<span style="font-style: italic">La'Felisa, City of Fermell - In the Sky</span><br/><br/>"Shit! Shit! Shit"<br/><br/>Her boots pounded on the ground as she ran through the corridors of the ship, alarms were ringing in her ears and red lights flashed constantly. This had not gone the way she planned. Hopping up the rafters, she dodged the bolt of lightning that sizzled beside her foot. Lilac eyes glanced down to see a Caster spouting elemental spells at her. She wobbled to the side trying to keep her footing on the thin metal she was running on. There was a shower of sparks ahead of her as she dodged another spell, the heat of the attack grazing her bare shoulder. She leapt through the metal bars, really tripping as her foot hit the bar as she turned a corner. Slipping down she caught herself, her arms straining to hold onto the rafters. Looking down, she kicked the Caster in his face as he tried to pull her down. She let out a grunt trying to pull herself back up to a place with more coverage. If she could just get to one of the ducts, she would be able to get off of the ship faster. Clenching her teeth she pulled herself back up, scrambling to get back to the pace she had started off with. By this time, more people were coming after her and she rolled her eyes. She hopped through a mess of bars, lithe fingers unhooking the guns from her thighs holsters. She made sure they were cocked and loaded before she decided to fight back. Where was Torvic when she needed him? Using an uneven bar as leverage she kicked off of it, jumping to a higher beam. Turning around, she aimed her guns at her pursuers shooting carefully so the bullets wouldn't ricochet back to her.<br/><br/>When they hid around corners, she took that opportunity to head to the ducts. A strong icy chill ran past her body as her eyes set on the duct. She growled lowly as ice became to creep over the duct. Aiming her guns once more, she unloaded a few rounds into the sheet of ice. It was satisfying to watch it crack before her eyes; it was obvious that the Caster didn't think she was capable enough. Strapping the guns back into their holster, she jumped feet first into the sheet of ice. The sheet shattered around her and she could feel it dig into her skin. Ignoring the pain her body flew down the duct quickly, her eyes looking above her. She slid to a stop, holding the hold on the side of the metal walls, there was a fork in the duct. She took a few moments to see which one had cool air coming through them. That was the route to her escape however she had little time to figure out which way to go as heat was filling the duct. Glancing up she saw flames lick the duct, coming down upon her and fast. Taking the left duct, she slid down the slanted shaft praying to the Saviour that she had picked the right way. She wouldn't allow for this place to be her graveyard. The duct began to shake and she knew that she was in a bad position, rolling into the side of duct, she grunted as her body moved around a corner. With a bumpy landing, she fell on to the floor of the cargo bay, she scrambled to her feet, taking hold of one of the many Riders on the wall. "Don't mind if a borrow this," she muttered, before yanking down on one of the bronze levers to open the hinged door to get the hell off this damned ship.<br/><br/>"Come on," she groaned as she watched the gears turn slowly. Rubbing her face, she was more than unimpressed with this Skyship. If it had been her own, she would have been off already. She could hear footsteps beating down the corridors and she glanced at the crack that exposed the sky's light in the cargo bay. She didn't have time to wait. Carrying the Rider under her arm she ran towards the opening as the Forager on the ship overrode the system making it stop. She ran as fast as her long legs could carry her and she slid through the opening, ejecting herself into the air. She grinned as the wind rushed past her; she loved the thrill that it gave her. Glancing down below her, she could see the city of Fermell with its high structures and vivid colors. It seemed that she had caused quite the scene. Grabbing the Rider and placing it on her feet, she flipped herself to a standing position. Yellow and green lights flashed on the ebony colored Rider and she was soon Riding through the air. She looked over at the bag on her back with a smile as she watched the Skyship she had been on slowly begin to fall. She had to say, today was rather successful. She moved gracefully in the air, as it was her territory, heading towards the Cliffs. She had to stay out of La'Fleisa for a while and she knew just the place to go. Arriving over the pale pink, purple, and orange mist that was looming under the Cliffs, she jumped off the Rider and fell into the mist. She closed her eyes, allowing her body to relax, her body tingling. She let out a sigh as she felt her body slowly begin to break down with the atmosphere. It took only a few minutes to dissipate, though the adrenaline of Diving gave her a thrill like nothing else in Ruin.<br/><br/>She reformed in Glissade, city of Ul'Mil, landing on the branch of an overgrown tree. She smiled as she happily hopped down the branches, swinging like a monkey almost. This World was like a second home to her, she traveled her often, only because her one and only friend lived here. Walking through the thick foliage, she moved towards the small shack he had built for her to hide out in. She had no doubt that he was there already. The shack was small, but it was built into a cave, making it the perfect hiding spot. It was covered with vines and moss alike, rocks had been strategically placed to make her place go unnoticeable. After all, no one knew Glissade like an Archer or BeastTamer. Her long fingers searched the side of the cave, before they hooked under a vine between the rocks and she tugged on it. A door popped open and she stepped through closing it behind her.<br/><br/>"I was beginning to wonder if you were alive or captured," said a lazy, baritone voice.<br/><br/>Snorting she rolled her eyes and tossed the bag from her shoulders at him. "Oh really? Then why didn't you come to help out?"<br/><br/>"You're a big girl now, Lydia. You don't need me to save you," the male said with a feral grin as he dug into the bag.<br/><br/>Lydia's fingers stroked the soft fur of Hajji and she was rewarded with a purr. She smiled gently at the feline before looking back at her friend. "Honestly Tor, you need to stop asking for risky things. I could seriously get killed," she teased.<br/><br/>Torvic rolled his electric blue eyes while unrolling the blades that were hidden in the bag. "You won't get yourself killed because you're skilled at what you do," he murmured. He held the blade in light, enjoying the way it looked. "Thanks Dia, this is perfect! Isn't that right Hajji?" The feline growled in approval and he let out a loud laugh.<br/><br/>Lydia shook her head and plopped down on the couch in the Gathering Room. She stretched out her body feeling sore and she hissed as she agitated the cuts on her arms and legs. Torvic placed the blade in his lap and looked at her for a while. "You need a Healer?" She raised a slender brow before looking over at him. "You're kidding right? These little cuts aren't worth the money, I just need to rest. You know how it is."<br/><br/>Torvic shrugged slightly, knowing that Lydia hated going out in public. She had quite the reputation, the kind that would get her killed if the wrong people saw her. She had left her days of Skypirating after he had joined in on an infiltration and got seriously injured. However, that didn't mean she stopped being the pirate that she was. He still couldn't believe that she was searching for her own crew, though her ship was rather impressive. He just wished she wasn't in such a dangerous situation but it was the life that she chose. "Oh hey, I met up with someone who was interested in joining the crew."<br/><br/>This seemed to revive the tired the female as she sat up and looked over at him with question. "While I was out?" He nodded before going back to look at his blades. "Yeah, I don't think you'll like them, they gave me a weird vibe." She rolled her eyes and lay back down, pinching the bridge of her nose. "When do I meet them?"<br/><br/>"Tonight in Ris," he commented.<br/><br/>"Wonderful."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ko'Gisha, city of Ris - Cafe'</span><br/><br/>Paella had been sitting there watching the news through the magenta Visor she had. It seemed as if Ruin was falling into destruction faster than she had imagined. Frowning as the Force showed the scene that happen in Fermell, she wished that there was something that she could do. Another Gala Skyship had been attacked by the Burin people. She tapped her fingers on the table top, watching in horror as the ship fell past the Cliffs to avoid destruction to the city. Her heart ached painfully hoping that everyone managed to get off the ship safely. In the headlines, the Force spoke of how it was another attack that was leading to the Great War. The news was a depressing thing to watch, finding that it was too much to handle at the moment. She clicked the earpiece, making the Visor screen slid away from her face. Brushing the bangs away from her face, she stood up, paying for the coffee that she had been sipping on.<br/><br/>Walking into the bathroom, she looked around to make sure no one else was there. Pulling out a vile of gold from the pouch on her hip, she did a quick touch up on the gold Marhks round her eyes. When she was done, she hid in a stall, letting the paint dry. She let out a breath, knowing that if she was caught, everything that she had been planning for would end. If the Force found out about her existence then the Saviour's message would never be heard. Clenching her jaw, she knew that if she got too emotional over this, she'd have to redo the paint. She needed people who she could trust to help her get the people of Ruin to believe again. That was why she had decided to join a band of Skypirates. They usually were optimistic and trustworthy people, however she knew that not all Skypirates could be trusted. She frowned, wondering if she was making the right decision, but who else would believe her? At least a pirate would laugh in her face and tell her to leave. If Paella could get a pirate to trust her then it wouldn't be hard to get other people to trust her.<br/><br/>Nodding her head, she exited the bathroom and left the cafe. She would hideout in Ris until the time for the meeting. That way she could think of things to say. The BeastTamer she had spoken with seemed a bit wary of her; she knew that it would be harder to convince him. Or maybe she should wait to see if she could trust them before telling her secret. That would have to be the plan for now, as much as she hated deceiving people, though she had to be sure. It was a matter of saving Ruin and preventing the Great War. It was her duty.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'The Worlds they weep in agony. They seek salvation. Save them. Save them.'</span><br/><br/>She stared out at the busy city of Ris, the Grand Bazaar bringing people here of all kinds of people that were different shapes and sizes. She knew that Ko'Gisha was the best place to blend in with the crowd; the Grand Bazaars brought all the Worlds together. However, with the growing tension between the Gala and the Burin, many vendors only sold to one race. She wished to bring them all together once more, to restore Ruin to the way it used to be. She wanted to give the words of the Saviour to the people and restore their faith, but everyone had become cynical and cruel. She needed help. With a sigh she walked into the crowd, allowing herself to look through all the vendors, waiting for the meeting tonight.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">La'Felisa, city of Heelum - The Force Headquarters</span><br/><br/>To say that he was angry was an understatement, he was more that livid even. Words could not describe the intense emotions that boiled his blood. However his emotionless mask betrayed the anger within him, his grey eyes staring out the window before him. His arms were clasped behind his back, his breathing evenly. To any onlooker, he would seem to be in deep thought but in reality he was trying to quell the rage within him. Those damn Burin bastards! Once again, they have tainted the World with their filthy ways of stealing. An attack on a Gala ship could not be tolerated and while the Force was investigating the attack, the Prime Minister sat and did nothing to ease the people. With the exception of the words of 'The Force is handling it' or 'You are all safe from those foul creatures.' What did that do? Absolutely nothing! He clenched his jaw before closing his eyes. Letting out a steady breath, he pivoted on his heel, walking down towards the elevator. Raising a hand, a blue light scanned over his hand while a red one scanned over his body, he opened his eyes wide as a yellow light scanned his eyes and Marhks. With a small ping, the transparent elevator opened and he stepped within the box.<br/><br/>Running his fingers over a few buttons, the elevator dropped down, flying past the many floors of the Force Headquarters. After several minutes, the elevator came to a halt at the lowest floor of the building. Stepping out he walked casually down the long corridors, the faint like of monitors illuminating the room down the hall from him. Upon entering the room, he scanned the people gathered there, his cold eyes staring at them. He was not in a pleased mood; he could only hope that<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>at least had some sort of good news for him. "Any word on the hunt," he called out in his low voice. A woman who had been looking at one of the monitors turned to look at him, her arms crossed over her chest. "No news so far, it's been a difficult hunt. Even the men out in the field aren't finding any leads, Master Rion."<br/><br/>Rion closed his eyes at Lun's explanation, his hands curled into tight fists. "How hard...is it to find one woman," he growled out. Lun rolled her eyes and cocked her hip. "It's obvious that she has disguised herself since the first time we saw her. Do you know how many people there are in Ruin?" Rion did not like the tone that she was using and he resisted the urge to strangle the bitch. Smoothing out the look of annoyance on his face, he looked at all others in the room. "If anyone picks up the slightest hint on the Messenger, I shall be in my office. Tell the fieldsmen to search harder." With that he turned at left the room, storming off to his office. He needed time to himself, before he exploded.<br/><br/>Lun frowned and leaned on the desk, pressing the intercom that went to all the Visors apart of Rion's group. "You heard the man, search harder."<br/><br/>Rion sat in his chair, brooding. Not only did they have little to no leads on the Divine Messenger, the Burin scum were wrecking havoc on his precious city. Soon, he would lead an attack on them, to give them a taste of their own medicine. He grinned slightly envisioning the faces of their pain. He would rid Ruin of the Burin scum, before that, he would disguise himself as Burin and kill the Prime Minister. In that time of chaos he would step up to the plate and led Ruin into the next Great War. Once he got his hand on the Divine Messenger, he would become all mighty and powerful. He would be the true Saviour of Ruin.