Um, this is my first story, and I need people, but, here goes.



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Nightshade bounded through the trees. She smiled grimly as she watched the huge bird. She pulled out a high powered blaster as the menace swooped low. She pulled the trigger, bracing herself for the explosive shot, and only heard a faint click. She frowned, looking down at her blaster. "Of all the dumb, idiotic, most inconvenient times to run outta bullets!" She muttered harshly under her breath. Her eyes flickered up toward the bird coming closer. It swerved toward her, lethal beak raised, and she had a vague sense of dread, knowing all was lost. The last thing she remembered was the fierce golden eye, bearing no mercy, only murderous anger. Then the darkness enveloped her, accompanied by a single, short flash of pain.



Long black hair draped over an unconcious face. The rabbit was pretty, Rapha Kahn acknowledged. She was black with a black sword strapped to her back and a deep blue blaster clenched tightly in her paw. A belt encircled her thin waist, on which hung many daggers. A ring was on her finger and she had a long jagged gash running from ear to ear. Kahn himself was a maroon color with a black fade on his eartips and paws. His grey eyes matched his light grey tunic. His black cape flapped in the breeze and he was a boxing hare. He was friendly, with a sense of humor, and though he could be very sarcastic at times, and he came out with sharp remarks very often, he made it up with his friendliness and his smile. He watched the rabbit intently, as her eyes flickered, and finally opened. Her brow creased as she stared at Kahn. "Oh, wh-who are y-you?" "Ah'm Rapha Kahn, mah wee lassie. And yerself?" "I'm Nightshade." "What happened to you?" "Did you not see the eagle?" "No, Ah'm 'fraid not." "Huh. Well now, ain't that something." "Weel, mah guid lassie, you're a pretty wee thing. Where you come from?" "Carrotus, sah, at least, I did, until Lliath the Fang came. . ."



A blinding flash of bright light caused the turtles to stagger backward, blinking furiously. Lliath appeared in their midst, his red cape swirling majestically. He scowled at the guards, his voice sounded hoarse, echoing harshly in the silence, filling the hall. "What to report?" His eyes flashed as he adressed a guard. "Nothing, sir." The guard replied warily. He cringed as his masters wrath broke over him, surfacing and bubbling over in an outraged reply. "Nothing! That's all you ever say! Get out of my sight, all of you!" The guards scattered, bolting for the door as fast as they could. They slammed the door in the nick of time, Lliath's sword hitting the door and pinning the cloak of one. They moved further down the corridor, conversing in hushed tones. "Wot do yew suppose that was all about?" "No idea. The captains are all like that too. Think that somethings the matter, though. He seems disturbed." "We're not supposed to think, only to carry out orders, but who knows, you could be right."



They were right. Something was indeed the matter, and at that very moment, Lliath the Fang was busy on his scanners. They picked up a ship, an enemy ship called the Freefall. He frowned as he watched it. He remembered it, like something out of a nightmare, a dream, perhaps, but whatever it was, he remembered it.

Cut to Redwall.

Need me for this cool story?

i wouldnt mind joining either

As wouldn't I.





Might we? Redwall's niftular and so are Irish/Scottish coves.



Cold start

`Ducky

lol

That's my sister. Care to add me, m'dear? Got my prof right here if y'ever need it.



Name: Coppertop, or Copper



Age: Unknown, looks to be about 17



Weapons: A sleek, high-powered navy-and-white blaster and my sword Shale, which has a mirrored unbreakable blade and a three-quarter blood channel. The hilt is black, and in the shape of a flying dragon, the wings forming the crosshilt and the tail twining around the handgrip. In the pommel is a faceted dark green jewel that matches my eyes. If I touch this gem I can become invisible for a couple of hours. Shale can also give light.



Items: A crystal key on a fine silver chain that can open any lock (this is optional) and my modified Darkspray Assassin 216. Usually I drop the 216. The Assassin is black and quite large, with a small bay. It's armed with torpedoes, heat-seekers in limited supply, laser cannons and ion turrets. She's fast and powerful. Her alias is Ghryheli 78.



Quote: Give no mercy



Job: Mercenary



Warcry: Yaylaho



Personality: Suspicious and distrustful. Most likely to give you the cold shoulder. Doesn't make friends easily, but keeps the ones I do have for life. I am loyal and picky about who I work for. For instance, I hate turtles because they massacred my family. I have a musical accent and love a good argument, usually winning. I have a dry sense of humor. If I am insulted I am dangerous, usually killing the insulter. However, I won't kill innocents.



Appearance: Tall, with grey fur and waist-long wavy black hair held back by a copper scarf (ribbon). Deep green eyes. I have my sword on my hip and my blaster low on my left thigh. I wear calf-high scuffed black boots, black pants and a dull green long sleeved shirt with a black tunic. Sometimes I wear a hooded black cloak.



Skills: Fighting, arguing, trying to keep my temper. I am lightning quick with my blaster, and piloting is my passion.



That's all. Can y'please, please make me talk properly. . .

Kewl story ^_^



Continue!



~Talec LP

. Thank you, thank you. *bows*



By the way, I'll need your profiles.



Chapter 1:Two Enemies Meet



The Freefall 357 drifted closer. Steel Tyar flipped a button and his ship soard toward Carrotus, heading fot the Turtle Base. As he neared the Base, he sighed and sat back in his seat. Time to settle with Lliath what they had begun years before. He remembered how he had sworn to serve under Lliath, until the treacherous turtle had betrayed him to the rabbits, telling them that Steel was the cause of all the trouble. Yes, he remembered it well. He scowled as the Freefall Sped toward the Turtle base. Lliath's suffering would be long and loud.



Coppertop slung her sword on her hip, climbing into the Assassin. She flashed a quick glance over her shoulder, watching the guard patrol leveling their blasters and shooting. She grinned as she watched them, muttering to herself, "Hah, dumb turtles! They think they can shoot my ship?" She piloted her ship into the sky, watching the turtles below until they were lost to sight. Her ship rose silently into the night sky until it broke through the atmosphere and into outer space. She headed toward Alfador, watching her scanners with an expert eye. The tall grey rabbit piloted perfectly, without a single mistake. Piloting was her life passion, she had been attached to it ever since her first flight. She was a mercenary, and sold her talents to the highest payer. Her waist long wavy black hair was held back by a copper scarf, her namesake, and she had deep green eyes that seemed to look through to your very soul. Her navy and white blaster she wore low on her left thigh. Her calf-high black boots were scuffed and her pants were black and she wore a dull green long sleeved shirt with a black tunic. Her piloting skills had got her out of many tight places, and she used her skills now to pull up sharply. A ship had materialized in front of her, brushing past the Assassin and barely missing it. She scowled at the ship, unable to see it's pilot. Whoever is piloting that ship sure does'nt know what he's doing, she thought as the ship swung around. She read the name on the side, that was emblazed in gold. The Nebular Web came at her again, and she swerved to one side, cleanly missing it. Whoever it was was turning again, coming back at her. Whoever it was was trying to kill her.



Nightshade glanced at her companion. Rapha Kahn had hardly said a word that day, and he seemed disturbed. She watched him intently, until he noticed her looking at him. "What's wrong, Kahn?" She asked hesitantly. "Ach, nothin t'worry your head 'bout, mah wee lassie." He replied. She scratched the bandage on her head, it itched. Kahn raised an eyebrow at her. "Och, now, lassie, dinnae scratch at that there bandage, or twill come off for sure, so twill." She sighed. "It's falling over my eyes, and flopping all over so much that it's tickling my ears, sah." "Weel now, what'd you rather, it not being there at all?"

"Hmmm. That might be a bit better, sah."

"Och, awa' whit ye, lassie. Ah doant rightly think you would."

"Why not, sah?"

"Jes' think, lassie. Twould be painful, and wouldnae stop bleeding, and ye'd get dust an' gravel in it. Twould be mighty sore, och, eh."

"Well, suppose you're right, sah. Doesn't stop it from itching, though."







That's all for now.

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More?

Cummon, guys, I need some profiles.



The Freefall 357 landed silently next to the Turtle Base. Steel opened the cockpit and jumped out, nodding to the turtle patrol. "Take me to Lliath." He said. The guard studied the black cloaked turtle.

"I aint seen yew b'fore."

"And I have'nt seen you before, or I'de remember your ugly face!"

The guard stepped foreward, prodding Steel with his spear. "I don't remember yew."

"Ah, but Llaith will, never fear. Oho, he will all right!"

"Who are yer?"

"I am Steel Tyar."

"How would His Lordship remember yew?"

"An old friend, but that's none of your business. I wish to see him."

"Yah, 'ow do I know Steel Tyar's not an alias?"

Steel's eyes flashed. "Now!"

The guard's nerve deserted him, and he stepped back at the ferociety and determination in his voice. "Ahm. . . follow me, sir!" As Steel approached Lliath's chamber, the guard smirked. "Heheh. Mightiness is in a foul mood, turtle. G'bye and the worst o' luck to yeh!"



Coppertop glanced at her rear scanners. The Nebular Web was coming back for another attack. She readied her ion cannons and targeted the silver ship. Firing steadily, she watched with grim satisfaction as the smaller ship spun out of control, directly into her tractor beam. The Nebular Web was pulled toward her ship by the sheer force of the beam. Moments later, the offending ship was aboard the Assassin.



Lliath cowered in a chair as Steel entered. It seemed a lifetime ago. . . a world ago. But he was here, here in his former master's chamber, his betrayer's chamber! Lliath watched fearfully as the hooded turtle came in.

"Sooooo. What's the master doing cowering in a corner, eh?"

He said mockingly, the least bit of sarcasm in his voice. His wicked features turned up in a grin. He bared his teeth at his former employer.

"Let me tell you a little story, about a poor little turtle who was betrayed by his master. . ." His voice trailed off as he watched his enemy's face. "Ah! I see you recognize me now," He watched Lliath, as the crocodile cringed in a corner. "Ha, you're acting more like a frighten kitten than the 'conqueror of the universe'! Well, now, time for us to settle this once and for all. . ."



In the circumstances, Lliath did the only thing he could. Watching Steel get closer, sword drawn, he fumbled with something in his pocket. Getting hold of the object, he pointed it at Steel, shouting, "Alfador!" And suddenly, a blue bolt hit Steel in the stomach and he dissapeared. Lliath gave out a shaky sigh and shoved the transporter back into his pocket. It had been a lucky hit-he hadn't even been aiming! He glanced out the window, the Nebular Web was still docked in.

"Guard!" His voice rang out like an iron knell, he was no longer the terrified 'kitten', as Steel had described him. If the bolt hadn't killed him, at least Steel was away. There wasn't much chance of surviving when a Transpolt hit you full force in the stomach. The guard arrived at the door in a hurry.

"Yes, Milord?"

"Where's my dinner? I want food!"

"Um, well, we're on a shortage of vittles, sir."

"Well, I'm hungry!"

"Sorry, sir! Nothing much we can do. The pesky rabbits are holding siege."

"Well, get out there and capture them, dimwit!I WANT MY FOOD!!!"

The blast blew the turtle's hair back (Turtles do have hair, don't they?)and he rushed out of the room, saluting vigorously and yelling behind him, "Yessir! Right away sir! Whatever you say sir!" As he left, he muttered under his breath, "Three bags full sir!"

Then Lliath was left alone with his thoughts, the deafening silence ringing in his ears.



Nightshade trudged up the mountain next to Kahn. She looked very unhappy, complaining about how she was tired.

"Owww, cummon, Kahn, lets rest before my legs wither up and shrivel. Look, I've got a stone in my paw."

"Oh, oh. Poor you."

"Oooooohhhhh, look at that stream. I wish I were a fish, then I wouldn't have to trudge along through this rock and sand all day, I'd get a proper wash whenever I wanted, and I'd have plenty to eat-"

"-Aaahhh, queit yore c'mplaneing, Night-"

"-But sah, breakfast was ages ago, about ten minutes, I think. . ."

"Oh, says th' poor shrivelled rabbit maid t'the ole hare. Ach, mah lassie, queit c'mplaneing!"

"Now you've got the idea, sah! I say, that looks like a nice spot to break for a snack, wot?"

"Och, b'quiet, lass. There're enemies abroad, och eh."

"Oh! Why didn't you say so before, sah?"

Kahn smothered a grin as he replied. "B'cause ah dinnae wanto interrupt th' pore liddle misfortunes that befall you, miss." Nightshade made a face at Kahn's back. She looked over the side of the mountain, and pulled away as everything dilated. "Whooo, I say, Kahn, don't look over the side of that mountain, sah."

"Dinnae plan to, mah pretty. Afeared o' heights, so ah am, and not afeared tae admit it, och aye."

Nightshade turned, surprised. "Oh, is this the great mountain hare Kahn speaking?" "So tis, miss."

They trudged along in silence for a few minuted. Suddenly, Kahn pulled Nightshade behind a large rock. "Shhh, miss. There be turtles near."

"How do you know, sah?"

"Och, keep yer voice down, miss. To answer your question, och, ah can smell turtles miles awa'. They dinnae never take baths, ye ken."

"Oh, certainly, sah! Blighters smell pretty rancid, wot?"









Thats all for now.

By the way, I'll need some profiles soon if I'm to continue. Especially from you, Slayer, cos if you dont give me a profile, I cant write another part, seeing as your in it.

You too, Ducky and Tha Psycho.

Oh YaY, I get to be in....hehe.

Well, you asked for it.





Name: Ducky V. GreyRabbit(yeah, imaginative, huh )

Age: ...um, I don't know. 15-18,I guess.

Gender: Female

Appearance: I'm a short grey rabbit with black tips and lop ears adorned with gold hoop earrings. I have long , very straight reddish black silvery hair in a braid, a scar on my upper left arm, and bands of blue green fur, which on closer inspection prove to be channels of electricity which found my power. [see the weapons..] I have pale pale green eyes and fluffy bangs.

Clothes: I wear a black tunic, grey leggings and dark grey cloak with a silver clasp and hood, and soft leather boots.

Personality: I'm nervous and shy and quiet and afraid of a lot of things, particularly people dying, and blood, and so on, but I have a quick temper and won't hesitate to pull my blaster on someone. And I havea weird sense of humor.



Weapons: I have a long black staff witha green half circle of stone set in a silver creascent at the top, I fight with it and it shoots electricty..hehe. And I have a small purple and gold blaster.



YaY again!

`Ducky

YOu seem to be quite a talented family

Anyway I might think about joining, its really cool though, continue.

Everyone of us except those who aren't Yes, my sister is almost as good as me =D

*bows*



Well, here's some more story, and Phoebe, I hope you decide to join.



Wild Angel looked surprised to find that Coppertop was a rabbit. "Oh-ah. . ." She stuttered as Coppertop faced her sternly.

"You're a rabbit!"

"O'course I am! I am Coppertop the Mercenary."

"I thought you were a turtle, as did Ducky."

"Well, I'm not, and what's a Ducky?"

As if in answer to her question, a short grey rabbit that looked to be 15 or 18 years of age appeared.

Her lop ears were adorned with gold hoop earings. Her ears had black tips that went very nicely with her long straight reddish black hair that had a silver tint to it. It was done up in a braid that seemed to flow down her back. A scar showed on her upper left arm, and bands of blue green fur caught Copper's eye. On closer inspection, howver, they proved to be channels of electricity.

She had pale green eyes and fluffy bangs with a black tunic, grey leggings and a dark grey cloak with a silver clasp. The cloak displayed a hood, and she had soft leather boots. She held a long black staff with an amazing green stone set in it. The stone was a half circle, and it was set in a silver crescent at the top. When Coppertop asked about it, she told her she used it to fight with and it shot electricity. At her side she wore a small blaster which was purple and gold.

She was quiet and shy, nervous and afraid of a few things, particularly people dying and blood. She had a quick temper and wouldn't hesitate to pull her blaster out at someone, and she had a wierd sense of humor.

Wild Angel, on the other hand, was 17 years old, and didn't mind people nicknaming her. The most common ones were Wildie, Wild, and Angel. She had jet black fur that had a silky appearance to it, and aqua blue eyes. Her wavy hare looked like stands of gold, and it, too, was silky and wavy. It stopped at her shoulders, and though she was muscular, she looked very feminine. She was 6'4", tall for her species, and she wore a black leather skirt and a short tank top that was the same color as her eyes, but with metallic looking threads.

She had a gold locket with a blue sapphire in the middle of it, which held great healing powers. She had a war horse, a Palomino named Imoen, and she said she could charm animals. She wore a platinum sword that had a vein of dragon blood running through it. The swords hilt was shaped like a dragon, and the wings formed the crosspiece. The tail wrapped around the rest of the sword. She could heal anything, and, though it was rare, she could raise the dead. She showed Coppertop that she could make cool orbs with her hands, and she was telepathic. She was almost half mage (45%) but the rest mortal and psycic. She rarely showed her mean side, only when she was really mad and frustrated. She was proud of her sword, though did not brag continually about it, and from her appearance, she was a real war girl. She was a run-away, her parents being killed with the rest of her town, and she was the only survivor in the ruin, her and her sister, Pink Daizy, who had black fur and gold hair like Wild Angel, but purple eyes. She did not like talking about her past at all, it just made her upset. Coppertop had forgiven her for attacking her ship, since the Assassin did look like a turtle ship, when you didn't have time to cast more than a glance. Ducky Greyrabbit proved a friendly sort, despite her temper, as did Wild Angel. They agreed to go with her to Alfador, and the ship was once more on it's way.







I dont have time to write more today, but more tomorrow, perhaps.



Tell me if I missed anything, Ducky, and Wildie.

Not a problem if thou did. Cooolies.

`Ducky

PROFILES!!!!





Steel was shocked and confused. One moment, he had been advancing on Lliath, next, he was on Alfador. The barren land stretched on for miles, without a plant or puddle in sight. He watched the sky, with the deep clouds rolling and crashing. No rain had come yet, but it was bound to, soon. . . wasn't it?

He worried as he walked. What if a thunderstorm happened and he was stuck in the middle of it with no shelter? Sighing regretfully, he wandered aimlessly. He threw himself aside as a ship came swooping down, landing perfectly. He hid around one side of the ship and as he looked up, he read the word engraved carefully on the side. Assassin. He knew that name. . .it was the ship of the famous mercenary, Coppertop. What a lucky find! If he could hire her against Lliath, he was bound to win! Then he began to think rationally. Where would he get the money? It was all aboard the Freefall!



Coppertop glanced at Ducky. "Hey, Ducky." She said quietly. "I could swear I saw a turtle."

"Heh. Not good to swear." Coppertop gave her a look.

"Allright, allright! Well, I wouldn't worry about it. No turtles here."

"You sure?"

"Positive. I know so."

Reassured, Coppertop left her alone. She could not help noticing, however, that as she went back to navigating her ship, Ducky muttered, "I think so." Then, a few minutes later, "I hope so."







No time to write more now, but later-and I need those profiles! Um, 'cept from you, Ducky.

Whee! Moorree!

*grumbles loudly at Wildie's sword*

YaaaaaY! Mooooore. Coooontinuuue.

`Ducky

HAHAHA!!!!11 I'm not continuing!



Just kidding.



Anyway,



Coppertop opened the cockpit door to find that her suspicions were not in vain. She watched a turtle, blaster pointed right at her. She raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

"Cummon, mercenary. I dont got no money, but I got a job for you. I'll letcher live if you comply, but if you dont, you will die!"

"Oh yeah, nice rhyme, turtle! I dont work for free." She spat in return. Steel looked bewildered.

"I don't got anything." Copper's sword came out, and with a breathtaking leap, she landed directly infront of him, sword expertly poised a whisker's breadth from his chest.

"Then what business do you have wasting my time on silly threats! Now either you pay or flee, I told you that I dont work for free!"

Ducky appeared behind her. "Who's this?" She asked Coppertop.

Coppertop snorted. "Nothing but a pesky turtle, Ducky."

"Oh. Okay. Who is he?"

Steel looked from one to the other. "Um-um-"

Ducky grinned.

"Hello, Um-um. How do you do?"

Coppertop smothered a laugh as Steel replied helplessly.

"I'm, ah, well. . .um, I-er, um, I'm, well. . . I'm, er, Steel, ah. . . Tyar."

Ducky feigned surprise. "Oh! Rather long name, dont you think. Well, hello, I'm, ah, well. . .um, I-er, um, I'm, well. . . I'm, er, Steel, ah. . . Tyar. How do you do?"

Coppertop grinned. "He won't be fine, after I'm done with him-"

Her words were cut off as Wild Angel stepped foreward.

"Who's that, Copper?" She asked, having not heard any of the conversation.

"This is Steel Tyar, a dimwitted turtle devoted to taking up other rabbit's time on idle threats, prefferably mine."

Steel spluttered indignantly. "I-oh-jeez, you-I'm not-you-rabbit!"

"Heheh. Quit spluttering, you stutterer." Ducky looked at Coppertop in surprise.

"I didn't know you could make such comments! Good f'you! Anyway, you never did tell me why he's here."

"He wanted me to do a job for free."

"Oh. Well, I'm sure he'd let you have his cloak as payment."

"Wha. . ." Steel Tyar brightened. He slid out of his cloak and handed it to Coppertop, not seeing the crafty gleam in Ducky's eye.

He thought that his plan was working perfectly. First, he would let Coppertop kill Lliath, then he would kill Coppertop. He would get two dangerous enemies in one blow, and he would rise to power!



Once Coppertop went back to the ship, she turned angrily on Ducky.

"What did you mean by taking his cloak as payment?!" Ducky grinned mischeviously. "You saw his cloak had a red and gold and silver trim, right?"

"Yeah. . .so?"

"You haven't heard about the Cloak Of Red Gold Silver?" Ducky looked aghast as Coppertop replied. "No. . . but what does it matter?"

"It carries the Crystal Key."

"Crystal Key? What Crystal Key?"

"The Crystal Key can open any lock."

"Oh. Why should that help me?"

"Let Wildie tell you."

Wild Angel stepped foreward, relating the story.

"The cloak itself has powers."

"Like what?"

"Like, it can make the wearer be able to fly."

"I dont have a use to fly-"

"-And the wearer can be invisible-"

"-I can already be invisible for a short time-"

"-And the wearer can be able to climb, like, up straight cliffs, over overhangs, and whatnot."

"Oh. Well, I'd rather money."

Then Ducky came up with an idea.

"Why don't you take it to the Slate Sale?"

Everyone agreed to it very happily. The Slate Sale was a place on the planet Lahi, and it was where everyone went to trade items, or sell items. She could trade or sell the Cloak for what she wanted, it was a brilliant idea. . .









Wheee. . .



_________________

In the dead of night, in black

Hear a twig crack

Stealth is my game, never going back

To kill under cover of night. . .



"I see, I see," Said the blind man to his deaf wife in a dark alley.

Heehee. The mystery deepens. Was that said alrady? I got it SOMEwhere..

Continue!

`Ducky

Ya said it on mine, I do believe, Duckster.



Oops, I forgot, Shade. Cash and carry only. Oh well, good anyway.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!1





Chapter 2: Two Questors Go Forth



Nightshade explained quietly to Kahn from behind a boulder.

"Y'see, sah, I was hired to get rid of Deatheye the Talon, a huge bird. My fee was two hundred gold pieces."

Rapha Kahn stared. "Two hundred gold pieces! Och, they must 'ave been really desperate- that's like, like a mini fortune, ye ken!"

"Yes, and I guess it was stupid to take the offer. Killing the Talon of the Forest, the very idea! But I've got the two hundred gold chunks, and now I've got to go back and slay Deatheye."

"Ach, how big are those gold pieces?"

"Um, I think they're square, an inch by an inch."

"Ho-ly!" Kahn whistled quietly. "But why you, lass? Why didn't they choose, say. . . Coppertop the Mercenary or someone?"

Nightshade smiled bitterly. "Haven't you heard? Ever since I discouraged the turtle bunch single handed- I think they called themselves the 'Dark Threat' or something- they think I'm the best. But, I'm avowed to go back- shhhhh!"

She broke off in midsentance, putting a finger to her lips. Moments later, a turtle patrol passed by. They could hear snatches of conversation echoing between the guards.

"Yah, go boil yore head. Go tell th'Fang that! How d'yew think he'll react, knowing that a guard has turned rebellious? Yew dont wanna patrol, go tell him that- aye, and spend the rest of yore days in the dungeons, with rats. . . and bugs. . ."

"Aye, and with half bread and water, or less-"

"-But- but-"

"Owww, shut yore scringin' gob! 'Oo asked yew, ennyway, Sliteye!"

"I'm with Humpback, we should escape while we can!"

"Yeah? Well I'm with Spotty! I say we stay on the winners side!"

Many voices rang out in support for the last speaker, and a dispute rose between them. Then the voices died away, and all was silence once more.



Sunrise was setting on the horizon, and streaks of red and gold flashed through the air, leaving their brilliance on the highest mountains. The clouds were on fire with color, as was the sky, and as the sun rose it looked down on Lahi, and everything seemed to brighten. Shadows died away from even the darkest forests, and small birds sang their morning song. The same sun was shining over the Lahi Sale, as three foreign creatures strode boldly foreward. One wore a cloak, and it was plainly a female, forbidding looking and deadly from the leather boots to the sword on her hip. Her eyes were alight with the joy of morning as she approached the Sale. Behind her was a dark ship, and the name was plainly engraved. Many beasts laid eyes on the Assassin that day, and the three beasts approaching. The other two were female, as well, and they walked alongside the cloaked one. They approached one beast and then another, their range knew no bounds. A silent fourth stalked them quietly and finally materialized infront of the cloaked female and raised a foreboding looking dagger. . .

Coppertop awoke, shivering and panting. She was aboard the Assassin, not at Lahi. . . not yet.

It had seemed so real, so alive. . . the sun rising, the three figures, the silent stalker. . .

She pulled herself together. She had a ship to pilot and business to tend to, not to mention two newfound allies. Ducky and Wildie had proved to be useful, they knew the way to Lahi, they knew how much she could sell the cloak for, what it was worth, and it's powers. She had taken the Crystal Key, she might need it. But she definitely did not need the cloak. She had washed it, for it had been soiled and dirty, and it's color was a silver shine. In the sun it sparkled, but there was no sun in Outer Space. No sun at all.









Tha's all for now.

Name- Kaz Algo



Species- A red bird, as big as an ordinary rabbit. I can carry a couple of rabbits, or one swartuguard, I just don't feel like it =P.



Weapons- I have a normal blaster.. it really isn't that special, it has an infared generator (for remote =D), it has two more rapid fire than default blasters. However the ammo it fires is very weak, fast, but weak. Not to mention it runs on battery, if that runs out, I'll usually just throw it and hope it explodes.



Specials: Sam is my all around maid. She's actually an AI program in a system far off. I keep a constant link with her in my mind to find out what's happening and information, and sometimes I'll get really agrivated for no apparent reason. She's a genious in sense.



I have a sort of psi to create energy shields... it's one of my best techniques considering shields can harm people if done in a certain way (pop up right before them). They're good, but only meant for blocking energy shots, if somebody were to fire a cannon ball, it would break the thing and I'd most likely lose that battle. But if somebody were to fire at me or slash with a sword, I could block it. However sometimes I rely on them too much and they fade out/break and then I'll be caught unsuspected.



They're big enough to shield a person crouching down. THEY WILL BREAK!



Personal Quote: Why block when you can dodge?



Personality: I'm logical. I'm smart (in some ways), and I always think of the greatest thing 3 minutes after it's needed. I'm great with computers. I'm overanalytic, sometimes I'll say something I'm not supposed to and explore a phenomenom against captian order. Sometimes I'll try and take matters into my own hands only if I know what I'm doing is right.



Personal quote: Indeed



Battle tatics: I'm fast, I evade a lot, with shields I'm defended, but I can't attack worth beans.

I raise a shield if the enemy chooses to charge at me. (Yosho inspired if you watch Tenchi Muyo). I usually only do use shields on a final battle or tough battle, other than that I'll just wait for them to hit and try to dodge.

I keep moving, quickly usually and keeping track of the enemy. When the enemy is tired or recovering from his fire then I attack.

I can fly, quickly, from there I like to use bouncers.

Wheeeee. . .

Another joiner!



Ennyhow,

Lliath left his room in a high bad temper. He hadn't had any food yet, and he was hungry.

Going down to the kitchens, he found it deserted. Half a mushroom flan and two scones were left.

He devoured the flan, and was starting on a scone when a large red bird entered. He was as big as an ordinary rabbit and looked strong enough to carry a schwartzenguard or two rabbits. He waved a red wing dismissively at Lliath.

"Oh, hi. You're Lliath the Fang, right? I'm Kaz Algo."

Lliath stared uncomprehendingly at the bird.

"Wha. . .how. . .who. . ."

"Bad stutter y'got, eh."

Lliath looked the newcomer over. He had a normal blaster at his side, that ran on a battery, but apart from that, he looked like, well, like just a large red bird.

"How'd you git in 'ere? Why didn't the guards stop you?"

"Guards? There were supposed to be guards?"

Lliath threw up his hands, and sighed, complaining loudly.

"Oooooh. . .when I get my hands on them-"

"Sorry to interrupt you, but. . .I didn't quite realize you had hands."

Lliath stopped and glared at Kaz.

"Whatever! Anyway, where'd they all go?"

"Um, might they be the ones I saw defeated by the rabbits?"

"Ohhh! That's where they went! Grrrr, I need my own private guard!"

"Then why don't you get one?"

"Good idea. Why didn't I think of that?"

He abentmindedly pushed the scone on the plate over to the bird.

"Hmmm, here, have one."

"Thanks,"

Kaz was surprised at how easily Lliath had taken to him. He thought about how easy it had been to get in there. The rabbits had known that Lliath would have sent out turtles sooner or later, seeing as they were laying siege to his palace. Once the turtles came out to fight, it gave Kaz the perfect opportunity to fly and spy.

The red bird left, munching the scone and lost in thought.

It wasn't till that evening that the enormity of it all hit Lliath.

lol, dimwitted or what?



Nightmares, eh. That's a new one!

Lookin' forward to the next part, Shade!

Good, I'll keep you waiting.



Bwahahahaaa!!!!!1







So there!

Just kidding.



Musta had too much stress that day.



Okay, so i wasn't kidding.

Ahem.



Now that I have your attention, i will continue.









Lliath was furious with himself.

How could he have let a rabbit spy into his base, of his own good (or mabye bad) will!

If that was a rabbit spy. . .

Anyway, he went into a very troubled sleep, reliving the events of that day as he drifted off. He had no dreams that night, which was a miracle, but woke up sore and sleepy.

He buried his face in his pillow, and stuck his fingers in his ears.

When that didn't work, he finally got up.

The breakfast guard came in, without his breakfast. Already being in a bad mood, Lliath exploded at him.

"Where's my breakfast?!?!?!?!"

The guard's eyes flickered nervously.

"Um, SIR! Your breakfast is missing, SIR!"

"Well, what happened?"

"You were to have two scones and a mushroom flan, SIR! The cook came down this morning and it was gone, SIR! These were found by the spot he left it, SIR! Mabye it's a clue, SIR!"

And he pulled out two large, red feathers.



Btw, Kaz, are you a good speller?

I beleeve I amn. I jus speal bad on pupuse sumteems.



Smashing story.

Lol, Kaz



Now Shade isn't dancing. . . she's laughing her head off. She must be tired.

RuxOr again. Continue Shade, though you're watching me type this

I am?



Funny, I didn't notice.



Okay, so here's my next part.



Kaz sighed. The rabbit patrol obviously had not returned yet.

He would leave a note, and be on his way. He held the pencil awkwardly in his wing as he scrawled an untidy message on a piece of dirtied yellow paper.

It read: Mishun ackomplisht. Contakt mea at the hedcwarters for mor infermayshun.

Then he walked off, heading for the headquarters alone.



Triphe scowled, pointing at Yazz. "Twere him, not me." He spoke to an older, greying rabbit, who had many scars of past battles upon him. Yazz piped up, "'E's lyin' pa, he th'ew the lawnmower through the downstairs window!" The older one shook his head at Triphe. "Triphe, Yazz has lied to me not once. You, on the other hand, have more times than I could count if I had four hands. Your punishment shall be that you will go 'round the neiborhood looking for jobs to raise enough money to buy a new lawnmower." He saw the picture of relief on his son's face and added, "And enough for a new window." The expression changed to one of stunned shock, and then to anger. He stalked out without even asking his leave. He, a prince, would not stay for a half year working off his debt!



It was dead of night. A shadow within the shadows moved. A small light flickered on, revealing a blue rabbit with brown paws and ears. His face was one of defiance as he silently padded toward the storeroom. He grabbed a sack from the corner and silently filled it with provisions for his journey. He then headed toward the armoury, and chose a sharp sword and a bow and a quiver of arrows. Then he slipped out the door and headed north. Thus did Triphe Naphor leave home.



Thats all for now, folks!

I'm the first to reply... It shows I have no life.



2843,2844,2845...



Good story



2846...

Heheh.



Wotever.



Triphe took off through the trees. He straighted his bow and quiver and walked purposefully toward a clearing in the forest. Once there, he made sure no one was watching and unstrung his bow. He picked a tree not too far away and took aim. He had had sword lessons back at the castle, but his life passion as a warrior was a bow and arrow. He had perfect aim, as he soon found out. His arrow went through the center of the tree, and kept going, such force it was shot with. Satisfied, he retrieved the arrow and slung his bow over his shoulder. He set off once more, with a grim smile on his features and the knowledge that his training as a warrior had begun.



Yazz woke that morning with the feeling that something terribly wrong had happened. He glanced over at Triphe's bed and instantly knew. His brother had left. Yazz sat straight up in bed, an alarm going off in his mind. He got up and dressed himself. He ran downstairs, searching the familiar faces seated around the breakfast table for his father. His father was seated at the head of the table, his head bowed as he said grace."



"May the days be kind, no trouble be sent,

To my city and it's occupants,

May we live out our life in long lived peace,

Let no evil our lives rent.



The food we eat, the peace we seek,

That evil may suffer, I pray,

Let the troubled night give way to light,

In this newfound day."



The spell was broken as Yazz entered. His father immediately sensed something wrong, and his face grew solemn.

"What is it, my son?"

Yazz walked over and placed his hand on his father's shoulder.

"Triphe has left home."

A stunned silence fell over the table, and a single tear trickled down Yazz's face.

"Father, I must go after him!"

Yazz turned at the sound of his sister's voice. Her face carried determination and her father nodded once.

"I understand, my daughter. Go, and may the spirit of good follow you and deter any evil that may find you."

Yazz stared in open surprise."Tazz, you? You want to go?"

Tazz looked at him through her slightly narrowed eyes. "Yes, brother. Me. I will fetch our brother back. You can not go, he hates you, hates the very thought of you! I, on the other hand, he does not hate so much. No matter what trouble I face, I must go. I will go - and nothing you can say will stop me!"



"Five minutes till we reach Lahi." Coppertop reported to Ducky and Wildie.

They both sighed with relief. "Whoo! Bleck, I hate ships in hyperspace!"

"We're almost there, though, thank goodness."

"Right. Now, then, what do we do until we're there?"

"Complain, of course."

Ducky caught Copper's glare and quickly added,

"Just kidding."

The planet loomed nearer, and Copper finally said into her radar,

"Planet Lahi, this is the Assassin 216, requesting permission to land, over.

"Permission granted, 216. Land in docking bay 15, over.

"My thanks, over and out."

Then, they were docked and headed for the Lahi Sale, Coppertop wearing an old black cloak with the silver one thrown over her arm.



Sunrise was setting on the horizon, and streaks of red and gold flashed through the air, leaving their brilliance on the highest mountains. The clouds were on fire with color, as was the sky, and as the sun rose it looked down on Lahi, and everything seemed to brighten. Shadows died away from even the darkest forests, and small birds sang their morning song. The same sun was shining over the Lahi Sale, as three foreign creatures strode boldly foreward. One wore a cloak, and it was plainly a female, forbidding looking and deadly from the leather boots to the sword on her hip. Her eyes were alight with the joy of morning as she approached the Sale. Behind her was a dark ship, and the name was plainly engraved. Many beasts laid eyes on the Assassin that day, and the three beasts approaching. The other two were female, as well, and they walked alongside the cloaked one. They approached one beast and then another, their range knew no bounds. A silent fourth stalked them quietly and finally materialized infront of the cloaked female and raised a foreboding looking dagger. She dropped and rolled to her feet, but by the time she had freed her sword of the scabbard, the mysterious figure had vanished.

She walked on as if nothing had happened, but her heart was beating furiously. Her dream had come true. What did it mean? Questions rippled through her mind, until she remembered her mission. She approached an empty booth and seated herself, her two friends beside her. Folding the silver cloak and laying it on the table, she waited until a customer approached. They held a quiet conversation, until they both nodded, the customer shoved something into Copper's hand, and he and the cloak were gone.

Yipes! Nightmares coming true- what next?



RuxOr and all that stuffness.

Wot she said...

CT wont be on for a week!

Oh, the story. Right.

A new chappie:

Chapter3:Two rabbits fight



Tazz slung her long dagger on her hip. She put on a light grey tunic and headed for the door. With her was a small sack of provisions and a spear. Lightly running, she headed for the woods. He had been there, there were footprints-and a-a hole in a tree? She looked twice. It was there, plain as day, an arrow hole, small, but nonetheless a hole. She tracked him until dusk set in and the forest went aglow with red streaks of unquenchable fire. Then darkness fell and all was peace. She set down her spear and sack and formed a small nest of leaves and dry twigs. Then she settled herself down, and the last thought that entered her head before sleep overtook her was that she would resume her quest on the morrow. A small smile crossed her finely shaped features and she relaxed. Weariness was forgotten in silence and the world was hushed as the moon looked down, softly glowing, on the small figure below.



Morning sprung on the forest as Triphe woke. It was sunrise and the fingers of red turned multicolor as crisp frost was melted and heatwaves rose and sunk. He packed the unpacked things and set off, knowing that his father had sent someone after him. It was probably that hated Yazz, for Tazz was a girl. His father would never let an attractive female rabbit, a young one, out on her own on a quest that could take a lifetime. No, it was probably Yazz. He would have to hurry. He stalked off. Yazz couldn't track worth a darn. Good thing his father was too protective of Tazz to let her out on her own. She was the best tracker on all of Medivo! He half smiled as he walked, lost in thought of his sister. She was the only one in the family he cared for. He could share thoughts with her that she would understand, whereas anyone else would scoff at them. He scowled scornfully at the thought of Yazz. That rabbit didn't bear thinking about, so he didn't. He turned his attention to the road ahead, noting every sound and signal in the air. He watched a bird, sitting on her nest, and saw two tiny heads peep out from under their mom. A rabbit crossed his path, a strange rabbit. Unfamiliar. It sauntered up, and he saw it was a female.









Gotta think on who it'll be, so can't write more now.

*sigh*

No replies. . .

Oh well.

Sigh.





The Assassin shook as Copper awoke. Her eyes widened as she read and re-read the co-ordinates. Bolting for the cockpit, she called frantically.

"Wildie! Ducky, someone git in here!"

She pressed a button, feeling the ship leave hyperspace and hearing Ducky come in. She yawned.

"Yeah, CT? Wossa matter? You pulled me outta a good dream. . ."

She yawned again as Copper replied,

"Throw a cupful of cold water on yore face. That oughta solve it. Anyway, the ship's co-ordinates for hyperspace went screwy. We are in unexplored and very. . .I mean very hostile territory. In fact, we're being shot at."

Ducky came fully awake. She stumbled and almost fell over as the ship shuddered in the ferociety of another attack.

"Cummon, Ducky. Lets show these. . .um, aliens, what we can do."

She wheeled her ship and snapped off a shot, scoring an immediate hit. She grinned at her companion and said,

"Well, seems to me that all y'have to do is show these buzzards a bit of resistance and they back off."

She gestured at the retreating ships, not knowing how truly she had spoken. She headed after the fleeing ships until they reached a planet.

"This is Assassin 215, requesting permission to land."

She said, following her usual landing route.

"Rakkachah!Pahmishain grintade, Asrachin tofivvtin. Kahatchaka!"

She landed, and uncertainly got out. The inhabitance seemed to be some sort of bird, looking much like a buzzard or a raven. They seemed to be exeedingly tall, towering above the rabbits and their ship.

An even larger one stalked foreward, it's lethal talons and beak at the ready. It inspected the newcomers intently, made a gesture with it's wing, and seventeen guards appeared, heavily armoured and armed. The leader said carelessly, but in perfect Rabbit speech,

"Ha, rabbit. You would seem to have landed on a planet that could do without you. You are no longer guests here, you shot one of our own precious ships. We will take yours, it is exeedingly. . .ah, shall we say, strange. Capture is inevitable, you are now our prisoners. Guards, take them away."