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On August 24, 2014 Tim and Amelia McGraw welcomed their child at 12:45 am. Sierra Bethany McGraw. From the moment they saw her their life's changed. Her two older brothers Samuel and Brody loved her from the moment she came home. Today we're here to celebrate her 1'st Birthday.Welcome family and friends enjoy and have fun!To Tim, I love you more than life itself. You're my best friend and my everything in life. Here's to more birthdays and memories to come. Love you baby.To Sierra, I love you sweetie being your Mommy is the best gift I have ever got. You along with your brothers are my pride and joy.  Now to the party (Please no drama. Have fun okay? Enjoy!)Gift basket for the kids:For the teens:For the adults:

CHAPTER ONE The SmugglerCorellia - Part IFour years later.After leaving the Order of the Jedi, Ma'Khina had sold Master Jemrin`s ship and bought a new one - a light freighter of the XS Stock-Class. A perfect ship for a smuggler, with hidden compartments and a few weapons. But the most important fact on this ship was, how fast and maneuverable it was.She replaced her lightsabers with a blaster and lived now the life of a criminal - still keeping the Jedi code in mind, following it. But life wasn`t just black or white. Someone couldn`t always just decide out of the fact to do what is right. Often enough the young Twi`lek had to do things, which followed her in her nightmares in order to survive or in order to do what she thought was right. Was it right to bring the life of hundreds of soldiers into danger, just for saving the life of maybe twenty? `Sometimes doing the wrong thing brings us back to the right way` did Master Jemrin say whenever his Padawan has done any mistakes. Now, that she was sitting in the cockpit of the `Lost Hope`, on her way to Corellia, she remembered those wise words again. Life wasn`t always just black or right. It was grey in many situations and too often it was covered in red.  Sitting in the cockpit of the ``Lost Hope`` a deep sigh escaped the young Twi`lek, her gaze wandering over the consoles which showed the actual sensor data. This didn`t look good. ``T7, two minutes before we jump out of the hyperdrive. Prepare the weapons`` she was serious and the tone in her words made clear, that she didn`t accept any ifs and buts. The small astromech whistled nervously and rolled to the back of the ship. Was he nervous? Frightened? Maybe he was. To be honest, Ma'Khina was nervous herself. But this wasn`t the right moment for feelings or worries. Each second they would arrive at Corellia.. and fly directly into a wall of imperial starfighters.Corellia, the capital planet in the Corellian System, was under imperial siege, no ship got in or out. With this in mind, Ma`Khina was trying the impossible. But her freight was important. Medical supplies and food for the poor souls, who were trying to survive in the middle of this war. And some weapons for those who wanted to fight back the Empire. The last time she had visited Corellia had been in her time as a Padawan and the Twi`lek still remembered some of the faces she had met in her time there. Knowing that they lived a life in pain and suffer since the Empire was there, was just cruel and Ma`Khina needed to do anything to change that.There is no emotion.. There is peace!Another deep breath was inhaled and the blue skinned woman straightened her back, rolling her shoulders to wake up her muscles. Her gaze wandered from her sensor data up to the big window in front of her. Each moment they would jump out of the hyperdrive. A soft tingle in the back of her mind tried to attract her attention. The force. Was it a warning? Was it a sign, how stupid her idea was at all? Or was it an offer to help her through this rough situation? Whatever it was, Ma`Khina ignored it. Instead she just shoved the tingle away and turned her full concentration into the situation. Her hands gripped tightly the helm of the freighter. From the back of the ship came the soft whistle of a scared astromech, telling her that he was in position and that the weapons were activated. ``Don`t worry, T7.. no one of us will die today..`` at least.. that was what she hoped.The ``Lost Hope`` jumped out of the hyperdrive - a bit too close to the enemy. Three gigantic Dreadnoughts of the Harrower-class filled her window. No time for some staring. Without any hesitation she jerked the helm to the side and the light freighter flew a curve to the right, avoiding to fly into one of the much bigger starships.``Unidentified spaceship, stop your engines and identify yourself!````How about `No`?`` keeping her communication system still offline, Ma`Khina only spoke to herself. Giving more thrust into the engines she jerked the helm back to the other side, flying directly back towards the Dreadnoughts. Of course they wouldn`t just draw aside. This wasn`t a game about who was the bravest. If Ma`Khina crashed into one of those colossus, the `Lost Hope` would just explode and the starfighter wouldn`t even care about it. Some scratches in the paint maybe, that would be all. `Let`s hope that the shields work` That thought just crossed her mind as the imperial ship started to fire. Pushing the helm from one side to the other she was able to swerve most of the shots. But each shot that hit the freighter hurt Ma`Khina literally. ``Why does they always have to shoot?`` asking herself through clenched teeth she pulled the helm back, tilting the nose of her freighter upwards to guide the freighter over the starfighter. It was one thing when they shot at the freighter, but another thing when they shot at their own ship. Navigating her spaceship over the body of the Dreadnought she flew a dipsy-doodle to swerve the steady fire on her ship. ``You could start shooting finally, T7!`` the Twi`lek shouted over her shoulder, keeping her concentration onto her systems and the flying.The eyes of the Twi'lek widened as a half dozen of S 12 Blackbolts flew directly towards her ship, all of them faster and more agile as Ma`Khina's ship. Sweat pearled on her forehead as she collected her concentration. A tingle in her right hand and she jerked the helm to the left. The spaceship flew a sharp curve, only a few parsecs away of the fighters. Of course, they followed her. ``T7, six scouts right behind us! Show them how tough we really are!`` There came a whistle from the back of the ship and Ma`Khina couldn`t resist but smiled. Sometimes.. just sometimes.. this small astromech sounded exactly like Master Jemrin. He would have said the same to her.More imperial scouts crossed her way and with a deep sigh the blue female pushed some buttons on the console in front of her. ``Sure.. why not. Every time you think it can`t be worst, it becomes worst`` she cursed under her breath and activated the front weapons and gave more energy into the shields. With her thumbs she pushed the buttons on the helm. Luckily she could shoot two of the scouts into a bright explosion. ``Unidentified ship. Here speaks Darth Malgus. The fun is over. Turn off your engines and give up finally!``An ice cold shiver ran down the spine of the young Twi'lek as she heard the muffled voice through the speakers in her cockpit. Darth Malgus. She knew that name. She knew it much better as she wanted to know it. Only ten years ago he was rushed over Coruscant like a hurricane. In one big attack he had destroyed the Jedi Temple and killed hundreds of Jedis and citizens of the Republic, including six members of the Jedi High Council and the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic.Ma`Khina was ten years old when it happened and had just started her education as a Padawan. On the day when the Jedi Temple had been attacked, she had been on Ryloth with Master Jemrin. Lightyears had been between them and the Jedis who died on that day, but they felt each of their deaths painfully strong in their minds. The Twi`lek still remembered how much she had cried in that night, letting her feelings flow for the first time in her life. Most of the Jedis and the Younglings, had been her friends. One of them.. a Togruta in her age.. had been her best friend. The girl she had shared her room with. Andrana. A wonderful young girl, so lively and funny. A bit clumsy with the use of the force but still.. the best friend Ma`Khina could have imagined in her life.The young face of that lovely Togruta suddenly appeared before Ma`Khina`s inner eye. Always a gentle smile on her lips. No matter what had happened. This girl couldn`t move a rock with the force, but she could move someone`s heart just with her smile.The soft tingle in the back of her mind grew suddenly stronger and pulled the blue skinned Twi`lek out of her memories and back into reality. She gasped surprised as she saw those 15 scouts flying straight towards her. ``Karabast!`` A loud curse escaped her soft reddish lips and she moved the helm of the freighter to the right. Flying a big loop she tried to avoid a crash into even one of the S 12 Blackbolts. The console in front of her gave a long alerting bleep and with panic she turned her gaze onto it. ``No.. No no no no!!``The tingle in the back of her mind grew stronger and almost tugged on her nerves. ``T7, stop firing back! We have problems with the-`` A loud explosion right next to her broke her sentence. Throwing her arms up, she covered her head from flying fragments. A fire broke out at the console, but Ma`Khina had no hand free to douse it. Feeling the heat of the fire against the soft skin of her left arm, she concentrated on flying her freighter. ``I need a bigger crew or more droids..`` she muttered to herself, swerving her spaceship between all those laser-shots while the fire grew bigger. ``T7!! I have problems here! Stop shooting and come into the cockpit!`` the Twi`lek shouted over her shoulder, in hope her little friend was still there. Her sensors showed that the `Lost Hope` was already pretty damaged, but they still had a chance to get to Corellia. Maybe not in one piece, but at least they would bring their freight to those who need it the most.With a whistle the small astromech rolled into the cockpit and started to douse the fire. A deep sigh of relief escaped her and a soft smile curled up on Ma`Khina`s lips. Her friend was still alive and took care about the systems. But there were still twelve S 12 Blackbolts on their rear. No need to mention, that the Dreadnoughts were also firing onto the little freighter.Bluish blood ran slowly down her left arm. Fragments from the explosion had cut into her arm and caused wounds of different sizes. The Twi`lek ignored the pain in her arm and activated the communication system. ``Here speaks the unidentified ship: shut your mouth!`` she didn`t wait for an answer. Instead she deactivated the communication system and the speakers. Taking a deep breath she gave more thrust into the engines and the freighter jumped forward. Knowing her starship by heart she didn`t even need to look down as she pushed a few buttons on her console and programmed the control of the rear weapons to her console. But when her finger slipped off a button she looked surprised down. Surprise covered her face as she found her own blue blood on the console. ``..we all have to pay our prize for freedom..`` she muttered thoughtfully. Words her Master had told her a very long time ago. Only a few days before his death. Slowly she lifted her gaze up to the window again.Corellia. No Dreadnoughts or Scouts ahead of them. Just the blue planet. They were close. They still had a chance to get out of this alive. But they couldn`t land as long those scouts were still behind them. A heavy jerk ran through the ship suddenly as something in the back exploded. ``..ugh..STOP SHOOTING! YOU'RE DESTROYING MY BEAUTIFUL SHIP!`` Of course nobody except of her astromech could hear her, no matter how loud she screamed. But she just had to let her frustration out for a moment. With a few deep beeps did T7 rolled out of the cockpit again and to the back of the ship. Obviously wanting to take care of whatever just exploded. Ma`Khina didn`t look down onto her console anymore. There were more red lights and bad news than anything else at the moment. ``I hate doing this..but you guys don`t give me any other choice`` saying this she sighed again. With the push on a few buttons on the console to her right she opened one of her cargo areas and her old hyperdrive floated out into space together with a few other ship parts she had replaced before this mission.Her eyes were glued onto the sensor data her computer spitted out. The hyperdrive hit one of the S 12 Blackbolts and damaged it. This was the moment when she shot, aiming at her old propulsion system. Next she saw was a big explosion. A sigh of relief escaped her. Eight of the scouts were down. Four would be easily to handle. Giving full speed she navigated directly to Corellia and activated the communication system again.``Here speaks Captain Ma`Khina from the Lost Hope. I`m through the barricade and head towards Bela Vistal. Four S 12 Blackbolts are still right behind me. I request help at the landing!````Major Julan Tr�s here. I can hear you, Captain Ma`Khina. Help will come as requested. It is good to hear you, Captain!``Those were great news and a soft smile curled up on Ma`Khina`s soft lips. Now she just needed to enter the atmosphere of Corellia and help would show up directly. Another explosion vibrated through the small ship. Those scouts had some really good pilots. Some who could actually aim before they shoot.Finally the nose of the `Lost Hope` broke through the atmosphere of Corellia, but the freighter didn`t become slower. Sweat ran down into her eyes and her breath grew faster. A slight dizziness filled her mind suddenly. Was it relief? Or was it just the loss of her blood? She didn`t care. Just a few more moments and they would be safe and the freight would be in good hands. Who cared what happened afterwards? She would just take a long bath in a bacta tank to regain energy for the flight back.The high houses of Bela Vistal appeared on her window and she smiled. Three corellian scouts passed by and next the Twi`lek saw on her sensors was, how the last four S 12 Blackbolts exploded in the blue sky. ``..safe..I can`t believe it!`` she muttered and tried to slow down the engines. The systems didn`t react. ``T7! We can`t land with that speed!`` she listened into the back but didn`t got any answer. ``T7??!!!`` No reaction. And no time for any worries. The ground of the planet became closer much too fast.``Lost Hope, you`re much too fast. Take back some speed!````What do you think I`m trying here?` Ma`Khina muttered. No matter what she did, the systems didn`t react anymore.Ma`Khina took a deep breath. Filling her lungs with life one more time. Maybe her last time. Lifting her right hand she checked if the belt was holding her tightly. The ground grew closer. The Twi`lek closed her eyes. A heavy jolt ran through the ship as the nose of the `Lost Hope` crashed into the ground. Trees fell down. Brown earth welled up and exploded into all directions. The Twi`lek jerked forward and hit her head against the helm. And lost consciousness.

1. I am in no way involved with/associated with the BBC, Doctor Who, Chris Pratt. I am also not the character I am portraying here, obviously. This character is purely of my own creation based on a theory I've had for well over 10 years.2. I'm willing to delve into some mature content (my character and his writer are both over 18 which shouldn't be a problem), but discussion would be preferred if this were to happen in any SLs/RPs. That includes abuse (physical and/or mental), alcoholism, drugs, sex and extreme violence.3. No raping or killing my character without consent.3b. My character is a time tot (a young Gallifreyan who hasn't yet matured to become a proper Time Lord); he is supposed to be childish, immature, rash and somewhat annoying. Couple that with the fact that he's had a troubled past and you've got yourself a pretty complicated character emotionally. I've had a lot of people think that my character's personality somehow reflects my personality in real life. That is not and never will be the case. If you don't like the way I write my character, you're more than welcome to delete/block me.4. No godmodding (attempting to control my character's actions, reactions or personality). This is essentially the number one rule of roleplaying, and it is really frowned upon in the RP world, so a little word of advice. Don't do it.5. No trying to change my character's history/background. I've had so many people try to do this and it's annoying to no end (plus, it's godmodding so you'd be wise not to). This character is AU, I don't have to stress that enough. He is MY character, so therefore I call the shots. The character is NOT MEANT TO BE SLOTTED INTO CANON; HE IS FROM AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE. There's no need to have a mental breakdown over it; I'm not the first or the last to make a character like this.5b. This is a crucial thing that needs to be addressed. A lot of people who RP the Doctor have thought that because they write with me, my character is instantly related to them.6. No one-liners, at least two paragraphs of writing. If I've gone to a lot of effort to give you for example three paragraphs of writing, I'd appreciate the same amount of effort back.7. No erotic RP - it's pretty much against the rules of this site anyway. Please keep in mind that although my character is 19 years old, in Time Lord world, he is a time tot and still underage; please don't try and force my character into a relationship.8. Please be patient while waiting on replies. All of us have lives outside of roleplaying, and mine is no exception. I am currently a full-time university student studying towards a bachelor of arts degree; my schedule can get quite frantic and crowded sometimes which leaves little time for roleplaying. It also depends on whether my brain is working properly on whichever given day we write. Sometimes I can bang out a reply in a few minutes, sometimes it'll take a few hours or days for me to come up with something. All of our creative muses work differently, so please bear with me. If I'm taking a lot longer than usual to send a reply, don't be afraid to remind me, but please don't be pushy and say things like, "Where's my reply?! I want my reply NOW!" because that will just earn you a spot on my block list. But I'd appreciate it if you're going to be slow, you tell me as well; it's only fair.9. Please, for the love of god, no OOC drama. By all means, make my character's life hell all you want, but my life is off limits. I've had people preach that they hate OOC drama yet insist on causing it themselves so practice what you preach. If there's a problem, I'd appreciate it if you'd come to me privately to try and solve it. Indirect/passive aggressive remarks will NOT be tolerated; I think most of us are out of the 'bitchy high school teenager' phase so it'd be nice if you'd act like a responsible adult and either message/IM me if I've caused a problem/upset you. We're all here to have fun, so do us all a favour; don't be a kill joy.10. Break any of the above rules and you're out. My decision is final.You do not have to sign these rules but through roleplaying with me, you are bound to them.

I've noticed that there is a significant lack of Babylon 5 characters on this site, so I've decided to make one myself! Of course, I'll still play as Samus if I want, and the roleplays I'm currently doing will still use Samus, I've just decided to do something a little different!

(This is an alternate version of events)Evil has always enticed man ever since the serpent lured Eve in the garden. It progressed, taking root. The seed festered. In a matter of a few years after the expulsion from the Garden, the fall of the two brothers would lead to the first human-demon hybrid - the descendants of the first man and woman. Lucifer tried to tempt Abel. Cain believed his brother was corrupt, so he attempted to kill him to protect him from succumbing to the darkness. The brothers were cursed for their discord. Cain was punished for his crime. He was cast into exile, forced to live his days believing he killed his brother, and marked for his crime. Lucifer saved Abel's life. He offered him immortality and power. Abel accepted this proposal, not realizing the full extent of Lucifer's offer. It darkened his heart. He along with his bride Lilith became the first vampires. Abominations feasting and destroying the race from which they emerged. Time passed. The disease that was vampirism spread, but it was also diluted as it passed from maker to progeny. Descendants, including the direct Aurelius line, were weaker vampires stricken with frailties, such as an inability to withstand sunlight. Fortunately, the Shadow Men were able to contain Abel. They imprisoned him in a death-like state buried deep within the ground. But Lilith escaped. Led by the Slayer, mankind fought back against the growing vampire hordes. One girl, in all the world, chosen to fight the demons and the forces of darkness.According to legend, the blood of the chosen one (the Slayer) and the blood of a descendant (the Winchester line) could awaken Abel from his slumber. It was feared he would attempt to open the doors to the heavens and the gates to hell. He had expressed desires to rule them, a byproduct of which would be a human world in a state of dissonance. For centuries Lilith waited, searching for the opportunity to awaken her mate. She looked for a member of Abel's blood line. Only to finally find one that was in love with a Slayer. She watched them until the Slayer bore a child with the blood of both lines.This was the perfect opportunity. She tried to take the child to drink in her power. But her efforts were in vain. The forces of good and love had prevailed, for the time being. Lilith had failed in her endeavors, and her body and head were now separated by hundreds of years and millions of miles, not dead, but not alive either. A few precious drops of Samantha's blood were spilt, unnoticed during the events at Lilith's castle, absorbed deep into the floor. Abel felt it, as if in a dream he was beckoned by those few drops, summoned. Deep within the ground his body regenerated. Tissues began reforming. Fluids flowed. He awoke pushing his way to the surface. It was time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOtoIBrBAYEhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DOtoIBrBAYEOUT TO PLAY I  Some regions have decided to take a different approach to the situation inside the SPA of the Underworld, their peculiar scent and purgatory shouts by adding some spice to them mouths, did meant not for redemption, while others consider that as the original process was carried out in too much haste, they shall be adjusted to the real situation. Especially at the verdict from the court of Death, for the Communities Interest recycling at my river, was a must. Pan knew his ways out the forest into the underworld, its demons, the variant of possessors who talked of Greece such as theirs, now they was born from its very soil and everything that moved underneath.It was no day I had exist without the ability to vision with the eyes of a Water Nymph, many had wished to understand what the f*** do I see, enhancing my self would duel with the Oceans and my mother of the Other Myth. The system of water did not work such as whether this could occur or not, the upper earth was a heavy conformation of mass. _"Come daughter of the dark waters, your father had children to the 7 seas, how well he knew the currencies within the Oceans." It was not my fort to be of a loving category, mostly repulsing waving my river constantly Via Aeterna in flowing movement, despite the pain, misery and agonic sorrow, sickness and war, most not surrender to let go in it's divine multiversity. If they knew Hades as much as I, they would die fully pleased. But death is death and could care less, the system had to flow. Had follow down the deepest structures of all, thats where my river falls, but the attraction who formed me repeated to cycle towards my mother this time, consigned my self to get closer. The interesting words out my father Nympho man, my father of the other Myth, Oceanus, Poseidon, Aquarius... Could sense those vibrant ripples sounding with transmission along the inner waters who consumed without words, strengthened us like sharks to listen, listen to the streaming system, to not get cot by the net of fisher men, listen to the rippling lines to use the flow towards the currency of your own freedom, forming you loyal, crazy, freaky inside the multinationals. My mother had a fundamental role with him. Absolutely necessarily her advice was, had listen to no one, everything died in my pass, but to whom births me. She continued._"You, whom have grown Titan and elder, subterranean river of death, are to manage with government in the Upper Land, Again! Not fishy banks like me. You have destroyed the very Devil of Tartarus with that child of yours, reaping his lava away his river of pain for a cycle. May the waters reign from Oceanus who needs his drink for the constitution." The Dark Nymphs of water accompanied me in a multiple variant of watery ways, they send signals to me alerting me to a path as I had followed them, they was as powerful as I was. We just formed a oness, thereby, following them snaky movements, diving, sirens of madness, my river was theirs, and they made the river, interconnectivity we moved in transisorial constance, year after, year, sisters of the same father. My mother unmoved without helping me or giving me a source of power to understand what passage she broad. Perhaps this time could have a chance to walk in the living. Walking Machiavelli. We moved in the waters down the river Styx passed the purgatory into the marshal of Memory who mingled with the Marshal of Oblivion. They was Nymphs too, a Hell of Nymphs who formed the River Styx, but them affluents remained stable, inmovil. They bathed the souls before being born again. According to them wisdom to remember or not, how much drink form one, and the other.It was said that mortals never drink from Memno... she is mother to all the Muses, her information contains all the Arts, including the Muse of Tragedy! All her daughters mean the waters substance of her Memory River with Zeus. Is much art and pain to remember the reality of the past, present and future, an average mind could not control such shooting pain, is impossible to understand to those grey matters. "Forget it!" said one to the other "Just block the memory of it." Waters waved in and out as pushed further away, "We are stronger Ignoring",  so "Forget it. Drink from me and forget" Them waters moved in a constant mingling rotation of multi-memories who would come up to consciousness and down to subconsciousness, as much horrificare they was much more they sinked down. "No, is not truth, you will die if go pass that path!" The other pushed ass the other pulled to push back, they shared back and forth to forget and remember, known as the mingling waters. But each remained it's ground. "You will remember for those who drink from me, for everything you had tried to hide so they forget!" The other splashed now her waters taste as wine. "I'm first and more Greek! I sleeped with the very Zeus from day one." as the other "No, from day two, many others did him before!" They adored the men, and the men adored to use Oblivion too sink down the unforgivable. "Face them, face the truth that will free you to unleash this burden." It was true that non could drink or would go mad finding the psyche unable to respond.  In gender I had to listen to all sort of sexes and transponders, demons, carriers from all sort of things in Hades, abusing and ready to be abused, nature formed its own way of selection, a group, and groups of hating forms splitting hells from one an other, competing to finding the same very sin, even in the other life out the living. Not much progress was being held, but such as corpse remained in the occult I cultivated from the remains of the darkest flow. It's true out of modesty,  none could see the minimal details within the bacterial world, we constituted an infernal war of regenerating ideals, we had healthy bacterias who fight against the unwanted to our system. No one was grateful to my business, no one could face me directly for all had carried would merely become an agent for murder. _"In the name of Hatefulness to the Gods, over the surface of my body and the Phallic to my Clit! There will be nothing to stop you but a war to a rotten end, if not rebirth with memory to face it!!" The abominable rage who emerged from the centre of hate took a feverous fury and exaltation to meet the ends, my lowness had no patience. The elevating giant steps in the air altered forming and deforming psychedelic forms in one an other, to follow up, rage till last breath for immortality to prevail. Went farther finding more space to emanate the ambient of the explosion, "Oh, you little whom wish to have it all and belong, how numerous the orgies we have with such disgrace at yours that can't even understand the ever moving ecstasy of the female evil, my Tartarus Hell, vanish or have it all? Ha hahahahaha hahaha! Dry it frozen to the Stop, that how much Hatefulness I can Wake Up onto! You are no God without me! Your enraging Goddess."  The masculine mobiles put in action out them conducted heads to directed them plan, wanted them for them first phenomena, the trapped ones too. The earths melted with a gross microscopic walls and levels, originating holes in the underworld who would lick in, parallel lower hells, those fundamental drops of waters fainted as a torture machines, to the impossibilities of those souls who dropped down, coming lower, wanting to enslave our darkest emotions to pretend perfection.   Later on, in a simultaneous remote, to a point of a visual form that could not get out, nor enough, intoxicating the above hells with pushing vapours and finding no satisfaction hocked them selfless spirit, with the little they had unaware to them own punishments, to it's joy vented my wings inside the wide space of the Underground cave, were so many desired to be free. "May the Upper Earth Enjoy the Titan Wars, From the Lost City of Petra to France, to gather Ills of the World for Gold."  

This is their last and final roll call,�Warriors in an elite fraternity.�The name is called and the answer:�"She is gone, she has departed us."All bow their heads and remember:�When she was youthful and courageous,�When she went where others feared to go,When she marched with the "Green Berets".�She is the legend of the Special Forces.�She is the soldier who would volunteer.�She is the warrior in each person's heart.�She is the heroine his nation does honor.��Farewell my friend, my comrade-in-arms.�Farewell the lover and wife who was true.�Farewell the mother and grandmother too.�Farewell the legend, farewell the heroine.

She was a quiet professional,A member of an elite unit, Where only the best of the best, Were called upon to serve. She stood prepared and ready, A volunteer to get the job done. Whatever they needed done - She was the woman they called upon. You didn't read stories about her. You didn't even know what she did.  But she stood tall among her peers.  She carried her courage lightly.  She is gone, resting eternal.  Offer you one final salute.  Salute courage, salute valor,  Salute the warrior we served with.

    UPDATED: 11/25/2016 Patience is a virtue; Keep in mind I have several other accounts to maintain, as well.DISCUSSIONS IN PROGRESS || ON HOLD[listed in alphabetical order]Angelic AllisonBlonde AmbitionCrispy BlondeLittle LuluMordant FealtySassy HaloNEED TO SEND MESSAGES TO:REPLIEs / StartersBlonde AmbitionQuitethevampiregroupieVision of hotliness(Motherly)Vivacious Red Currently Working On;Quitethevampiregroupie's replyThose Who Owe MeI don't give a sh*t how long it takes you to reply to me. This isn't a job. Don't ever apologize for how long it takes to get back to me, on anything.SIDE NOTEPlease bear in mind, that when I do my replies, I put forth not 100%, not 110% -- but 210%. I do research. I write outlines. I write from the outlines.  I read what I've written. I re-read. And re-read. And re-read. Then edit, revise, edit, revise, etc., etc.My INITIAL replies to starters are ALWAYS going to take the longest - out of any posts in the storylines - no matter what. It will take me, on average, three to four days -- and sometimes more than that. Beyond Starters//Initial-First-Posts, my replies should come a lot quicker, though they still take time. I handle each post with extreme care, passion and attention. All of my replies - are literally - made with my blood, sweat, and tears. To give some of you an idea of what my starters/first-posts are like, they average anywhere between 10-30 pages. If that's too much for you to handle, and you hold zero interest in reading material that I slave over for endless days for your satisfaction -- Spare me from wasting my time and effort and tell me//delete me now so I  can spend that time on an owe for someone who actually looks forward to it. And I don't say this to be rude or mean, or offensive. I do not, and will never, bear ill feelings towards someone who cannot handle the amount in which I write.Also, if you are someone who CAN'T  STOMACH waiting weeks (sometimes months) for a single reply - AGAIN, kindly do me a favor and TELL ME and delete me - for the same reasons as listed above.I think that's pretty much a wrap here. With that being said, have a wonderful week, guys. I look forward to finally continuing discussions - and writing - and just participating in  awesome storylines.-- Sincerely, Sam's Writer.

"You say you want to be king? So, when I burn your kingdom down, I will make sure you're still chained to the throne." - Unknown. Tarasov Prison wasn't the most welcoming place for ex-royal Moroi, not that Victor expected special treatment for his old status, he just assumed they would be perhaps a bit more tolerant to one who was once respected as him, but then again as one of the guardian's so kindly reminded him before entry, he had lost his respect and it was something he apparently couldn't win back after what he had done to the young Dragomir princess. Though Victor didn't let those words bother him, he didn't need respect to gain power eventually, he needed fear and control. Though of course there was little he could do about it while locked up in such a heavily guarded prison bathed in the rich warm caresses of sunlight. Tarasov Prison was inescapable, no one came in and no one came out without notice of it before hand. A few days passed and slowly Victor was able to fall into a bit of routine, most of his days he would spend in his oddly bear cell with perhaps a book in his lap to pass the time. Though it was never a book he wished to read, they did not give him such a privilege of a choice, it was merely take what they gave you, and he did without complaint. Then later on in the week he would be escorted to his feedings, then quickly ushered back to his cell. Tarasov wasn't a place for socializing and making friends, that was certain. So Victor played along with them, only speaking when spoken too. And when he was spoken to he was always painfully polite to those around him, though there was always a smugness to him. It amused him how they thought him to be such a dangerous creature, when just a few months prior they considered him royalty. It is indeed funny how these things change so quickly. Then a few more weeks passed in a hazy blur, and if Victor recalled it was a Wednesday when he received the news of a visitor come to see him. He was indeed pleasantly surprised to hear that said visitor was his wife, he hadn't expect to see her much after this...he heard she was quite devastated over the death of their daughter and of course he didn't blame her. Victor would be lying if he said Natalie's death didn't bother him, because it did...it wracked him with guilt. He didn't mean for his daughter to die, yes he may have manipulated her into doing as he wished but he had to admit having her go Strigoi was too far, even if he had planned to restore her back to her normal Moroi form after they had successfully escaped the academy. Time to seemed to go slower with each step Victor took towards the visiting room,  he didn't know what state he would find his wife in. She had always been very tolerant to his darker side of things, it was something they could be open about with one another, something they both understood for his wife had a darker side to herself as well, which caused them to get along famously when together. Though Natalie had been their pride and joy, they had tried so hard for a child for so many years, they were almost lead to believe his wife was infertile. Though soon after Natalie was conceived Victor was diagnosed with Sandovsky's Syndrome, which was proved to be the reason why it was so hard to get his wife with child. So to them Natalie was their miracle, and she had made his wife so very happy. And now her happiness was gone. Once they finally reached the visiting room Victor's jade green eyes shifted across the room as they fixed themselves on his distraught wife. She was lovely as ever of course,  her long wavy black hair was pulled into a bun, and her jade green eyes were wet and red with tears. When her eyes finally connected with his, Victor could see she was less than happy to see him and he didn't blame her. If he was to be honest, such a reaction from his wife left him a little heartbroken, he was use to looks of such love each time they were together...but it seemed as if that was long gone now, for her at least. "Irina, my darling." Victor said in a low tone as he strode towards the table she was seated at. "Victor." she said bitterly, her voice cracking ever so slightly. As Victor pulled out a chair the best he could with cuffed hands, he slowly lowered himself into the white uncomfortable plastic seat across from his sweet wife, folding his hands on the table in front of him as he looked at her with such intensity it seemed as if he was to bore a hole right through her. "You look lovely as usu-" "Stop it, Victor." Irina said bitterly as she glared at her husband. "Stop trying to sugar coat everything with pleasantries, I'm done with playing." she whispered as she shook her head, a few stray hairs falling in her lovely pale face. "Irina, my sweet." Victor said softly as he slowly reaching over towards her hand, causing the guardian's behind her to take a step forward. Victor found it ridiculous, he obviously wasn't going to harm his wife...he was merely trying to give her comfort as any husband should. But then again, why would they believe his intentions? He did have his daughter turn Strigoi. "Please, my darling. You must believe me, Natalie's death...was never intended." "Then what was intended?" Irina snapped, moving her hands away from her husband's touch. "To escape from the academy, of course." Victor said slowly, moving his hands away from his wife's. "You understood the importance of apprehending the princess, she was the only one who could heal me." he said in a stern tone, leaning back into his seat. "With my Sandovsky's Syndrome cured, our family could be thrown back into contention for the throne. Think of all the changes I could make as king, my love." "A stupid throne isn't worth the life of our daughter, Victor." she growled, her full lips twitching up into a sneer which revealed her fangs. "You had promised me you wouldn't involve Natalie!" she snapped, her strained voice echoing through the visiting room. "It was no fault of mine, Natalie wanted to assist me." Victor said quickly, ready to defend himself. "Her plans were brilliant, her aid moved me further in our plan. I would have been a fool not to take her advice." he said simply, as if he assumed she would merely take that for an answer. Irina's full lips fell into a frown as she looked into the eyes of her husband, the eyes of a man she once loved dearly. Though Victor was that man no more, she hardly knew him anymore. The Victor she knew wouldn't have sacrificed the life of their daughter for something so selfish. The man staring back at her, was not her husband anymore. "She was only a child, and you let her die." Irina whispered, tears spilling from her eyes and trickling down her porcelain cheek. "As I have said before, her death was never intended. After I was freed, I was going to take her to Robert. He could have saved her, you witnessed him restore Moroi before, you know it can be done." Victor said in a low tone. Victor held all his hope in Robert, he knew his brother would understand and ask no questions. He knew he would have restored Natalie without a second thought, because he held trust in Victor and his motives. "You're a fool, Victor." she whispered, shaking her head the tears still fresh upon her cheeks. "You act like you have everything under control, when you don't! I thought you were a better man than this, but I was mistaken. You're not a man, you're a monster."  she spat. "The world cannot exist without monsters, Irina."  Victor said coolly. It would be a lie if Victor said his wife's harsh words did not hurt him, but he knew his wife would not listen to reason. He had gone too far this time, and his actions would lead him down a dark path in which his wife would not follow. She was right, he was a fool... he should have never involved Natalie in any of this. Irina was right about every thing. Though Victor could not bring himself to admit to that, what good would it do anyway? It wouldn't make her happy, nor would it make up for what he had done. So he denied her words, he knew their marriage was now too far gone to be fixed. "I'm done, Victor." Irina said bitterly, standing to her feet as the chair scooted out behind her, its metal legs screeching against the floor. Victor let out a sigh as he closed his eyes, he knew this would be the last time he ever saw her. He loved her deeply still despite her strong hatred for him. He would always love her, until his last breath in this world. She was the only woman that he loved. Though as she moved on with her life, her hate for him building, he would have the fond memories of their marriage and their life. Fond memories he will carry with him through his darkest of days. No matter how much he would change, his memories would not fade. "I love you, Irina. Please do not forget that." Victor said softly, his features completely relaxed. "And I loved our Natalie as well, I always will." Though before he could blink Irina's hand made contact with his face accompanied with a sharp stinging pain in his cheek. His cuffed hands slowly moved up to his cheek, as he placed his hand on the red mark now forming upon his flesh. He deserved that, but he made no comment. She could hit him all she liked if it made her feel better. "I hate you." she growled, her delicate body shaking in anger. "I hate you! You are no husband of mine, you can stay here and rot for all I care." she snarled, turning sharply on her heel as she made her way towards the door. Her words seemed to not have phased Victor as he watched her, though deep down his heart had slit in two completely. His wife, his Queen...wished for him to rot here in this prison. He never thought his marriage could turn into such a hateful thing, though here it was crumbling right before his very eyes and oddly he felt as if the wound would not sting for so long. Eventually, he will be free of this place, and she will crawl back to him. Its not like she could divorce him, what would entire Moroi society think? Royalty did not divorce, no matter the crime of the spouse. To divorce would be an embarrassment. So, he merely sat there and allowed her to leave without a care in the world. She belonged to him, whether she liked it or not. As the white door swung shut, Victor slowly stood from his uncomfortable plastic chair, his cuffs clinking together as he moved. His jade green eyes then shifted over towards the guardians that were appointed to him, his lips forming a smug smile. "Shall you gentlemen escort me back to my cell? I would really like to continue with my reading." he said softly, as if what had just happened never occurred. The two guardian's shared a questioning look, though they merely shook their heads and grabbed Victor by the arm to escort him back to his barren cell. As they made their way back to his lovely new room, his lips twitched up into a smirk. Deep down Victor knew a turn of events were to occur, he would not be staying here long. Sooner or later someone would come for him, may it be Robert or someone else. The Dashkov family had supporters around the globe, surely he wouldn't be left here to rot. He would soon be free, and he will take the throne just as he was meant to. Luckily Victor was a very patient man, he could wait. Very soon the world will see what a monster he could be when it came to the things he wanted, which he always received. We live in a world where the Boogeymen are real. 

CHAPTER ONE  The Smuggler Corellia - Part I Four years later. After leaving the Order of the Jedi, Ma'Khina had sold Master Jemrin`s ship and bought a new one - a light freighter of the XS Stock-Class. A perfect ship for a smuggler, with hidden compartments and a few weapons. But the most important fact on this ship was, how fast and maneuverable it was. She replaced her lightsabers with a blaster and lived now the life of a criminal - still keeping the Jedi code in mind, following it. But life wasn`t just black or white. Someone couldn`t always just decide out of the fact to do what is right. Often enough the young Twi`lek had to do things, which followed her in her nightmares in order to survive or in order to do what she thought was right. Was it right to bring the life of hundreds of soldiers into danger, just for saving the life of maybe twenty? `Sometimes doing the wrong thing brings us back to the right way` did Master Jemrin say whenever his Padawan has done any mistakes. Now, that she was sitting in the cockpit of the `Lost Hope`, on her way to Corellia, she remembered those wise words again. Life wasn`t always just black or right. It was grey in many situations and too often it was covered in red.   Sitting in the cockpit of the ``Lost Hope`` a deep sigh escaped the young Twi`lek, her gaze wandering over the consoles which showed the actual sensor data. This didn`t look good. ``T7, two minutes before we jump out of the hyperdrive. Prepare the weapons`` she was serious and the tone in her words made clear, that she didn`t accept any ifs and buts. The small astromech whistled nervously and rolled to the back of the ship. Was he nervous? Frightened? Maybe he was. To be honest, Ma'Khina was nervous herself. But this wasn`t the right moment for feelings or worries. Each second they would arrive at Corellia.. and fly directly into a wall of imperial starfighters. Corellia, the capital planet in the Corellian System, was under imperial siege, no ship got in or out. With this in mind, Ma`Khina was trying the impossible. But her freight was important. Medical supplies and food for the poor souls, who were trying to survive in the middle of this war. And some weapons for those who wanted to fight back the Empire. The last time she had visited Corellia had been in her time as a Padawan and the Twi`lek still remembered some of the faces she had met in her time there. Knowing that they lived a life in pain and suffer since the Empire was there, was just cruel and Ma`Khina needed to do anything to change that. There is no emotion.. There is peace! Another deep breath was inhaled and the blue skinned woman straightened her back, rolling her shoulders to wake up her muscles. Her gaze wandered from her sensor data up to the big window in front of her. Each moment they would jump out of the hyperdrive. A soft tingle in the back of her mind tried to attract her attention. The force. Was it a warning? Was it a sign, how stupid her idea was at all? Or was it an offer to help her through this rough situation? Whatever it was, Ma`Khina ignored it. Instead she just shoved the tingle away and turned her full concentration into the situation. Her hands gripped tightly the helm of the freighter. From the back of the ship came the soft whistle of a scared astromech, telling her that he was in position and that the weapons were activated. ``Don`t worry, T7.. no one of us will die today..`` at least.. that was what she hoped. The ``Lost Hope`` jumped out of the hyperdrive - a bit too close to the enemy. Three gigantic Dreadnoughts of the Harrower-class filled her window. No time for some staring. Without any hesitation she jerked the helm to the side and the light freighter flew a curve to the right, avoiding to fly into one of the much bigger starships. ``Unidentified spaceship, stop your engines and identify yourself!`` ``How about `No`?`` keeping her communication system still offline, Ma`Khina only spoke to herself. Giving more thrust into the engines she jerked the helm back to the other side, flying directly back towards the Dreadnoughts. Of course they wouldn`t just draw aside. This wasn`t a game about who was the bravest. If Ma`Khina crashed into one of those colossus, the `Lost Hope` would just explode and the starfighter wouldn`t even care about it. Some scratches in the paint maybe, that would be all.  `Let`s hope that the shields work` That thought just crossed her mind as the imperial ship started to fire. Pushing the helm from one side to the other she was able to swerve most of the shots. But each shot that hit the freighter hurt Ma`Khina literally. ``Why does they always have to shoot?`` asking herself through clenched teeth she pulled the helm back, tilting the nose of her freighter upwards to guide the freighter over the starfighter. It was one thing when they shot at the freighter, but another thing when they shot at their own ship. Navigating her spaceship over the body of the Dreadnought she flew a dipsy-doodle to swerve the steady fire on her ship. ``You could start shooting finally, T7!`` the Twi`lek shouted over her shoulder, keeping her concentration onto her systems and the flying. The eyes of the Twi'lek widened as a half dozen of S 12 Blackbolts flew directly towards her ship, all of them faster and more agile as Ma`Khina's ship. Sweat pearled on her forehead as she collected her concentration. A tingle in her right hand and she jerked the helm to the left. The spaceship flew a sharp curve, only a few parsecs away of the fighters. Of course, they followed her. ``T7, six scouts right behind us! Show them how tough we really are!`` There came a whistle from the back of the ship and Ma`Khina couldn`t resist but smiled. Sometimes.. just sometimes.. this small astromech sounded exactly like Master Jemrin. He would have said the same to her. More imperial scouts crossed her way and with a deep sigh the blue female pushed some buttons on the console in front of her. ``Sure.. why not. Every time you think it can`t be worst, it becomes worst`` she cursed under her breath and activated the front weapons and gave more energy into the shields. With her thumbs she pushed the buttons on the helm. Luckily she could shoot two of the scouts into a bright explosion.  ``Unidentified ship. Here speaks Darth Malgus. The fun is over. Turn off your engines and give up finally!`` An ice cold shiver ran down the spine of the young Twi'lek as she heard the muffled voice through the speakers in her cockpit. Darth Malgus. She knew that name. She knew it much better as she wanted to know it. Only ten years ago he was rushed over Coruscant like a hurricane. In one big attack he had destroyed the Jedi Temple and killed hundreds of Jedis and citizens of the Republic, including six members of the Jedi High Council and the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic. Ma`Khina was ten years old when it happened and had just started her education as a Padawan. On the day when the Jedi Temple had been attacked, she had been on Ryloth with Master Jemrin. Lightyears had been between them and the Jedis who died on that day, but they felt each of their deaths painfully strong in their minds. The Twi`lek still remembered how much she had cried in that night, letting her feelings flow for the first time in her life. Most of the Jedis and the Younglings, had been her friends. One of them.. a Togruta in her age.. had been her best friend. The girl she had shared her room with. Andrana. A wonderful young girl, so lively and funny. A bit clumsy with the use of the force but still.. the best friend Ma`Khina could have imagined in her life. The young face of that lovely Togruta suddenly appeared before Ma`Khina`s inner eye. Always a gentle smile on her lips. No matter what had happened. This girl couldn`t move a rock with the force, but she could move someone`s heart just with her smile. The soft tingle in the back of her mind grew suddenly stronger and pulled the blue skinned Twi`lek out of her memories and back into reality. She gasped surprised as she saw those 15 scouts flying straight towards her. ``Karabast!`` A loud curse escaped her soft reddish lips and she moved the helm of the freighter to the right. Flying a big loop she tried to avoid a crash into even one of the S 12 Blackbolts. The console in front of her gave a long alerting bleep and with panic she turned her gaze onto it. ``No.. No no no no!!``The tingle in the back of her mind grew stronger and almost tugged on her nerves. ``T7, stop firing back! We have problems with the-`` A loud explosion right next to her broke her sentence. Throwing her arms up, she covered her head from flying fragments. A fire broke out at the console, but Ma`Khina had no hand free to douse it. Feeling the heat of the fire against the soft skin of her left arm, she concentrated on flying her freighter. ``I need a bigger crew or more droids..`` she muttered to herself, swerving her spaceship between all those laser-shots while the fire grew bigger. ``T7!! I have problems here! Stop shooting and come into the cockpit!`` the Twi`lek shouted over her shoulder, in hope her little friend was still there. Her sensors showed that the `Lost Hope` was already pretty damaged, but they still had a chance to get to Corellia. Maybe not in one piece, but at least they would bring their freight to those who need it the most. With a whistle the small astromech rolled into the cockpit and started to douse the fire. A deep sigh of relief escaped her and a soft smile curled up on Ma`Khina`s lips. Her friend was still alive and took care about the systems. But there were still twelve S 12 Blackbolts on their rear. No need to mention, that the Dreadnoughts were also firing onto the little freighter. Bluish blood ran slowly down her left arm. Fragments from the explosion had cut into her arm and caused wounds of different sizes. The Twi`lek ignored the pain in her arm and activated the communication system. ``Here speaks the unidentified ship: shut your mouth!`` she didn`t wait for an answer. Instead she deactivated the communication system and the speakers. Taking a deep breath she gave more thrust into the engines and the freighter jumped forward. Knowing her starship by heart she didn`t even need to look down as she pushed a few buttons on her console and programmed the control of the rear weapons to her console. But when her finger slipped off a button she looked surprised down. Surprise covered her face as she found her own blue blood on the console. ``..we all have to pay our prize for freedom..`` she muttered thoughtfully. Words her Master had told her a very long time ago. Only a few days before his death. Slowly she lifted her gaze up to the window again. Corellia. No Dreadnoughts or Scouts ahead of them. Just the blue planet. They were close. They still had a chance to get out of this alive. But they couldn`t land as long those scouts were still behind them. A heavy jerk ran through the ship suddenly as something in the back exploded. ``..ugh..STOP SHOOTING! YOU'RE DESTROYING MY BEAUTIFUL SHIP!`` Of course nobody except of her astromech could hear her, no matter how loud she screamed. But she just had to let her frustration out for a moment. With a few deep beeps did T7 rolled out of the cockpit again and to the back of the ship. Obviously wanting to take care of whatever just exploded. Ma`Khina didn`t look down onto her console anymore. There were more red lights and bad news than anything else at the moment. ``I hate doing this..but you guys don`t give me any other choice`` saying this she sighed again. With the push on a few buttons on the console to her right she opened one of her cargo areas and her old hyperdrive floated out into space together with a few other ship parts she had replaced before this mission. Her eyes were glued onto the sensor data her computer spitted out. The hyperdrive hit one of the S 12 Blackbolts and damaged it. This was the moment when she shot, aiming at her old propulsion system. Next she saw was a big explosion. A sigh of relief escaped her. Eight of the scouts were down. Four would be easily to handle. Giving full speed she navigated directly to Corellia and activated the communication system again. ``Here speaks Captain Ma`Khina from the Lost Hope. I`m through the barricade and head towards Bela Vistal. Four S 12 Blackbolts are still right behind me. I request help at the landing!`` Major Julan Tr�s here. I can hear you, Captain Ma`Khina. Help will come as requested. It is good to hear you, Captain!`` Those were great news and a soft smile curled up on Ma`Khina`s soft lips. Now she just needed to enter the atmosphere of Corellia and help would show up directly. Another explosion vibrated through the small ship. Those scouts had some really good pilots. Some who could actually aim before they shoot. Finally the nose of the `Lost Hope` broke through the atmosphere of Corellia, but the freighter didn`t become slower. Sweat ran down into her eyes and her breath grew faster. A slight dizziness filled her mind suddenly. Was it relief? Or was it just the loss of her blood? She didn`t care. Just a few more moments and they would be safe and the freight would be in good hands. Who cared what happened afterwards? She would just take a long bath in a bacta tank to regain energy for the flight back. The high houses of Bela Vistal appeared on her window and she smiled. Three corellian scouts passed by and next the Twi`lek saw on her sensors was, how the last four S 12 Blackbolts exploded in the blue sky. ``..safe..I can`t believe it!`` she muttered and tried to slow down the engines. The systems didn`t react. ``T7! We can`t land with that speed!`` she listened into the back but didn`t got any answer. ``T7??!!!`` No reaction. And no time for any worries. The ground of the planet became closer much too fast. ``Lost Hope, you`re much too fast. Take back some speed!`` ``What do you think I`m trying here?` Ma`Khina muttered. No matter what she did, the systems didn`t react anymore. Ma`Khina took a deep breath. Filling her lungs with life one more time. Maybe her last time. Lifting her right hand she checked if the belt was holding her tightly. The ground grew closer. The Twi`lek closed her eyes. A heavy jolt ran through the ship as the nose of the `Lost Hope` crashed into the ground. Trees fell down. Brown earth welled up and exploded into all directions. The Twi`lek jerked forward and hit her head against the helm. And lost consciousness.  

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