddler put two of his fingers, from his dominant left hand, in his mouth for a moment before he finished. Noting he was nervous in front of his classmates, making his child's speech impediment more prominent,  Thomas dropped down to his eye level, placed his hands on his son's arms, great pride emanating from him for the Riker determination his three year old had swiftly developed in the short six months he'd been with his father.  "Hal_tor fi' Sa_Fu, Du kup tor..." Thomas paused as he couldn't translate the last word so he spoke it in Earth Standard. "" ((((Go on Son, You can do it.)))) Thomas made sure he spoke to his half Human/half Vulcan son in Vulcan as often as he could, together along with Deanna, they were learning the language and the latter was teaching both her Riker men the Betazoid language as well. Deanna had placed a halt on too many other languages Thomas had knowledge of. Not so much because it would be too much for the lad but because most of the words weren't the most appropriate of words to be teaching a small boy of three. Little William reached  out and cupped his small hands on either side of his father's face, nodded, smiled back and spoke with more conviction. "Aaaafff..fff...ffffaaa   c...c...ccooool    weee, ummm   burrrfffffffaaadaayy ppp..ppp..pppaattt...ttt...tttaa    fff..fff...fff..fffoo     uuuu    Dddaadddayy,    uuummm     Maa..maann..maaann..mmanaa S..s..s..sissk...k...koooo    saaaay    w...w..wweee    ccc..cccaaana      doooo     bbbbyyyy       bigggaaa    wi...wi...winooows  on p..p..prooromaaaadddaaa, uuuu      p..p..puuueeezzz   dd...dd...ddaaddayy? W..w..w..wwweee     g...g...goonnnaaaa     hhhaaavvvaaa   c...c..cccake   aaaa...aaaann   um    iiiiiccc   ceeeeeeemmmm fff..fff..fffoooo      uuuuu    ddd...ddd..dddaaddaayy,  ppp...ppp...pppuueeeeze ccc...ccc...cccuuummm." Thomas could feel Deanna's aching desire to want to help their son with the struggles that he was dealing with and it too broke Thomas' heart to see his lovely little boy struggle and suffer, if he could take it all away and upon himself he would do it in a nanosecond.  Watching and hearing his son struggle simply fueled Thomas' rage and disgust for the entire Cardassian race and quite frankly the most important reason of them all to hate the Cardassians was what they'd done to his baby boy. One day, the charming lad would overcome all of his problems and be the stronger and wiser for it. Thomas' eyes were soft and he had a very large grin on his face as he nodded his head yes and placed a hand on William's shoulder. "You are having a party for me?" He was truly surprised. "Why William, I'd be delighted and honored to attend. What time shall I be there my boy?" He wrapped his arms around his son as the younger Riker looked up at Jadzia for the answer. "Sixteen hundred hours would be wonderful Captain." Jadzia winked at her friend. "Very good, we'll see you then." The children smiled and said goodbye, luckily young William hadn't seen Deanna, as Thomas stood in the doorway watching them walk down the hallway. He then turned around to see Deanna on her feet backpedaling away from him, giggling as she did so. "You knew about this didn't you?" He started to stalk her. "You're lucky your son didn't see you, you know." She simply nodded her head, laughed and started to run as he chased her around the cabin. By the time he was able to grab her and push her to the floor she was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. "Oh Gods Thomas, I thought you were going to fall over when the door opened and they yelled happy birthday. I wish I could have seen the look on your face." "Ah a payback is in order here I do believe." He flipped Deanna onto her back, untied her robe and proceeded to tickle her mercilessly. CHAPTER SEVEN He'd felt a bit awkward and tense at the start of the party but as it wore on he'd become more relaxed about the idea. Even more so after Deanna wrapped her arms around one of his and told him that it was good practice being around more than just one child every now and again, she'd stated smiling up at him. His response to her comment was to lean over and kiss her without a care as to where he was. He looked around a bit sheepishly afterward and saw numerous very wide smiles on some of the crew's faces. It was clear to him that they'd suddenly gone very public with their relationship.  Thomas had laughed with the children as he blew out the candles of his trombone shaped cake and again when he'd opened the several gifts the kids had made in their art classes for him. He enjoyed watching as the children started to become more at ease around him just as he had with them. Riker had taken great care in speaking with each child individually and thanking them for thinking of him on such a special day. The adults took delight in Thomas' shocked look when several of the children even approached the larger than life SID Captain and blindsided him by giving him a hug.  For Thomas' part he actually enjoyed himself immensely and had almost decided to forgive Jadzia and Deanna, but not entirely. Thomas smiled even more and his heart swelled with so much love when his son had decided to take five minutes out of his play time to hug and kiss his mother and then climb into Thomas' lap, cup his cheeks in his tiny hands as he often did and plant a sloppy kiss on his daddy's cheek, and whispered in his ear, "H...hhh...hhhappp...pp..pppaaa Burfffddd..ddd..ddday   ddd...ddd..dddaaaddd..ddd...dddy. Mmmeeee lllooovvvvv uuuuuu." Thomas hugged his little boy tightly, kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, loud enough for Deanna to hear as well, that he loved him. "Taluhk nash-veh k'dular." With that the boy, with eyes that matched his own, scrambled from his lap and scurried off to play once again. The party had finally wound down. The parents ushered their children off the Promenade and Thomas finally leaned back in a chair after he graciously thanked all the children, teachers and parents who'd made such an effort to show him he was appreciated. He was toying with one of his gifts, a miniature black head with two big blobs of blue where the eyes should be protruding from it and he chuckled at the irony of it all. "Well Captain Riker, that was certainly enjoyable and entertaining." Commander Sisko smiled as he sat next to Riker and grabbed the black head out of Thomas' hands and held it up next to Riker's head. "Why Thomas, I'd say the likeness is simply incredible, simply incredible indeed. What do you think Kira?" "The resemblance is remarkably uncanny." Kira chimed in as she placed drinks at the table in front of both officers as well as three more beverages. Thomas shook his head and chuckled. "Dontcha think the eyes are a bit big?" Before both had a chance to respond Daniel, Vatican, Deanna and Jadzia approached the table and sat down with their drinks. Thomas eyed the two women respectively and waggled his finger at them. "Don't think you're off the hook ladies." Jadzia scoffed and snickered, as did Deanna. "Oh Thomas, you can't honestly say you didn't have a good time? The children were absolutely adorable and wonderful." Jadzia looked at Thomas, "You know Thomas your son; dare I say he's quite the little charmer just like his daddy and his uncle. I wonder, is his grandpapa Riker as much of a charmer as his offspring?" Thomas groused slight at the mention of Kyle then merely nodded and smiled. "Alright Deanna, yes I had a good time and yes the kids were great. But this doesn't mean it's open season on Riker." He stated gruffly and took a stiff drink of his beverage and pulled the glass away from his mouth in surprise. "This is delicious and ... real." Kira simply patted Thomas on the back, "For a special occasion." He smiled up at her, "Thank you Kira." "Happy Birthday Captain," She smiled and as she leaned back in her chair. CHAPTER EIGHT They'd been talking and drinking for several hours and to everyone, but Jadzia and Daniel's surprise, Deanna had pulled her chair close to Thomas and cozied up to him about two minutes after she'd sat down at the table. Thomas, for his part ponied up closer to Deanna as well. Close enough to where they were in constant body contact, whether it was an arm, leg, fingers or lips. At one point Thomas leaned over to give Deanna a soft kiss on her cheek but ended up lips to lips when she turned toward him at the same time. Thomas delved his tongue into Deanna's mouth and deepened the kiss letting it linger longer than initially planned. "Ashayam," he murmured.  ((((Beloved.)))) Thomas was starting to think how fitting it would be to start giving some payback to Deanna under the table with his roving paw. Then he thought the wiser of it knowing it would simply inflame him as well, but he did take a small liberty now and again and Deanna would squirm, try to hide a gasp or a sigh amusing him all the more as he ran his hand up between her legs and gently rubbed her core through her dress; he knew she wasn't wearing any panties under her little black dress and it turned his crank. He'd asked her to go without them, prior to leaving his quarters, as a small birthday gift to him and she'd agreed to give him that. The more Riker drank the more open in his public displays of affection in regard to Deanna became. Every so often he'd pick up her hand and kiss it or rub it on his cheek. Periodically he'd place his arm around her shoulders and hug her to him, smile directly at her and wink. Often times he'd reach under the table and knowingly squeeze her knee or thigh or take his hand and run it seductively up as far on her leg as he could without getting hit while having a huge schoolboy grin plastered on his face. They'd exchange knowing glances from time to time not truly caring if anyone saw. Besides it wasn't like their relationship was a secret now. Not after the way they'd behaved in docking port three that morning anyway. Riker realized that it would be station wide knowledge that he and the station's counselor where now very intimately involved with each other and were officially off the market. They hadn't broadcast their marriage so it wasn't common knowledge and those that did know weren't prone to divulging said information at the behest of Deanna and Thomas. The couple thought it would be safer for the time being due to the nature of Thomas' job. Now Thomas didn't know why he'd kept it on the down low in the first place. She was after all his best friend, wife, lover, a mother to his son and future children but most importantly his Imzadi and he was to the point of not caring if the entire universe knew.  Other than the fact of keeping Deanna safe from any so called enemies of Thomas', there was no other reason to keep it a secret. By twenty-two hundred hours The Promenade started to get busier with the nightlife. Thomas stood rather unsteadily; everyone at the table knew he was more than slightly buzzed and tipsy from the alcohol. Daniel started to offer his assistance to Thomas but was waved off by a rather animated arm motion from his commanding officer. "Nooo Daaaanieeeeelllll, I'mmm fahhine. Beeeessssides I neeeed to essscorrrt Deannnnaaa hommme." He paused and then stage whispered. "I think she'sss aaa liaatte tiiiired annnn drrrruuunk." Thomas slurred and felt the room spin slightly as he stood behind Deanna's chair, waiting for her to stand. They said their goodnights and headed down the hall. Thomas leaned his large frame rather heavily against Deanna and draped his arm possessively over her shoulders and she wrapped her arm around his waist, every bit the poster couple of Deep Space Nine as they made their exit. "Well this evening's Riker Troi display will ignite the betting pools and you can bet he'll have one hell of a hangover tomorrow that's for sure." Jadzia snickered as she took another drink. Daniel chimed in. "Yeah maybe one of them should go away more often, it'll make life less painful on the rest of us when whichever one comes back home." "Cheers to that." Sisko said as he lifted his glass. Once they rounded the corner; Thomas stopped, leaned against the wall in a small recess and whirled Deanna into his arms and planted a long, hard, wet kiss on her lips. "Mmm I love youuuuuuuuuuu Deeeeeeaaaaaaaannnnnnaaaaaaaa Rrrrrrriiikerrrrr" He slurred. "Mmm youuu feeeeel sooooo gooooood." He lowered his head again and caught her lips in a bruising kiss. He ran his hands through her hair and down her shoulders then cupped her breasts in his large hands, kneading them and worrying her nipples between finger and thumb as she groaned at the pleasure he was sending through her body. Even drunk Thomas knew how to electrify her body and bring it to life, thrilling her to her very core. Deanna pulled away with an audible smack and smiled up at her Imzadi. "I love you too Thomas. Now come on let's get you home and to bed." Thomas grinned like a little boy waiting for a cookie, "Nnnnnnowwww that'ssssssss annnnnnnnnn offffferrr I caaann't reeeefffuuuuuuusssssssssssse. I'm allllllllll yuuurs mmm'lady. Lead the wayyy." Deanna quirked an eyebrow at him and smiled. The walk to his quarters was made in comparative silence as Deanna tried to keep Thomas upright. He was more intoxicated than she had originally thought. "Come on Captain you need to be in bed. You need to sleep it off big fella." Thomas grunted as she punched in his access code, grabbed his arm and led him through his door, through the living area and into the bedroom. She pushed him down onto the edge of the bed. "Take your clothes off Imzadi you'll be more comfortable." Deanna started to walk away but he grabbed her wrist. "Aren't weeee jusss thhhe demandinnnnnnnnn sssssoooort t'night Deeannnnnaaaaaaaa. Youuu gonnnnaaa taaaaake yuuuur clothessss offff annnnn giiiittt comfyyy withhh meeeeeeee? I promissse I'lllllll beeeeeeeee aaaaaa goood boyyy." He paused, "I'll beeeeeeeeee aaaaaaa vaarrry vaarrrryyy gooood boyyy. At leeeeassssst thasss whuuut myy woooomannn sayyysss." He yanked on her wrist drawing her to and on top of him as he fell back with her onto the bed. "Youuu arrre myyy wooomannn arrrrrrrennn'ttttt youuu Deeeee?" He asked in a low, thick baritone voice as his hands pushed her dress up and began rubbing her bare ass and sliding his thick digits between her legs sliding them along her clit and over her pussy. "IIIIII'mmmmmmmmmmm glllllaaaaaaaaaddddddddd youuuuuuuuuu diiiiiidnnnnnnn't weaaaaaaarrrrrr paaaaaaaannnnnnnnttttttttttiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeessssssssss. MMMMM yuurrrrrrrrr alllllllll wettttttttttt Immmmmmzzzzzzzzzzaaaaaaaaaadiiiiiiii, youuuu neeeed a gooood fuuuuuukkkkkkiiiiiiinnnnnnn. Youuu havvve aaa greaaat assss haaasss anyone evvverrr tolllld youuu thaaat?" "Don't be silly. You know the answer to that question." Deanna took a deep breath to steady herself. "Tooo whaaat queeeestion? Thhhe niccce assss, nneeeeeeeeeed aaaaaaaaa goooooooood fuuuuuuukkkkkkkiiinn or thaaat yourrre miiinne?" He drawled. "That I'm yours Thomas. Of course I'm yours don't be ridiculous." She attempted to extricate herself from her lover but was unsuccessful. Regardless of his rather inebriated state he was still extremely strong and seemed to have enormously long octopus arms. "Prrrrrove it tooo meee then Dee, prrrrrove it tooo meee." He nuzzled into her neck. "Oooh I loooooove how yuuur hair smellssssssss." "Thomas you're drunk." "Yuuu haaavvve aaa waaay of statin thhheee obviousss Couuunseeeelor. But I'm nooottt drunnnk nnufff not tooo satisfyyyy myyyy Immmzadi." He had an evil glint in his eyes that matched the grin on his face as he brought his damp fingers up to his lips and licked them off. "MMMMMMMM ssssssssooooooooo gooooooood." Deanna relished being wrapped in his strong arms and being crushed up against his solid body. He was making a good case for himself. "I tell you what my husband, you get undressed and if you're still awake when I get back you can show me just how good you can be. I'll just be a few minutes I promise." "OooKaa." He released her and she helped him sit up and he started to disrobe. Deanna went into the bathroom and when she came out she smiled as Thomas was sprawled half on and half off the bed sleeping and snoring ever so quietly. He had one boot and sock off, his shirt off but still clutched in his right hand and his pants were unzipped and halfway down his broad sexy hips. She giggled at the sight and she finished taking the remainder of his clothing off, pushed his large body onto the bed then crawled in beside him, kissing him before laying her head on his chest and wrapping her arm around him. "Happy Birthday Imzadi may all your wishes come true. Sweet dreams my love." CHAPTER NINE Thomas awoke suddenly in the middle of the night bolting upright in bed. His head hurt like hell. His heart was nearly pounding through his chest, adrenaline pumping hard through his veins and he was drenched in sweat. "Deanna." He gasped hoarsely as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He looked around taking in his surroundings and suddenly realized what he'd just experienced wasn't real, none of it was real. It was simply a nightmare, the same damned nightmare. He looked to the woman next to him hoping like hell she wasn't coherent to live the nightmare with him and he lay back down. He turned to face her inhaling her scent as he did so. Thankful he hadn't awoken her, he reached out to touch her. Needing the reassurance that she was in fact with him and breathing. He caressed her cheek and ran a gentle hand through her hair then leaned in and placed a soft feather light kiss on her lips. "Thank God." He whispered. "I don't know what I'd ever do without you." He willed his body to release the tension, it refused to relax and he didn't want to wake her so he slowly got out of bed and somewhat unsteadily headed for the bathroom. A nice hot shower would do the trick he thought. He shivered uncontrollably but he wasn't sure if it was from the Station's night air that cooled the sheen of sweat that covered his skin or from her voice that cut through the starlit room. "Imzadi, what's wrong? What is it?" Deanna was awake and she'd felt his despair and terror. Thomas' muscles tensed and he silently cursed as he turned and met her gaze. They simply stared at each other for what seemed like hours. He damned himself for waking her and he tried to hide his rampant emotions from her. His voice was hoarse and it cracked as he spoke. "Nothing's wrong. I'm sorry Deanna. I didn't mean to wake you up. Please go back to sleep. I'm just going to take a shower. I'll be back before long." Deanna didn't believe it was nothing. She'd heard and felt his very raw almost deathly worry for her. He closed his eyes to center himself knowing she was going to come to him. He could hear the sheets move on the bed as she got out of it. He braced himself for the gentle assault he knew he couldn't withstand. "Thomas, what is it? What's wrong?" Her fingers brushed lightly against his defined chest up to his cheeks to the back of his neck then along sweat-streaked shoulders and down his tension-ridden chest once again then stopped to rest on his hips. "Talk to me Imzadi." "It's nothing really." Thomas winced at her feather like touch. "Please, just go back to bed." "No Thomas. It's not nothing." She spoke ever so gently but firmly. "I don't accept that, especially when it's about me." Thomas tilted his head; shot her a narrow glance and pushed hers hands off his hips. "What? How?" Anger sparked momentarily behind his eyes, "Stay out of my head Deanna," he grated. "Thomas, you can't be serious." She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly to her. "I heard you call my name and I felt distress when I heard it." He still didn't relax so she ran her hands up and across his smooth muscled back up to his shoulders along his neck and then cupped his jaw in both hands forcing him to look straight into her eyes. "What was it, Imzadi?" Blue eyes stared defiantly into onyx. He didn't want to answer her. He didn't want to worry her with nothing but a simple nightmare. After all that was what it was a silly little nightmare. He'd had it several times before and each time it became more real than any other he'd ever had. He didn't want to alarm her. "It was nothing really Deanna just a silly dream. Probably something to do with all the drinks I had earlier." He smiled at her. "What was your nightmare about?" she asked insistently. Thomas was dumbfounded, "I didn't say it was a nightmare." "You didn't have to I knew it was." She hugged him again. "Please talk to me Thomas. What has you so distraught?" Thomas grabbed Deanna's arms to release her hold on him and walked her to the bed. He sat down on the edge pulling her along with him. He kept one of her hands clasped firmly in his and he sighed heavily before he spoke. "I've been having this reoccurring nightmare." "For how long?" "Since about a week after you left and every time I have it, well it seems to become more real."

Samayou The Shattered Angel

10/16/2012 11:49 PM 

the fall of earths guardian

No, we can't have the Earthlings miss the fall of their champion." He raised his hand in the air and a bubble of darkness covered the area for two miles, a distance surely sufficient enough for what he had planned. "He is still there isn't he Your defeat will be too easy if you're distracted. I would rather crush you and you be focused on it."

Cr rkℓghtr Lightning GoD

10/16/2012 07:30 PM 

Roon: Departure

Cara DarklighterAge: 17.5 Standard Galatic YearsHeight: 1.6764 Meters::09:00 hours, local time (Roon, Mainstream Galaxy)::Cara was slumped over her desk, face purried in folded arms that rested on the desktop. To any who glanced her way, it might have appeared that she was asleep when in fact she was anything but. No, Cara was day dreaming once more, as she so often was. Unlike any other time however, her 'day dreaming' was based on reality rather than a thing of fiction.She could see his silky soft golden locks framing his beautifully smooth and pale complexion. And his eyes...those intense and beautifully shaped eyes... She sighed softly to herself. Ramius Gryph was a vision of perfection, even with the imperfections he bore. She knew her thoughts were dangerous, that she should not care for or love him as she did, but she did nonetheless. She knew in her heart, and with every fiber of her being, that nothing ill would ever befall Ramius for he was the best of the Jedi.It was true, he had not been tested and proven in battles such as those of his Master, General Hoth, or those of Master Guenevere, but Cara knew that Ramius was just as good, if not better than the Masters. And when he was paired with his brother, they were unstoppable. The Sith would undoubtedly fall before them. And all Cara could and would ever be able to do...would be to watch from the sidelines. But she didn't mind. She never had been and never would be much of a fighter. She was far too soft for combat. She could and would, however, unconditionally and eternally love Ramius. If only-Cara raised her head as someone gently but forcibly nudged her with the Force. Blinking rapidly, Cara found herself looking into the face of the class's instructor: Master Serenity. Her lips were moving, but her words did not compute or process in Cara's mind for several moments as she struggled to turn her hearing back on. Master Serenity's voice sounded strange at first, as if she were much farther away and with an strange echo to it. "Are you listening to me Miss Darklighter? General Hoth has requested your presence in his quarters."There was no response from the young padawan as she rose from her chair and began to shuffle towards the door, bumping into desks and tripping several times as she did. This illicted laughter from her peers, which in turn provoked a blush in Cara's cheeks, and the dismal attempt to hide it by pulling her hair from behind her ears to cover and hide her face. Jedi or not, her peers still snickered to one another, whispering about Cara in her presence. Master Serenity's attempts to quiet the class were in vain.Feeling hollow and sick to her stomach, Cara hugged herself and left the classroom, already having forgotten where she was supposed to go. With her thoughts steadily turning inwards, Cara let her feet guide her, and she soon found herself wandering the Temple gardens. It wasn't long before Cara was singing softly to herself with a small smile on her face, lighting her features. The minutes turned into hours and before she knew it, it was past midday.While the Masters did not permit the Padawans and Apprentices to be upon the roof, Cara found herself on the stairs leading up there. It was here where she was startled out of her world and back into reality as she bumped into General Hoth who stood before the door, arms crossed and looking sternly down at Cara. It took Cara but a moment to remember she was supposed to have met General Hoth in his chambers. Wide-eyed, Cara immediately began rambling on an incoherent apology which was silenced moments later as the Jedi Master placed his hands on either of her shoulders and said gently, "It is okay Padawan Cara."Cara looked up into his face once more and saw that the stern look she had seen before had softened and he looked more like a grandfather concerned for his granddaughter - despite the fact they had no relation and had only briefly met before. While it intrigued her, it was also slightly disconcerting. Nevertheless, Cara stopped rambling her apology as Hoth guided her up the remaining stairs, through the roof door, and onto the roof itself. There, he guided her to one of the ledges where they looked out towards the setting sun.Cara was quiet and still, almost as if her were a child's doll, as she waited for the General to speak. He seemed momentarily content in not speaking which led to Cara's mind asking numerous questions: What had she done to warrant General Hoth's attention? She didn't think she had broken any rules recently? He wasn't going to ask her to be his apprentice, was he? If he was..."Do you know why I wished to speak to you Cara?" he asked. His tone was soft but his voice was still a little gruff. She shook her head in response, not looking at him, not even making a sound. His hands fell away from her shoulders and he spoke again, sounding a little more stern. "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you...""No sir," Cara answered quietly. Cara heard Hoth breath in deeply and then let it out as a sigh. Inwardly, Cara flinched. It seemed to her that she was incapable of pleasing anyone recently...with the exception of Ramius of course. Swallowing, she raised her head and turned to face the General. Ramius... Ramius respected Hoth and always spoke highly of him. It was only right Cara treated him with respect. Finding her voice, Cara spoke louder and more clearly, "No Master, I do not know why you wish to see me."Hoth looked at her then, his face unreadable to Cara. She flinched as her resolve flickered and wavered. She glanced away but Hoth's voice drew her gaze back to him when he spoke. "Cara," he began, his voice soft once more. "You are unlike any Jedi that has ever come to the order. You bring little to the table as far as combat, diplomacy, and healing goes; all essentials to being an active member in the Jedi Order. You are an outcast among your peers, with no friends except perhaps one."She already knew all of this. Had known all of this. It ate her up inside when it was just inside her head, but now that she was actually hearing it from someone else, Cara was filled with the desire to slink away, to hide away forever. Cara's gaze lowered and she began to look away once more when she felt his hand gently turning and raising her face to his once more. She could still see him, despite the tears that were threatening to blur her vision. But Hoth was still speaking."You have little to offer in the traditional sense, young one. But I know you have something to offer which few others do: pure light, pure joy, pure happiness. I have seen it in Ramius' eyes. You have the ability to inspire light, hope and joy in others...if only they could see past your eccentrecities." He paused a moment, as Cara wiped away her tears and hiccuped softly. "I need your help Cara. We need more Jedi who have your heart with the skills we teach. If you wil come with me, I will help you learn the skills you be an active Jedi in the Jedi way of life."Cara now struggled to see Hoth from tears were pouring freely from her eyes and blurring her vision. What did she say? What should she say? Should she go? Maybe she should, if only to prove herself worthy of Ramius' affection and love. But what abour Ramius? Was he going to go as well? Why wasn't Hoth having this conversation with Ramius? He was a more logical choice than Cara for Cara was probably one of the weakest Jedi - despite the resivor of talent and power that laid before her. Cara opened her mouth to ask Hoth of Ramius when he cut her short."This is a choice that you and you alone must make Cara. Do not let your feelings of others sway your decision. You must do what you feel is right." Cara nodded her head and Hoth turned from her, returning to the roof's door. He paused as he opened the door and looked back at her. "Should you decide to go, we leave at the end of the week. 04:00 hours sharp." He left then, without another word, leaving Cara to herself and her thoughts...::One week later - 03:27 hours, local time (Roon)::Cara was sick to her stomach, rocking back and forth on the floor in her room. General Hoth was due to depart shortly, and Cara was unable to find the will and courage to depart with him and those going to the new galaxy with him. There was little doubt in her mind that Ramius would be among them, and while they loved one another as no other had, Cara couldn't stop herself from thinking and believing that he would be better off without her.Ramius was a true Jedi. Cara was a nothing. She had no potential, no value, nothing what so ever to offer the Jedi Order, let alone Ramius. This alone was enough to break her spirits and her heart. Soon enough, tears began to stream down her cheeks. She had to say good-bye to Ramius, she just absolutely had to. He could not leave without her saying good-bye and telling him how much she loved him.Only problem was, she knew not where he was. She had hardly seen him in recent weeks - apart from her day dreams. Pushing herself to her feet, she turned and fled her room, running through the cooridors towards Ramius's room. She doubted that he was still in his quarters but it was worth a shot. Within minutes, she arrived, gasping for air.Knocking on the door, she danced in place, anxiously waiting to see if he would open and answer the door. When there was no response, she knocked again and almost immediately turned and began to run for the mess hall. It was still early and dark enough that the mess hall was mostly dark, but it didn't take long to confirm he wasn't there.Running right through, she proceeded to run towards the hanger. A quick glance at her chrono showed that it was now 03:55 hours. The ships were bound to depart within minutes, and if Cara pushed herself, she could maybe make it. So she pushed herself. Her bare feet hit the metal hard, but it didn't stop her.Rounding a corner, she came to see the hanger door ahead, closing before her. Fear surged in her then and she pushed herself harder than before. Cara barely managed to slip in through the closing doors. Much to her dismay, she found herself on a catwalk, at least 50 meters above the ground.Struggling to breathe, she sank to the grated floor, and watched with tear filled eyes and the ships powered up and then launched out of the hanger. Leaning against the cold metal railing, Cara felt depression creep back into her soul once more. Ramius was gone...He was gone...he was truly gone. Over and over, that phrase was repeated in Cara's mind. She was in shock that Ramius was gone, that she hadn't been able to say good-bye or tell him what he meant to her. He had been her life, her universe, her sole reason for existing since Amber had been murdered by her brothers. With Ramius gone, there was no purpose in her life.People and time moved around Cara, literally registering as nothing more than a blur of colors. With his departure, Cara was left soulless, incomplete, devestated and all but dead. She moved without light, without joy, and without any real indication of life. Tears were constantly in her eyes, for everywhere she looked, everywhere she went, she could see and hear Ramius, and it pained her deeply.The day passed with Cara oblivious. At day's end, she found herself in the garden, sitting on her knees before a small lake, with no recollection of how she got here, let alone how long ago. None of it mattered. Instead, she stared fixedly at her reflection, seeing but not seeing. She could almost see Ramius in the water's reflection, but his image disappeared as several droplets of tears fell from her face and into the water, rippling the surface and distorting the image.Closing her eyes, the hollow thoughts of 'why' and 'how' echoed within her mnd. To which there was no answer. How was she to go on without Ramius? Why was she still here? Why hadn't she gone? Was she truly so weak and frail that she could simply wither her existance away? Hugging herself, she bowed forward as tears began to stream down her cheeks and into the water. Her soft blonde hair slipped forward, grazing the water a moment before if began to absorb the water and simply lie on the surface.What was she going to do? Where was she going to go? How was she going to survive, let alone live? Did she really even want to live?She began to sway slightly, not realizing that she was beginning to lose consciousness. With Ramius, she had improved and her fainting spells had nearly disappeared. It was a miracle that she hadn't fainted or passed out since his departure, but it seemed now was the time.Opening her eyes, she looked at the rippling water, mere inches from her face. "I'm so sorry...I love you Ramius..." she barely whispered before her eyes shut once more and she fell into the water before her, unmoving and unconscious.

Cr rkℓghtr Lightning GoD

10/16/2012 07:28 PM 

Chandrila: A Difficult Lesson

Cara DarklighterAge: 9 Standard Galatic YearsHeight: 1.0668 Meters::18:00 hours, local time::"Amber! We're so close, I know they were here!" Cara exclaimed excitedly, nearly jumping up and down with excitement as she and her Master/guardian left the hotel. The receptionist had informed them not a minute ago that Caiden and Caleb had left the hotel earlier that morning. Cara had been so absorbed with the joy that she had failed to hear the receptionist inform Amber that they had been kicked out of the hotel and informed that they would never be permitted within the premis again.While it lightened Amber's heart to see Cara singing and dancing for joy, it did little to absolve the steadily darkening presences in the Force. There was little doubt in Amber's mind that Cara's older brothers were just as Force Sensitive as Cara. While Amber preferred to tell Cara everything, she knew that this was something Cara would need to see first hand; Amber's word would simply not be enough to convince the girl otherwise.Amber followed Cara as she danced to and fro, smiling slightly. That smile however, dimmed as she felt the darkness nearing them, far more than what they had experienced thus far. It was very feeling that Amber had dreaded: it was the confirmation that the twins were not only on the planet, but within visual range. While she could look obviously for them, she dared not. Cara would take notice and start running off on her own to try and find her idolized brothers, and Amber did not fancy running off after the child. Best prevent the chase before it can begin."Cara," Amber called out softly, getting the short blonde haired girl's attention."Hmm?" Cara sounded back as her caretaker called her name. She stopped her spin, facing Amber with her head tilted slightly to the right. Cara blinked grey-green eyes at Amber, her eyes bright with the innocence granted to all children. Cara watched as Amber knelt and opened her arms wide, smiling. In Cara's eyes, there was no deceit from Amber, only warmth, love, and everything good in the world."It's really starting to get late Cara. What do you say we get some dinner and then go back to the ship for the night, huh? I'm sure your brothers will still be here tomorrow."Food! Cara thought excitedly. Food was definitely a good thing, and Cara ran full tilt towards Amber's waiting arms. She threw her hands wide and jumped into Amber's arms, wrapping her small arms about Amber's neck. Cara giggled and nodded her head, chittering excitedly, "Food! Can we get nerf dogs? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?"Amber wrapped her arms around Cara and held her as she rose, fitting the child so she rested on her hip. Smiling genuinely, Amber replied to the joyous bundle of light in her arms, "Yes Cara, we can get you a nerf dog.""I want two!"Amber chuckled and began moving away from the dark presences, nodding her reply to Cara. "We'll see Cara. If you're still hungry after your first, then we'll look into getting you a second." Cara squealed in delight and bobbed up and down in Amber's arms."Thank you Miss Amber! Thank you so much!"Amber could only smile at the delightful child and say, "You are more than welcome." As they walked towards the nearest nerf dog stall, Cara calmed, now simply smiling and chattering away about random adventures she had had with her brothers before their parent's deaths. Cara paused only long enough to tell the vendor she wanted ketcup and mustard on her dogs, before plunging back into her story telling. Amber paid the man, taking Cara's two nerf dogs and heading back to their ship.As the ship came into sight, Cara started bouncing up and down in Amber's arms, exclaiming, "Look Miss Amber! It's the ship!" Amber nodded and set the bundle of energy down.Cara needed no instrucions nor prompting for as soon as her feet hit the ground, she was running for the ship. Going as fast as her short legs would carry her, Cara made two laps around the ship before Amber arrived to unlock the ship, at which point, Cara bolted up the ramp and into the ship.After about an hour had passed, Cara had begun to wind down for the night. After a quick bath and a bed time story, Amber tucked the sleeping Cara in for the evening before turning in herself. The stories and the impressions she had recieved in the Force worried Amber. Something had happened to Caiden and Caleb after they left the orphanage. The question was: had someone found them and helped them to discover their abilities?There was no way to know until Amber came face to face with the twins...something she hoped was a ways off but deep down knew that it would happen much sooner than she would be ready for. With these not so comforting thoughts, Amber fell asleep...::Cara's Dream::Cara was singing and dancing in the meadows when she heard their voices."Where are you Cara?" Caleb called out and was echoed by Caiden who was calling, "It's us Cara! Come on out!""Caleb! I'm here! Over here Caiden!" She started jumping as high as she could, waving her arms above her head. She was so short and the grass was so tall, it was easy to lose sight of Cara. "Here! I'm here!" she kept calling. If they couldn't see her then they could follow her voice until they could see her."Come out to us Cara!"::Just After Midnight::Cara blinked her eyes open with the echoing voices of her brothers. Why did it feel like they were so near?Cara! she heard inside her head. Sitting up, she looked around, puzzledly. That sounded just like Caiden...Outside...we're outside Cara...She threw the blanket off of herself and slipped from her bed. "I'm coming," she said in a sing-song voice even as she slipped on her shoes and a coat. She walked quietly through the ship, her feet making no sound for she was as light as a feather. Overline: Start in the city, work way out to the forest/fields, find the boys without Amber, nearly killed by Caiden and Caleb, Amber rescues Cara, and on they go.

Cr rkℓghtr Lightning GoD

10/16/2012 07:26 PM 

The Story {Forever In Progress}

Early LifeBefore the JediBorn on the distant world of Lianna, a world formerly controlled by the Empire and permitted to remain neutral, it is a wonder how a Force Sensitive such as Cara Darklighter remained undetected by the Dark Force users that frequented the planet. While the Imperial Empire was no longer in control of the galaxy, there was without a doubt a well known presence of Sith running about. The third and last child, Cara was raised in a loving home, relatively free of conflict. Her parents, Ciara and Caesar, had always known since the day she was born, Cara was destined for something great. Even as an infant, her eyes seemed to shine brighter than her older twin brothers, Caiden and Caleb.Growing up, Cara was given only the best and finest money could buy. She began her education at the early age of two. Even at that tender age, Cara showed signs of incredible intelligence, catching on quickly and taking everything to heart. It was in that respect, that she emulated her older brothers.Pure of heart, honest, kind and caring, Cara often found herself the victim of her peers' teasing. If it weren't for her older brothers, she'd have allowed her 'peers' to drag her down and taint her heart. A Less Than Perfect LifeThere came a day, shortly after her fifth birthday, when she instinctively knew that something was wrong and out of place. She was at school when she felt it...her parent's deaths, however she didn't know. Crying suddenly, she was taken out of class and not long after, the school received a call saying that her parents had been found dead.With no known aunts or uncles to take care of them, Caiden and Caleb, who were roughly ten years older, found themselves taking care of Cara. They had managed a year and a half within the orphanage, Cara having had numerous offers to adopt but her unwillingness to leave her brothers kept her there. It wasn't until she drew near to her seventh birthday, when Caiden and Caleb were deemed old enough to leave the orphanage.Caiden and Caleb did their best to try and take Cara with them but the estate that had been their parents had long since vanished. Sad and lonely, Cara fell deep into depression. Her brothers moved on, promising to come back for her when she was old enough, or when they could afford to take care of her. DiscoveryNearly another year passed, a year of disappointment for Cara no longer received offers to be adopted. It was when all hope had faded in young Cara's mind that a Jedi Master named Amber found her. Initially, Cara refused to speak, instead choosing to look out the window. For well over a month, Amber sought to reach Cara, a child who she knew held great potential.Finally, there came a day when Cara began to talk. Her voice had been small, and distant with remembering. There was fear as well, fear of the unknown. As she began to cry, Amber took Cara into her arms, hugging the petite girl gently. They left that day, Amber having officially adopted Cara. "Death comes to call, you cannot hold water in your hands for long, it leaks away, goes where it's meant to go. To the soil, to the sky. To ions then space, where stars are born." - Amber to Cara A Difficult LessonIt took time before Amber got Cara to open up fully. After learning about her older brothers, Amber took Cara and together they sought the twins. For nearly three months, young Cara and Jedi Master Amber traveled the galaxy, searching every planet that their leads had led them to. It wasn't until Naboo that there began to be the stirrings of real hope. Instead of hearing from people who had heard from other people, they heard first person accounts of the twins. While some of the tales they heard troubled Amber, they seemed not to phase Cara one bit. Skipping from system to system, Cara and Amber seemed to rapidly be gaining on Caiden and Caleb, something that thrilled Cara but unnerved Amber. There was an exponential growth in death and danger, something Cara had picked up on but refused to associate with her brothers whom she held in great respect. Instead she saw it as someone harassing her brothers, forcing them onward. It wasn't until Chandrila when Cara finally came face to face with Caiden and Caleb.Initially, they appeared unchanged, but that facade would quickly disappear and Cara would find herself in a difficult position. She could either submit to her brothers and remain unscathed, or she could resist and risk injury or death. Before the impressionable young girl could make a decision but after the damage had already been done, Amber arrived. A duel between the Jedi Master and the twins was inevitable and upon it's conclusion, Amber left the twins for dead to console the heartbroken Cara. "Your own death you do not fear, but the death of others is hard for you. It has never been easy for you to let others close; feelings can mean pain. Instead, you take refuge in your intellect. That has always gotten you in trouble." - Amber to Cara after the presumed deaths of her brothers.{Note: see blog for specific details.} Life of the Jedi Initial TrainingThe departure from Chandrila was difficult for Cara. Despite the difficult position her brothers had placed her in, she still did not want to leave them. It was then that Amber realized Cara had been raised in a household where she got what she wanted. Her time spent in the orhanage didn't seem to supress this demand, rather it increased it. And ever since Amber had whisked the child away, she had merely been feeding the gundark.Forcibly, however in a still gentle manner, Amber and Cara departed Chandrila and went to Roon where Amber could begin instructing Cara. However, Amber soon found herself going head to head with the very much stubborn young girl. It was with the assistance of other Jedi Masters that Cara was broken. "To walk the path of the Jedi, one's spirit must be strong. That requires discipline." - Master Serenity to Cara.It was weeks before Amber could begin her instruction for with the breaking of Cara, came the reclusiveness Amber had first seen in the young girl on her homeworld of Lianna. It readily became apparent that Cara was very much fragile, despite how tenacious and stubborn she was. It was only when Cara found peace within herself that she truly began to learn and flourish with the Jedi.In her studies, Cara wasn't at the top of her class, as one might have expected from such a brilliant child. Instead, she lingered somewhere in the middle, an 'average' student. Upon the conclusion of her first lightsaber dueling class, it became quite apparent that Cara was still quite scarred by the events of Chandrila several years later. Not only had the flash back paralyzed her, but being such a tiny person, weighing as light as a feather, she found she could do nothing more than attempt to retreat. "A Jedi's greatest power comes not from size or from physical strength. It comes from understanding the Force. As part of your training you will learn to build your confidence and belief through practice." - Amber to Cara after her first lightsaber duel. She was quiet as a mouse in all her classes, never speaking unless called upon and even then, few could hear her. If she weren't so pure of heart, she might have been a disaster for the Jedi. Regardless of her academic progress, it was apparent to the few who paid Cara any attention that she had a great love for any and all life. When she was not in class, Cara could often be found in the Temple Gardens, either singing or humming softly to herself as she danced by herself.However carefree she was on her own time, however she behaved in class, few could refrain from reffering to her as 'Crazy Cara.' Not only did she frequently day dream and keep to herself, but she was known to have fainting spells, to talking to herself, and to be quite forgetful. While she was aware of what her peers called her, she did not let it get to her and bring her down for she was a bubble of light, joy, and happiness. Building A LightsaberYears passed and while Cara appeared to be the same as the day she first set foot on Roon, she had come a long way. Though her studies showed that she disliked, even feared lightsaber dueling, it was the iconic symbol of all Jedi to build their own lightsabers. Still under Jedi Master Amber's guidance, Cara managed to retrieve all the parts necessary and assembled her own lightsaber. "The crystal is the heart of the blade. The heart is the crystal of the Jedi. The Jedi is the crystal of the Force. The Force is the blade of the heart. All are intertwined: the crystal, the blade, the Jedi. You are one." - Amber to Cara just before Cara builds her first lightsaber.Upon it's completion, Cara was filled with a sense of awe and held a new respect for those who continually worked at and mastered the art of lightsaber combat. In particular, she admired, respected, and even fancied one of her peers, Ramius Gryph. From a distance, she would watch and observe, entranced by the beauty and grace with which he moved. For the first time, Cara began to push herself harder, to do better and to reach for the stars. Test of FaithIt was in secret that Cara pushed herself to do more and to be better. To her instructors, and her peers, she was still 'Crazy Cara' who wasted away the day, day dreaming, singing, dancing, and talking to herself. To her Master, Cara was as she had always been: brilliant and a wonderful student. "Learn to recognize when speed is not important. Race when being first is important; move at your own pace at all other times. It is not necessary to always strike the first blow, to provide the first solution, or to reach a goal before anyone else does. In fact, it is sometimes vital to strike the last blow, to give the final answer, or to arrive after everyone else." - Amber to Cara regarding her sudden change in behavior.Cara was now nearing her sixteenth birthday and had not left the Temple on Roon in nearly seven years - since her arrival. However, the time had come for Cara to accompany Amber on a mission: locate and apprehend the culprits responsible for an uprising. Dispatched to Chandrila, the Master and Apprentice would soon find themselves face to face with a blast from Cara's past: Caiden and Caleb Darklighter. ReunionIn the years Cara had spent on Roon, the twin brothers had been up to no good. From robbery to murder, from kidnapping to assult, the twins had gained quite a rap sheet. Furthering their chaotic madness, was a Sith named Kody. Frighteningly enough, he physically resembled the twins and very well could have been part of the family.Almost immediately upon arrival, both Master and Apprentice were filled with a growing sense of darkness. Amber readily and easily maintained her sense of balance - despite the vague familiarity of the situation - where as Cara struggled to maintain her composure with the overwhelming sense of terror and hatred. Amber and Cara met with the central government on Chandrila where they were brought up to speed on the situation with the finer aspects of what had transpired over the past few months. Before the briefing could be concluded, however, an explosion errupted through the chamber, nearly killing the Jedi and those with them. All present landed in the hospital, rather than the morgue due to the quick thinking of Amber and Cara.None were so greviously wounded as Cara. As Cara recovered from her injuries, Amber began to investigate the explosion. As her investigation progressed, Amber realized what she should have all along: Cara's older brothers were alive and well. So alive and well were they, that they were the ones responsible for nearly having taken their younger sister's life. Amber left Cara in search of Caiden and Caleb, seeking to correct her mistake from years prior. It was not vengance that drove the Jedi Master, not even fear...but love and a sense of duty to the Jedi Order...and Cara.Over the years, short as they may be, Amber had come to see and treat Cara as if she were the daughter she had never had. As any true parent, Amber would do whatever it took to ensure that her 'daughter' survived to live a happy and fulfilled life - even at the cost of her own.Amber quickly located the twins and a confrontation and engagement soon ensued. Initially, Amber moved with the surety and confidence the Force always granted her, but when a third appeared, with an unconscious Cara in his (Kody's) arms, that surety and confidence rapidly deteriorated. No longer was just Amber's life at risk, but so was Cara's life and future... "It is all that is left unsaid upon which tragedies are built." - Caleb to Cara.Together, the twins were able to disarm Amber of her weapon and soon held her at their mercy. It was not long before they enlightened Amber on what had transpired since she left them for dead and what they now planned to do. The twins were consumed by the dark side, filled with hatred of not just Amber and the Jedi, but Cara as well. They were no longer motivated by love and the desire to take care of their sister. They now wished to destroy her life, to make her suffer and share the pain they had before taking her life.As Cara began to stir and regain consciousness, Amber acted in desparation, refusing to submit to Kody, Caiden, and Caleb. For Amber's words and actions, Cara was punished. With the young girl having regained consciousness, they were allowed a few moments to themselves as the local authorities had showed up and provided a distraction. It was here that Master and Apprentice shared their last few words, where Amber encouraged Cara to go on, to be strong and to be the radiant beacon of light and hope...and where Cara pleaded with her master to not leave her, to not die.The twins and Kody returned, cutting their conversation short. Amber retrieved her lightsaber from Caleb and the duel ensued: Amber versus Kody, Caiden, and Caleb. It was in her last moments, defending and protecting Cara, that Amber began to become one with the Force. Her body took blow after blow and yet she still fought on. First Caiden fell, then Kody and lastly, Caleb. They were on the brink of death when Amber collapsed. The last moments of Amber's life were wasted away in Cara's heartbreak and confusion of who she was o go to: her master or her brothers. Crawling to her master, Cara was too late to hear her Master's last words. The Path of the LightNight soon fell and Cara had not yet moved from her master's body or that of her brother's and their master. Grief stricken, she was willing herself to die for how could she live with her brother's and her master dead? As she drifted somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness, Cara was discovered by another Jedi Master who had been sent to investigate after the death of Amber. It was General Hoth who rescued and willed Cara to live a little longer for her fate was not to die on Chandrila, but to live on in service of the Light side of the Force. "To walk the path of the Jedi, one's spirit must be strong. That requires discipline." - General Hoth to Cara during her recovery.Cara spent the following week in the medbay back at Roon. While her physical wounds seemed to heal, it was undeniable that the mental wounds, both recent and past, were far from being healed. Cara was suffering fainting spells and memory loss at far greater intervals. Instead of several times a month, she was up to several times a day. Into darkness she fell, despite the brilliant light she radiated and felt.Two years later, Cara had only marginally improved. She was still without a Master and her grades had dropped even lower. Despite her encounter with Ramius Gryph, and their confession of love to one another, Cara knew deep within her heart that she would one day soon be whisked away from Roon and the Jedi Order. DepartureThat day came, though it was not as she thought it would be. General Hoth invited Cara to his chambers in the Temple where he divulged his plan to leave the galaxy to seek out and enlist the aid of other combat the Sith and to restore peace and justice to the galaxy once more. Cara was hesitant, for it was widely known that she was 'Crazy Cara' and was barely scraping by in her classes. Many questions arose to his proposal, questions like 'why me?' and 'what about Ramius?' She lacked the strength of will and the courage to strike out with General Hoth. When the day came, for Hoth and his chosen to depart, it was a sorrowful day indeed for the young Jedi.Despite the General telling her to choose for herself, Cara was paralyzed by fear as she so often was, and did not part with the Jedi who followed the General into the wormhole, hoping to find and finish the reign of the Sith Lord known for his reign of Destruction. Engulfed by sorrow and despair, the young Jedi remained in Roon, unintentionally nearly drowning and killing herself. When she awoke, however, she found herself aboard General Hoth's flagship, already in the wormhole.

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