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Playing the Hero -- Chapter 2 |
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Written by Aloria
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Tuesday, 24 March 2009 11:15 |
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Chapter 2
(Lost Chances) “Hey Vathion!” Mirith called as they got off the bus, “Quit ignoring me!” she demanded, catching up to him. Stopping, he looked towards her, then glanced behind her as the bus started off again, leaving them alone on the corner of the street. Mirith, his best Gilon friend, and all in a class of her own when it came to females of his species... “What’s wrong with you? After the play, you ran off before I could talk to you, and today your improv’ in class was terrible, you didn’t say a word to me at lunch, and now on the bus, you just sat there staring off into space like there’s somewhere else you’d rather be. C’mon! Lighten up! It’s nearly summer and Mom and Dad are planning another trip to the mountains. You’re invited of course.” Vathion took a breath and summoned a smile for his best friend. She was shorter than he - but then, most people were. Her large brown eyes were currently pinched at the corners as she stood leaning towards him, fists on her hips. The way her backpack hung from the straps over her shoulders made her shirt pull tighter across her breasts. As for the rest of her body, it was a fine shape - she did not overeat and did interesting things with flowers to enhance her natural scent, which the other young men in her grade had noticed. “Sorry, got something on my mind,” he said, deciding to tell part of the truth. It had been a long day at school. But at least it was the last day of classes for the year before summer break... and the last day of classes for him at all. Tomorrow, he would be leaving Larena, flying to Ika Station, then heading to the Serfocile-owned Baelton Station where the Natan Fleet was currently parked, and finally meeting his father. |
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Last Updated on Tuesday, 23 February 2010 12:45 |
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Playing the Hero -- Chapter 1 |
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Written by Aloria
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Sunday, 17 August 2008 15:03 |
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Chapter 1
(Rising Star of Hope) Taking Lisha in hand, Vathion twirled her to face him before swiftly dipping. For a moment, he gazed down at her, her blue hair pooling on the floor, eyes wide with anticipation. She had fought him every step of the way to get this... and he was still pissed about being forced to. However, he had already destroyed one of her other scenes and destroying this one too would bring down the wrath of the entire class that had helped modify the play. Deciding that he had waited long enough, Vathion closed in - for the sloppiest kiss on record before abruptly releasing her. Lisha collapsed to the floor in an undignified heap and sat bolt upright, ready to tear him apart. Quickly, he swept out his baton and grinned at the audience. “Onward mates! For the Empire!” The crowd went wild. Finally, the curtains closed. If he had been given the choice, Vathion would have remained behind stage, or picked a different character, but he had been firmly overruled by the female contingent of his class. His own best friend, Mirith, had started it too, which was the real kicker but she knew how to get him to go along with her schemes. Vathion enjoyed acting, but it was mildly insulting to have to play the part of his own father, Ha’Natan, the charming daredevil Hero of Gilonnia. The problem was that he hated Natan. |
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Last Updated on Tuesday, 23 February 2010 13:17 |
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Battle Fleet Sim: Loss of Kimidas |
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Written by Aloria
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Tuesday, 03 February 2009 23:30 |
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This episode occurs shortly before Playing the Hero. ** Battle Fleet Sim: Loss of Kimidas Taking a breath, Vathion chewed his lower lip as he settled into his seat. Eyes narrowing, he viewed the readouts on the datapad at his right hand. Around him, the room was quiet – relatively anyway. There were small sounds of buttons being pushed and keys typed and screens peeping status reports. It was a busy quiet on his bridge, and Vathion rather liked it. It meant things were boring, and in his opinion, boring was good. Especially in a war, and especially in a war that had been going on for as long as this one had. Vathion's own father had been but a boy when the war had started, and now, it was a question as to whether the Rebel Gelran would be defeated or die of old age first. Honestly, most Gilon were hoping for the latter. It would be a tidy ending to the whole problem and no one would be charged with killing the uncle of Emperor Daharn. |
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