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(OOC: This is going to be a blog I work on over time, I'll be changing it, adding to it and manipulating it until I am happy with it. Anyone reading this should know that your character does not know the information contained in this blog. Please do not bring up details from this blog up to jw or Jemini in the midst of a storyline unless we have discussed it in advance. Since this is a work in progress I would be happy to have feedback as long as it is not put in a rude way. Criticism is fine but you don't have to be a prick about it lol. )Chapter 1[With all the plotting, scheming, manipulating jw had been conducting. especially as of late she had began to deliberate with herself. She sat calmly in the midst of her headquarters. Things in this very moment were quiet. she did not have Unicron's thoughts in her cpu, she was not being pulled in one direction or another. She was not hunting.She was in a period of waiting. Jw was not one to enjoy waiting, it allowed her time to think on things she would rather bury. For rare weaknesses to crawl into view. The dark femme stood up, opened a panel at her wrist and removed her tracker. A device that allowed the other from her dimension to know where she was no matter what dimension or place in time she was in. Where she was going she wanted none to follow, none to know. Jw opened a warp gate, as she did so had any one been able to see the look in her optics one might have thought they saw a glimmer of sadness on the femme who never showed anything but contempt. Jw stepped into the warpgate disappearing from her headquarters and appearing in the place where it all began. She closed the warpgate behind her and immediately the station she appeared in came to life. Reacting to her presence. Jw was not in a time, or a place. It had taken her eons to be able to find it, her connection to Unicron and him granting her the ability to open the warpgates was only part of it. Jw had trained herself, risked herself and her existence to push the envelope in order to be able to return here. This station existed outside of time, space, any continuum. Jw approached a large silver highbacked chair, her hand glided over the metal before she gracefully sat down. In front of her and all around the enormous room were screens, all flickering to turn on as sat down. They seemed an infinite number, her optics gazed over them. This was the hall, the station of her father's. Their creation just as she was....Chapter 2/3How many times had she watched her father's view these screens just as she was now. Quietly observing, taking in events, seeing what had been and what was to come. How one reality could contrast so completely with another by a simple change in one variable. What always stood out was how she existed in none of them. No screen predicted her future or showed her, her past yet she could see others she knew. Darkgunn, Shottgunn, Megara, Megatron even Unicron. In other dimensions, in other realities she could see how they strived or how they suffered, how they lived and how they died. Jw stood up quickly and walked through the room, down a long cooridor and into a much smaller room. There had been no true thought that brought her to this place. It was as if instinct had lured her to take a look. The room was like she remembered it. The large monitors still holding the images of design specs. On one side were her own specs marked "the first" on the other side were Jemini's marked "the second". Every detail had been carefully thought out by her father's at least for her own design. The shape of her wings, the implementation used to cool her engines. the genious it took to design her to seem like every other cybertronian yet allow her to slip in and out of time. She was no Cybertronian, she was something else. Jw walked over to view Jemini's design specs. It was in this moment that Jw allowed herself to feel the raw emotion that she kept so carefully covered up.  It had often amused her when others would call her the copy when in reality it was the other way around. Jw was the original article Jemini was the copy, her surviving father's attempt at "starting over". Jw left this room just as quickly as she had walked into it but it seemed her mind was determined to force her to rehash the past and it had no plans to let up. Soon jw found herself in the one room, the one place she never intended to ever see or return to again.  The energon of her fallen father still stained the floor here. It was the first time in a long time that her spark seemed to open and feel the agony and pain from that day. Jw could still see it, the look on her surviving father's face, that humanoid face looking up at her with a shocked disbelief as he brought in Jw's cybertronian father and he lay dying on the floor. Jw sank to her knees just as she did that day. Jw touched the floor softly with her fingertips. How she pleaded with her surviving father to bend the rules. To go back and save him, to not allow him to fall and in the end he refused her. Reminding her in a soft, disapproving tone that she could not bend time and events to her will. That Alpha would not want him to, he would not want to be saved this way.  Jw could practically feel Alpha in her arms just as she did that day, as she held onto him, feeling his essense, his spark energy dwindling with each moment. Alpha was everything to Jw, his goals were her goals, he was her guide, her teacher, her mentor and without him, she was lost. Alpha knew even in his last moments what his loss would do to Jw. He attempted in his last words to her to calm her, to give her hope " Let me go young one. Make your own path and let go of the pain." He did not realize just how much those words she would cling to. How different her path became from the one he invisioned for her, how she would bury the pain with a complete lack of emotion, but she could never let him go. That she could never do....

PASTE BIN https://pastebin.com/TaL4qSvGRoan was hiding in the darkness and lamenting the words he had exchanged with Sylvia (the dragon). He continued to stare, entranced by the superbly crafted cradle in the nursery. Esmay would never think to search for him there and he drifted off into a light slumber and dreamed... Joy! Esmay returned his affection. She loved him? Nay...just a dream to torment him! Smiling together they glanced down at the tiny infant contentedly asleep in the cradle that had once held and rocked her. What a fair child, with rosy cheeks and dark hair, sleeping so peaceful, contented and....so cherished, so loved, not hidden away, forgotten and beaten like he often was. She seemed sad about not having a child. If they were so blessed, Esmay could have a child she could love after he was long gone, part mortal and immortal. She would never be alone again and the thought pleased him.  He dreamed on and tears streamed down his face. Rogue tears he would never reveal to the world. King Alban was at the very edge of Creek House now. He could see the lights from within the windows. He smelled smoke, the lingering stench of burnt flesh. Every muscle, every fibre of his being was at attention. He used his staff to test the ground ere he took a step. As he suspected, a ring of magic guarded the outskirts. It was strong magic and he would have to call on the Power of the Ancient Ones to break its power. He thought he could hear Roan's voice, laughter and that of a woman. His brother was in danger...a different sort of danger.

Roan felt his heart thud then there was the soft cry of the child, not strong but she was alive. "Dar Jee!!" Roan exclaimed as he felt on the verge of a flood of tears of joy. Estelle placed the babban in his arms and he felt her weight, a bundle light as feathers."She is so tiny...so sweet...." Roan uttered relieved. Kissing her he handed her to his wife to gaze upon the face of her newborn. "She looks like you." He smiled. "Not a wild brute like me."Roan glanced thankfully to Estelle as the father and mother doted on their newborn.***"Hurl what insults you may at me nephew but you had best prepare for the fight of your life. You will be attacked by the McGimore's and the English will come, false friends. They will drive the Irish back then hang you and claim this their own dominion!" Alban warned seeing the visions pass before his own eyes."You are mad!!" Manfred rose from the throne and rushed down the steps so he faced Alban. They were nearly equal in height, Alban being slighter the taller but from his proud bearing Manfred seemed to be the one who towered like a giant. "Madman!! And, traitor!!""You have the gall to use such a word to me when you have in your veins the blood of those who would usurp us!! You are too friendly to the English. You have goaded them on. You shall see that is true ere the end come for you!!" "You wish me dead uncle?? Kill me then if you can!!" Manfred's ire was on the rise as his hand went for the hilt of his dirk."I am not here to see the blood of my own kin spilled and not by my own hand. I am not here to claim the crown if that is what you fear. Wear it. I am here to council you that the enemy comes to dog thee at your heels!"

Nobody like rules, I know but it seems that they are necessary. Just follow these rules and we should have a good time.1. No bullying: I have been bullied, my friends have been bullied so I have no tolerance for bullying at all. 2. No God Modding: Do not control my character's actions at all. I made the account and I am the one roleplaying Klaus not you.3. No rushing: I will get to you when I can. I have a real life which is a little more important right now so send a nice reminder but don't hassle me about it.4. Show some sensitivity: Everyone has problems and has alot going on in their lives. They don't need you being a d*ck towards them to make worse and neither. If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all. Also no ghosting 5. I am not Klaus

Episode ElevenScene 2Release Date: January 31st, 2014Due Date: February 17th, 2014  Starring: Asher, Darien, Lita, SerenaSetting: The viewing deck of the Empire State BuildingTime: NighttimeSCRIPT:1. Serena is nervous, staring over the edge, terrified that Darien isn't going to come. It isn't until she sees him enter, pushing past the mundie crowd, that hope fills her. She calls out to him, carefully, and says she knew he'd come to save Raye.2. Lita holding Asher against the wall, tells Darien to hurry. She continues to glare at Asher, and tells the mundie security guard that Asher is very dangerous and that if he wants to live, he will clear the remaining mundies from the scene. 3. Asher scoffs at Lita, but watches as the mundie security guard does as she says. He mocks Lita and her apparent 'command' over the other mundane, and suggests that if all their hopes are on Darien, they're going to lose. 4. Darien arrives, out of breath, and seemingly appears concerned. At Serena's words, he glances over the edge, spots Raye, and smiles at her. He then turns away, before raising his eyebrows at Serena, asking if she honestly thought he'd care about his charge's death? 5. Serena reacts to Darien's words, and suddenly feels hopeless. Her optimism disappears, and she's overwhelmed, suddenly too aware at how stupid and immature her plan had been. 6. Lita swears, keeping her hold on Asher, and starts to yell at Darien, certain he can't possibly be that heartless. She reminds him that Raye will die, and begs him to help her. 7. Asher realizes he may have just killed Raye, and feels somewhat bad about that. He wonders if he'll have to pay some sort of 'wrongful death' fee to Trista, the Celestial Order member, but shrugs it off. He's still entertained by Darien's change, and taunts him. 8. Darien refocuses on Asher, wondering why the annoying man is still around. He hears Raye scream behind him, and reacts to it internally. Certain to not let his feelings show, he takes takes a moment to thank him for inadvertently ridding him of his connection to his charge. 9. Serena hears Raye's scream and backs up until she hits the wall, which she leans against as she slides to the floor. She's in shock and emotionally damaged and suddenly yearns for Luna's presence. She softly tells Darien she hates him, and that she'll never forgive him for this. 10. Lita releases Asher and rushes to the side of the building, horrified. She can't see Raye anymore, and the thought sickens her. She turns to Asher and shoves him against the wall again, hard enough to cause an indent in the bricks.11. Asher uses his Order abilities to disappear from Lita's grasp, teleporting to the edge of the building. He perches gracefully on top of the safety rail, peering over. He arrogantly reveals that Raye's not dead, and that it's because of some of his friends rather than theirs. 12. Darien kneels beside Serena, doing a mocking impression of comforting her. He tells her that she won't have long to hate him, because he's here to kill her. He reveals a knife, and holds it to her neck. 13. Serena pulls away from Darien, but doesn't get very far. She's numb and empty, and can't be bothered to fight back. That is, until she hears Asher's announcement. Suddenly fueled by hope, she uses her ability on Darien until he releases her, and rushes to see if Raye is truly okay. 14. Lita, too caught up with Raye's safety to comment on Asher's bizarre revelation of his apparent ability, is at the side of the building, relief and confusion flooding through her at equal rates. She asks how that could be possible, but sees with her own eyes how Raye was slowly drifting downward.15. Asher suggests they thank him, because not only did his 'friends' save Raye, but her pain and suffering truly did draw Darien to them. He mockingly asks what the high and mighty 'Earth Warrior' plans to do now. 16. Darien is still seething from the pain of Serena's light, and wisely decides to leave, but not before announcing his plans to return. He vows Serena will die, at his hands, before departing. 17. Serena isn't shaken. She calls after Darien, announcing that when he tries again, she'll be ready. She knows now that Darien did feel Raye in danger, which meant apart of him was still in there. They just needed to use a different approach. FYK: This scene takes place immediately after Raye is pushed over the side of the building. Darien is returning from his meeting with Gideon, Daphne, and Ivy, and intends to act on his orders.

1 Corinthians Chapter 13If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Mama!!" with all the hustle and bustle around her she didn't know what to do with herself, and every second that the incident continued to spiral out of control was another minute that poor Torianna become even more terrified. The chaos of people running, screaming, clawing through the crowds scrambling to get to the nearest lifeboat. Panic ripped through Torianna's heart as her mother's hand was ripped away from her own and she was lost in the rat race of people. "MAMA" She cried louder and louder only the echoes came back in different voices. Pulling and shoving, metal grinding and screeching in an agonised moan. It was hopeless. The end was coming swift and fast. Tripping over her little feet she lost her footing and fell over the side of the dying ship, hanging, struggling to keep her tiny frame up. Screaming at the top of her lungs her fingers gave way and she hurtled downward. Torianna bolted upright, her stomach was in her mouth and her heart raced like galloping horses. 'Just a dream.....it was all just a dream' she sighed heavy with relief. She leaned back and stretched with a wide yawn. Slowly she looked around herself. This wasn't her cabin, this wasn't her home. Panic began to fill her once more and she shook her head. "No...nooooo.... It's not real.....I want my mama...." she cried and pulled her legs under her chin. Only it was real, all of it was coldly real. The ship that was sinking, the people screaming and dying around her everything came flooding back. Then she remembered where she was. She was where the R.M.S Carpathia left her, at the New York dock yard. She could see people beginning to crowd around the sign post as lists of the dead and survivors were taped in place. 'Uncle Harry will be here soon then everything will be fine' she tried to reassure herself as she rocked back and forth. She recalled that her mother was so excited when she read Uncle Harry's letter stating America was the Promised Land and that he would be waiting for their arrival. "Hey, you ok angel wings?" a soft voice spoke as he came beside her. He was around her age, 7 maybe 10 years tops. Wearing a slightly tattered waist coat and filthy black pants his black curls fighting to escape from under his flat cap. She glanced up at him and tightened her grip around her knees. "Easy im not going to hurt you .......I'm Bastien..." he grinned like a Cheshire cat and shoved out his hand in a gesture of greeting. "T..Torianna...Torianna Grace." she replied and hesitantly removed her arms from her knees to meet his hand. "Nice to meet ya." taking a seat beside her he stretched and placed his arms behind his head . "What are you doing?" Torianna tilted her head and a few stray strands of blonde hair fell over her eyes. "I'm sitting down whatcha think I'm doin?" he frowned and tilted his flat cap up slightly. "well, I can see that. But why sit here?" "and why not? Besides you look like you could do with the company." the crowd soon began to get larger, the noise becoming too much as she placed her hands over her ears. 'what an odd gal she is' thought Bastien as he watched her. "how's about we skedaddle from here, maybe get something to eat? You hungry?" Torianna was a bit sceptical, what if her uncle came and she was not there? Or if more of the rescue boats came with more survivors? Her mother had to be on one of them. "I cant I'm waiting for my uncle, he said he would be here for my arrival. Also I have to find my mother, she'll be on one of the boats coming in and she will be awfully angry with me if I were not here waiting." lowering her legs which barely touched the floor she placed her hands neatly within her lap turning her attention to the crowds again. Her stomach rumbled, she was starving. "So... what's this uncle of yours look like?" Bastien asked as he stood on the bench looking around the crowd. "I ... I don't know. I've never really met him, I mean I have met him but I was only a baby at the time." she looked up at him with a frown. "well that's no good, how d'ya even know he's gonna be here if ya don't know what he looks like?" he had a valid point there. If she didn't recognise him how on earth would he recognise her? "I will just wait for my mother" she stated stubbornly and sat back with her arms folded. Jumping to the floor Bastien eyed up a few fat pockets ripe for the picking. Torianna watched curiously and sat forward moving her hair out of her eyes. "Bastien what on ..." "shhhhhh" signalled Bastien as he got closer to a gentleman wearing a smart suit. his light fingers made easy work of lifting a crisp leather wallet that slightly hung out of the gentleman's back pocket. Torianna's eyes widened , she could not believe what he had just done. "Dinner is on me" Bastien grinned showing her the wallet. He placed it snugly inside his waistcoat, patting it gently with his hand. "So, can I escort ya to dinner?" he asked as he leaned against the wall with his arms folded. "and don't go tellin me ya aint hungry 'cos i can hear your stomach from here." "i admit, yes i am a tad hungry but i have to stay incase my mother should turn up." God this girl was stubborn, Bastien rolled his eyes and raised his hands to the heavens in mock annoyance . "right ill see if she is on any of the lists." walking away towards the crowd Torianna frowned. how stupid was he? He was looking for her mothers name on a list yet he didnt even bother to ask her exactly what her mothers name was!. Jumping quickly to her feet she swerved within the crowd trying to keep sight of where Bastien had gone. "OH SORRY....SORRY COMING THROUGH ....EXCUSE ME , OH IM REALLY SORRY!" she exclaimed as she darted in and out like a bee trying to find a flower and almost slammed into a gentleman with a stern face. women looked down at her and shunned her as if she was dirt and beneath them, so was the joys of high society. if you were not one of them then you need to be squashed like a bug and eradicated from the face of the earth. "Bastien!...Bastien ! wait up! " turning his head to her he sighed softly as he placed his arm around her shoulder and pointed to the rows of names upon the long lists of the dead, surviving and missing. She was out of breath from running after him her lungs fit to burst as she shrugged his arm from her. "what took you so long" "I'm sorry im not as fast as you, also i only have short legs." "so i've noticed... " Bastien giggled softly looking down at her legs. he was a good two foot taller than her. "why did you run off like that? i mean you said you would check the lists yet you did not even ask what my mothers name is." she stated mater of factly . "well , i knew ya would follow and ya looked like ya needed the exercise. hope ya can read as i cant" "well much help you are then! and of course i can read i do..did go to school and i was best in my class thank you very much!" "ohhhhhhhh touchy touchy i only asked no need to jump down my throat, jeeze." he could tell she was going to be a feisty gal and perhaps even a challenge. taking her hand he ducked under the arms of those in the way and led her closer to the notice board. "well? is she there?" "I... I dont know I cant see." so was the curse of her short legs and a tall boy who couldn't read . shrugging his shoulders at her he didn't know really what else to do she took a moment to think, biting her lip and smiled before nearing a man also looking through the list. She put on her best puppy eyes she could and pulled gently upon the corner of the mans coat trying to capture his attention. He glanced down at her and frowned slightly, wondering what this child could possibly want and tugged his coat back from her reach. "P..Please sir....I'm too short to read. Have you seen my mama? is she on the lists? " "Go away you little runt" and stepped away from her mingling with the rest of the crowd. She was taken aback by his response, how cruel he was and ignorant. she turned to face Bastien who waved his hands forward gesturing to go onto the next one. person after person ignored her and pushed her aside like filth as if she didn't exist. although one man had seen it all and took pity. Tall and of slim build he approached her gently and lowered to her level. she looked at him with apprehension. "Hello little one, are you lost ? you look like you are." he smiled softly at her "My name is William what's yours? " Bastien Frowned and began to close the gap between them, he didn't trust the snobs. Some of the pimps posed as the rich and preyed upon the innocents of the street. To them she was nothing but an orphan that wouldn't be missed. "Torianna.. and no I'm not lost, I was aboard the Carpathia . I'm trying to find my mother, she wasn't on the boat with me. Could you help me sir? everyone i ask just pushes me away and I'm to small to read the lists." she felt Bastiens hand tighten on hers from behind . "Of course i can. now ...you tell me what her name is and I shall do my best to find her ." he reassured her softly . "Her name is Lillian...Lillian Grace." she turned to Bastien with a wide smile of hope to which he reciprocated with a cheeky wink. The kind gentleman rose to his feet and pushed forward looking down the lists. He looked hard and stopped as a name cut through him like a knife. while searching for the name given was the name of his son Vincent in the list of the dead buried at sea, all that was left of him was a number and what mere possessions were with him. He stayed true to his word and carried on searching the rows of names. This seemed to take forever and Torianna wondered if he was looking at all. He returned and lowered to her level once more. She could see he had tears in his eyes and she though he might cry in front of her. What had made him so upset she only asked to look for her mothers name, what would be upsetting about that? "I...." he cleared his throat. "I searched. but I am sorry to say that she is not on any of the lists. she maybe upon one of the boats yet to come in , or... she is yet to be found. i am very sorry." Now it was her turn to keep the tears back, and she looked to Bastien. "Is there someone meeting you? a relative perhaps." Turning back to look at William she nodded . "i'm waiting for my Uncle he said he would meet us both here when we arrived so he should be along shortly. " she lied, she wasn't even sure if he was there already or not. "thank you for your kindness and help sir, and i hope you find who you are looking for also. god speed sir." she turned quickly and pushed Bastien in the direction away from the crowd. "God speed....Torianna." getting to his feet he watched as the two children moved through the crowd and out of sight. Everything was falling apart at the seams, her whole world concaving in oni tself. Bastien followed on in silence, his hands in his pockets ashe kicked the dust on the ground. What could he possibly say to make things better, he never knew his mother so he couldn't say he knew how she felt. "You can't stay here, if the cops find ya and find out your alone they'll put ya in the orphanage and trust me ya don't want to go there. I have a place not far from here; it's not much but its home, come on." Bastien urged her softly and placed his arm around her slender shoulders. Torianna remained silent with only thefaintest sound of sobbing escaping her lips. She could not get over how busy the streets of New York were. Building just seem to grow and grow, she felt like an ant in the world of giants. Paper boys stood on the corners crying out the headlines pulling her into a deeper depression of what she had lost. "Come on, we're almost there it's just round the next corner." Lined in dark rows were buildings that looked like they would fall down or swallow them if they stepped foot into them. Some had minor crack to the fa�ade others were tilting and larger cracks or holes which you could see right into the derelict structure. There was a small shop which surprisingly remained open against the run down boarded windows of the dead and uninhabitable buildings. "Through here, mind your head." Bastien ducked beneath a few timber beams and led her down some damp and dusty corridors. She clung to him as she heard the scratching and scurrying of what she thought must have been mice. "Don't worry, you leave them alone and they will do like wise, in fact they are like our intruder alarm. Ok just in here." opening the door she peered slightly in to see all different faces staring back at her. Clothes hung on ropes above them and the strong smell of tobacco made her cough. "Well, Boss who have we here?" a small chubby child smiled and got up to greet them. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and quenched it with his fingers before placing it behind his ear. Wiping his greasy and slightly grubby hands on his trousers then held one out. "Welcome,I'm midge." she could feel all the others watching her with their beady eyes and whispering making her more uncomfortable. "Ok....do you speak English? Can ya speak at all?" He spoke slowly and looked to Bastien. She came out from behind Bastien and cleared her throat shoving her hand into his as she gripped the courage to speak. "Hello,Mr. Midge, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." she shook his hand firmly and looked to Bastien for help. "Was that too much?" she whispered to Bastien who winked and laughed as he walked over to take a seat. Midge and the others joined in on the laughter and waved her over to join them. "This is Torianna, she's going to be staying with us a while so I want ya'll to look after her and make her feel welcome. That goes for you too Maggie!" Bastien glared at a girl who slugged down what looked like ale. They must have ranged from seven to fifteen years of age, yet many of them were smoking and drinking alcohol. Well, not that she hadn't had the odd tipple of gin on the rare and special occasions. Maggie turned to face her with a tight jaw. Her hands were cut and the remnants of what looked like a black eye seemed to remain. It seemed she was the scrapper of the group, and she sort of frightened Torianna somewhat. "It's ok she's a pussy cat really." Bastien mocked as he handed the leather wallet over to one of the older boys and whispered something in his ear. With a nod he rushed out the door. So this was to be her new home, no white lace curtains and white washed walls, no pretty oak dressers to show of the best china, and certainly no warm fireplace so snuggle up against at night. She found a quiet little corner and watched through the slightly open boards at the rushing people oblivious to her existence only feet away from them. Placing her dainty hands in her lap she sighed and rested her head against the wall. "Cheer up it aint all that bad ya know" Bastien said as he watched her. "We have no rules here ...well... except don't get caught but other than that we have free run of this place. No adults to tell us what to do, when to go to bed or what we can or can't do." Turning her head to look at him she frowned and shook her head trying to understand his words. "And you like that do you? I mean I would rather have the feel of my mothers kiss on my forehead as she tucked me in at night, the loving arms around me in the morning as she hugged me good morning. Do you not miss your mothers? Any of you?" she asked as she looked around the room at the faces now watching her. "We have each other we don't need parents for that." Maggie called out. Torianna's words had seemed to have struck a cord with Maggie and she seemed bitter about it. "Many of us Tori have no parents so we have no idea what your describing feels like. I don't even remember what my mother looked like , but I know that when my father would rather spend his money on drink than look after me I decided I weren't gonna stick around long. Its either stay here or go to the orphanage where they make you work all day just to have a meal and bed, sorry but I won't be anyone's slave.If you don't want to stay here that's fine but if you think you will do better out there on your own I wish you every luck in the world." Torianna wished she never opened her mouth now. She felt sorry for them not knowing the warmth of a mother loving arms,loving arms she too would never feel again. It wasn't long before the elder boys came back with their arms loaded with bread and cheese and a few more pieces of meat and the odd bar of chocolate. The sight of the food being placed on the table made Torianna's all the more than it had done previously. She pulled her legs under her chin returning her gaze back out to the people passing by.It wasn't that she wasn't hungry, as she was but she was Bastiens guest and this was their home, so she would stay where she was until she was invited to eat. Everyone began to scramble to reach for what they wanted. Bread torn in chunks as they fought over who gets the bigger piece of cheese as if they didn't know when their next meal would come from like a pack of scrapping wolves. They seemed happy beneath the arguing and shoving,laughter filled the room. "Hey guys take it easy, tomorrow might not be so easy pickings we gotta make this last." Bastien shouted as he took his place at the table and began to eat with the rest of them. He noticed that Toriannna stayed in the corner and frowned. "You gonna join us or are you on hunger strike now? There's plenty to go around, well ...there wont be if you don't hurry and take your share" taking a bite out of his bread he continued to watch her before giving her a friendly wink. Her stomach could last no longer, it wanted food and it was right there for the eating, she didn't want to disappoint her host and didn't have to be told twice. Moving quickly toward the table she accidentally bumped into Maggie as she reached her hand over to claim a chunk of bread and a few slices ofham. The smell of the fresh bread was wetting her appetite even more,and she raised the bread to her mouth ready to take a nice bite outof it she found herself pushed to the floor, her meal rolling away as the ham landed in the dust and dirt. She was ready to cry, what had she done to deserve such treatment when she had been invited to eat with them? Maggie loomed over her as Torianna pulled her knees under her chin once more and she looked to Bastien for help. He frowned watching carefully but didn't intervene. "you think you can come in here and expect to eat like the rest of us?,your not even one of us, you never will be one of us , so go back and cower in the corner you came from , tread on my toes again and i'll make sure you wont do it again , I'm head girl here get it?" Torianna could smell the gin on her breath and turned her face away.Bastien was ready to scold Maggie and drag her away when the next words that shot out from Torianna shocked all of them. She stood up and shook the dust from her dress and straightened herself. She was a good few feet shorter than Maggie but she was not going to let her get the better of her. Her mother had always told her 'no matter how hard your trials don't let anyone walk all over you' she took a step forward now confronting her and poked her in the chest with her small fingers. "I pity you, Maggie. The only girl here and still you have no other friends maybe if you stopped being so mean and rude they may actually like you and respect you more! And as for not being one of you, yes I know I'm not one of you I don't expect to be accepted by any of you but if you treat me like this then you are no better than those out there looking on us,the ones who have nothing, and think we are all animals and should be locked away in some institution like the orphanage." looking to the food that was left in a heap on the floor she sighed softly. "Bastien...thank you for the hospitality and for all your help but ... I know when I'm not wanted, but thank you anyway." she turned and left following the path she had come when she arrived. Her eyes adjusted to the light once more and she began to run. Where was she going she didn't know? Her chest heaved and her heart felt heavy. "Tori...Wait!" Bastien got to his feet and tripped over his feet. As he got up she was already gone. Turning to Maggie he pushed her lightly. "Good going Mag's what you do that for!? You know what she's right if we fight among ourselves we're no better than them" he felt embarrassed by them, how could they treat her like that? It made him lose his appetite and he pushed passed them as he went to his room. "ANIMALS THE BLOODY LOT OF YA!" He shouted down the staircase. Slamming the creaky door, plaster dust falling onto those below. The gang found an awkward silence as they too began to pack up their meals and followed to their rooms leaving Maggie alone. "GO AHEAD AND BUGGER OFF THEN, DON'T CHANGE NOTHIN' SHE AINT AND WONT EVER BE ONE OF US!" she gulped down a large portion of gin and wiped her mouth with the back of her sleeve. Bastien looked around his room, it wasn't much. A small bed with a few springs poking out of the sagging mattress, floral paper on the walls now faded and torn in places and a window that didn't open and caked with dust. This wasn't what he wanted in life, but for now it had to make do.

For many of you guys. You have always wanted to know the person Behind the amazing character named Jacob. Well. For the first time in RP history. I give you this! I am Coming out..Name: LeonardoState: AlaskaAge: 5Likes:Meow Mix, Dead things, the plant, balls, myself, pussydislike: the world, you, hairballs, touching, other animals I AM A CAT! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO COME CLEAN!!!!!

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The air was thick with smoke from blaster fire and explosions, the sound of AT-STs and AT-AT walkers could be heard in the distance. As they closed in where the main incursion force was pushing, the ground began to rumble with each step that was heard. Like thunder and a quake mixed together they created fear within the opposing force, the nearly broken band of what this planet's army used to be. Rebels. They had already taken the capital and most of the other major cities, but this one...this Vanka Bre had been a thorn in their invasion. Casualties on the side of the Dominion had been high, but not as high as the planet's losses. Rie stood atop a bombed out building his red and gold HS-01 suit glistening in the sun as he looked across the battlefield. They were on the edge of the city now and ahead of them was one of the thickest defensive perimeters that he had seen. The holo displays inside his helmet scanned the area and located potential targets and points of entry. He had been ordered by the High Council to take this planet, despite Rie's wishes to do the diplomatic proceedings first. Instead Terek...had pushed the council into an all out war. A surprise attack on an unsuspecting world. Letting his head bow just a bit he took a deep breath and let out a sigh. Where was the honor in this? They had no formal relations with these people. To most of them they were just an invading force that came here to take what they wanted and to kill all who resisted. That wasn't far from the truth...'Sire, we are ready to start out bombardment and breach.' The call came over the comm brining him back to what he was doing here and now. "Begin attack..." He said in a sad tone. Behind him the AT-ATs stopped and the sound of their massive chin guns powering up to full could be heard. Then all at once they fired and the artillery behind them fired. The energy all flowed together like a wall of death...Buildings were hit and exploded as they were hit again and again with the long range weapons. The sounds of screams could be heard from the forward positions. They were decimating the forward defense line...backing them into a corner of the city where there was no escape. The Dominion owned the skies, the sea and all other escape vectors. There was nowhere for them to go. "Activate thermal imaging, give me a count of how many casualties we are dealing them." Rie said to the onboard AI system. Instantly his vision changed to a thermal view of the field ahead, he could see the body heat of the troops, and civilians ahead. A counter appears showing the amount of dead that were being detected. An estimated amount of over 2000 showed and began to go up as the assault continued. A massacre. "Hold on the bombardment, forward assault units move in and clean up." He said. The energy bombardment halted as speeders and smaller walkers moved forward with troops mixed in. The white and black armor of the troops shown clearly from Rie's vantage point. 'Sire, we are receiving a communique from Lead Councilman Terek demanding to speak with you.'He sighed again, why would they want to talk now. "Put him through."Before his face on the top right of the display system appeared a miniature view of Terek Luis' face. The anger was evident even on the smaller display. 'Why have you not decimated the remaining rebel forces on that planet!?' "I am not going to wipe out the entire civilization just because you want this planet's resources." Rie said a hint of frustration in his tone. 'We thought you might think that. The council has convened and we have voted that you be replaced in this matter and are now facing a review of your conduct and position.' Terek said with a certain sense of satisfaction. Rie's mind reeled at the realization that he had just been taken out of command of his own army. Perhaps even his entire empire.  He couldn't speak for a moment all words of retort left his mind as he felt his scarred face fight back the million emotions that were now pushing to be let loose. Another hologram appeared of General Vanar.'General Vanar will be taking over this operation. Premier Basoar you are ordered to return to the Titan's Fist and then return to New Coruscant for your formal review.' Terek said as the General nodded. 'Sire I apologize for this, a shuttle is being prepared to take you back as we speak.'Rie shook his head and almost laughed...this was ridiculous. "I can make my own way to my flagship General...please cancel the shuttle. As that communication ended he turned his eyes towards the High Councilman."Since you have the council in this I will do as ordered. Though I must protest interfering with my military operations...as Premier I ha..."He was interrupted by Terek. 'As Premier you answer to this council. The military and diplomatic powers you love to wield so much belong to us...not you. We will be seeing you when you arrive. Terek out.'The communication ended and Rie clenched his armored fists. He felt like hitting something...perhaps even tearing something apart with his bare hands.  With that he activated the HS-01's flying capability. His feet activated repulsor engines that lifted him off the ground. His flight was controlled by smaller repulsors that were built into his hands. Soon enough he was making his way out of the planet's atmosphere and towards the Dominion's Protectorate Fleet which Rie commanded as his personal fleet. His flagship the Titan's Fist was the largest capital ship ever built, with only a few others like it ever built. An Ultra class Super Star Destroyer it outsized all other Star Destroyers which all looked like flies when compared to the massive vessel. His personal hangar opened and he flew in landing in a crouched position as the thrusters deactivated. Awaiting him was Admiral Tiet, his most trusted comrade and friend. The suit opened up around Rie as he stepped out of it and ran a hand through his hair. Sweat covered his face as he took a moment to catch his breath. The HS-01 was the latest in nanotechnology and one man fighting machines. Someday it would be used by all Dominion troops allowing them to act like a one man army. 'I have received orders from New Coruscant...I am to place you under supervised care and escort you to New Coruscant for...a hearing.'"I am aware..."'You are not seriously going to go along with this are you? This is madness! How can the Council basically place you under arrest?' Tiet said, the anger was evident in his voice. "Terek has played his cards right...I will have to face the Council yet again." Rie said an edge of exhaustion becoming apparent on his features. 'Rie...go and rest. I will take care of the fleet's new orders and get us to New Coruscant...you are not alone in this sir...' The respect for Rie was evident. He had sacrificed so much for the Dominion and its people. It hurt to see this treatment. "The actual order stated to place me under arrest didn't it?" Rie asked. Tiet hesitated. He held the orders in his hand at the moment. They did indeed state to place their leader under arrest pending a criminal investigation and trial. Tiet however was going to countermand those orders. 'They did...they state this is due to a criminal accusation. I am...ignoring the main brief of the orders. The day I arrest my long term friend that has saved my life more times than I can count is the day that I resign from the Dominion.' Rie could not help but smile. Placing a hand on his friend's shoulder he nodded in thanks. "Well I will retire to my quarters for the time being...and thank you Von." He said using his friend's actual first name. With that Rie left and retired to his quarters to meditate and prepare for whatever is going to be thrown his way. New Coruscant:Terek could not help but smile and laugh after the hologram of his Premier vanished. The man was a fool. Always going on about the quest for honor and diplomacy. Totally ignoring the original purpose of their mission. Palpatine's vision and Imperial Doctrine. Too long had Basoar led them away from their path. They should not be negotiating they should be taking. The holo of General Vanar appeard as he waited for new orders. 'Sir how do you wish us to deal with these rebels? Should we continue Premier Basoar's plan of a slow move in and hope they surrender?'Terek laughed and shook his head. The former general had better plans. "General you are going to pull all your forces back to the outskirts of the city and then we are going to do an orbital bombardment of the entire area, crushing all resistance in a single stroke."The general's face nearly went white as he listened to Terek's plan. This was not military action...this was genocide. 'Sir I don't think...'"You are not to countermand these orders or you will be removed from your post and courtmartialed...understood?" Terek cut the man off. Without a word the General nodded slowly and then cut the connection. Turning to the data pads on his table he picked one up and began reading about the current movements of the Alpha Union and its borders. The galaxy was divided in three. The Dominion held a sizable 45% of the galaxy, the Alpha Union held about the same and the rest was the domain of anyone that didn't want either. Prime targets for both of the superpowers. The planet they were currently invading was the first step in what Terek would hope be a long campaign that would end with the merging of the Alpha Union and the Dominion. Destroying Basoar's legacy in the process. His hands clasped each other as he envisioned the end of that annoying man and the beginning of his reign. With the power of the Premier he could disband the council and reinstitute the Moff system, turning the Dominion back into the Imperial vision that Palpatine had originally wanted. Bringing the galaxy its first true emperor since the fall of their great lord. Suddenly he felt dizzy as something like the sound of echoing laughter ringed through his mind. Reaching up to his temples he tried to push away the headache...this had been happening a lot recently. Shaking his head he got up and left for the medical bay...they would have something to get rid of this quick. He needed to be at his prime for the arrival of their soon to be disposed leader. He could ill afford to be weakened and fall prey to another of Basoar's tricks. Above New Coruscant, several hours later.The Titan's Fist jumped out of hyperspace with a flash as if it had just sparked into existence. Though as soon as its sensors came to bear on its surroundings the ship came to a very abrupt stop. In its way stood a fleet of large capital ships, almost as if it had been designed for one purpose...subduing the Titan's Fist. "Report." Rie said calmly as he stared out at the fleet that was sitting in a blockade formation. 'We have approximately two hundred ships in our path sir, with more coming in on our flank. Ships are all Super Star Destroyer or larger...its as if someone had taken all our command ships and turned them into their own fleet....we are being targeted.' The sensor officer reported. 'What in the hell are they doing!?' Tiet said with anger very apparent in his voice. 'They know this is your ship, what they are doing is treason!'"Not if I am supposed to be under arrest...this is Terek's doing." Rie said with almost a hint of sadness in his tone. Though his features remained steadfast. A hologram appeared with Admiral Griees. 'Rie Julius Basoar, by order of the High Council you are to surrender your ship to us and prepare to be taken into custody...any resistance is to be met with extreme prejudice.' Looking at the hologram and then at the fleet that now stood around their lone vessel he weighed his options. It would not be the first time he had defied the High Council if he decided to not surrender. However doing so would cost the lives of Dominion people....his people. Sighing deeply the first wrinkles came across his face...a look of defeat. "We surrender. You may send your boarding party to retrieve me...there will be no resistance." Turning to the bridge. "Deactivate all shields and weapons systems...we are going to comply with our brothers."The look on Tiet's face was one of pure shock. As the hologram disappears and several shuttles began to converge on the ship's hangars he clenched his fists. 'You can't be serious in wanting to play his game??'"I have no choice...I am not going to start another civil war." Rie said with a tone that cut any further argument to shreds. Moments later the turbolift leading to the command bridge opened and white armored storm troopers emerged. Thier blasters were aimed at Rie as they approached...treating him as if he was a dangerous fugitive. Tiet moved to step in front of Rie but the leader stopped him with his hand to his shoulder and a shake of his head. "We will not resist..." Rie repeated. The leader of the regiment stepped forward and placed Rie's hands in shock cuffs. They also placed a force crown over his head, blocking him from the force or being able to use the force. 'I am sorry to have to do this sire.''By the authority of the High Council, Rie Julius Basoar you are placed under arrest and will be held until your hearing. Anything you do will be held against you...'Turning to Admiral Tiet. 'You and your crew are to shut down the Titan's Fist's main reactors and only operate on secondary systems, if you do not comply you will be treated as enemies of the state. This is also authorized by the High Council.'Tiet turned a new color of red at that moment. Looking at Rie though he knew he had no choice. 'As commanded.' Activating the comm. 'All hands, shut down the main reactors and switch to secondary systems...this is not a drill.'With that Rie was led off the bridge and taken to a shuttle. As the shuttle lifted off and headed for New Coruscant all Rie could think of was how could he had let the honor of the Dominion fail so badly....All he could do now was wait, and prepare for the coming battle...one he may not win. {To be Continued.}

Rules, Rules, Everyone love Rules- NOT!!  1. No Drama!! Honestly, I hate it. I've spent 4+ years in a different verse and I haven't had a single ounce of drama! So don't try saying I'm elite because of how I might write (I am always aspiring to write better!- It its why we are all here after all isn't it?)  Or that I am too social and or love drama... Drama ruins RP for everyone! So if you are a troll, you will not be in my friends for long...Gone are the days where I would defend Trolls- or let others take advantage of me -and my being a nice guy!2. Act your Age- not your shoe size-  This I stand by! I'm not interested in playing schoolyard games- he said- she said sh*t- if you wanna gossip head over to gossip girl verse or something like that...better yet... join bloody facebook or something like that!3. If under 18, I expect to be told! I am a man, and although i will not snub you if you are underage, I will make sure any role-play or interactions are done responsibly, as should be when dealing with a minor.4. I have a RL, and so do you- I'm not here 24/7 and to be honest- you shouldn't be too (it's not healthy)   So if I'm not around, don't complain, I will get back to you as soon as I log in. Work!- what can I say, it sucks adulting, but we all have to do it!)5 And it's all about RESPECT!!- Respect yourself!- and I will have no problems respecting you also!   Respect me and I will be a loyal friend.6 Spelling, Punctuation??  Just do your best- unless you actively write out the dictionary for fun once a week- grins- I don't think anyone has the right to judge another-7. Sorry -NO one-on-one Role-plays unless with family or in status- I'm a multi-SL/ group writer  ( Reasons being-  Work, RL, and too many have looked for Legolas for LI RP in the past.  It is very easy to become overwhelmed with them and let people down -  hence -multi-writer SL's and groups are easier to keep track of.8. Understand I write ' Straight'  and Cannon, in any SL I might participate in. (Sorry if this offends you, its not intentional)9. No! I will not be your Lover or Husband in Role-play, but I will be your friend.    I'm not here seeking Romance! Understand this please and do not try to bring Drama to my door, when I do not reciprocate LI's wishes. I am here to write. I don't need a LI. I am not lonely in RL and if I choose to take a LI in the future, it will be a mutual decision and NOT BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS TRIED TO BULLY / OR BLACKLIST ME into it!10 Did I say no Drama ???? winks-