<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8080FF">Lucan Nascien Saffire Taliesin Adair Warian MaCeachthighearna</span></span><br/>---<br/><span style="color: #8080FF">Saffire</span></div><br/><br/>The day wasn’t starting out as Saffire had expected. He woke up and it was almost mid-day. The light of the sun was already flooding the bedchamber. His head pounded mercilessly. A remnant of the feast the night before.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh glory of joys, I get to meet with my father this morning.</span>Saffire rolled over onto his back and glowered at the ceiling, through slitted eyes as the sunlight bite with barbed wires into his brain. He regarded the plain white ceiling for some time attempting to motivate his body out the bed and into the shower so he could make himself decent before his father found yet another reason to yell at him. Something the glaring pain in his head would not well tolerate. Lucky for him he kept some herbs with him whenever he traveled to Deorsh from his home in Dan Caillin. He always ended up either hung over or just simply with a headache due to his father and brother’s eternal bullshit.<br/><br/>He was of course alone in his rooms. He had expected no less, having refused servants and slaves from his fathers retinue knowing that it would infuriate his father to no end. A small victory there, he couldn’t help the faint smile that curved his lips at these thoughts.  Pushing himself up out of bed he knew better then to look for Brynnan here, he wouldn’t be here, it being mid-day and all he would be somewhere else. Without another thought Saffire finally forced himself out of the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. The cold stone floor biting into the skin of his feet and the cool air making him shiver even under the thick robe.<br/><br/>After a quick cool shower Saffire dressed in his regular court garb. Something that would make his father less likely to strangle him on sight, or worse begin screeching at the top of his lungs. Saffire shuddered at the mere thought of the man’s screams adding to the pain in his skull.<span style="font-style: italic">Herbs</span>he said to himself in his head as a firm reminder to find those amongst the trunks that had been brought to Deorsh for the birthing-day-feast -celebration. Dressing in a simple pair of black pants, a loose-fitting white shirt and leather bracers that laced up across his arms capturing the sleeves of the white shirt and securing it tightly to his forearms so he could put his vambraces on. The vambraces themselves were fine peices worked in silver intricately carved with thick spikes that could be used to sharpen a blade and decorated with dragon scroll-working. Tied to his arms with thick leathers straps. Once done he pulled on his sturdy leather boots, swung the thick wolf pelt cloak he fastened with two clips to his shirt leaving his throat exposed so the amulet there was visible.<br/><br/>The amulet, the only necklace Saffire ever wore, was a treasure that he thought of every day. It was six large metal plates intricately carved with arcane like symbols on either side of a large oval which held a pure black amethyst stone held in place in an intricately worked silver, brass and copper weaving that looked more like intricate vines then anything else. The bottom of the stone held his families crest. It shone in all it’s intricate details like blood beneath a fine layer of black ice. Saffire slid his sword into the sheath on his belt and added his twin daggers to the mix. Picking up the four rings he always wore so they would glitter on his fingers. One of them was the thick signet ring that his father had given him when he’d been only five years old. The ring he had kept through all the years of war.<br/><br/>As soon as he walked out of his bathroom with the intent to go find his father and his herbs the whole world turned to white.<span style="font-style: italic">Descan’s going to be pissed,</span>was the last thought he had before he found himself in the last place he’d ever expected to end up. The first thought he had was,<span style="font-style: italic">I’m dead,</span>quickly followed by,<span style="font-style: italic">Oh like hell!</span><br/><br/>Anger and fear mix in his ice blue eyes, the only crack in his otherwise completely stoic mask of indifference, one he’s perfected since he was a mere child. His posture is rigid and regal, indignation riding hard on the heals of fear eradicating the emotion.<span style="font-style: italic">This can’t be happening, I must be dreaming. Or poisoned. Geraint I will get you back for this!</span>He thinks as he surveys the surrounding that will not register within his mind. Things too strange to name. Things that defy logic in his world. That defy his reality and shatter his minds ability to comprehend just what is going on.<br/><br/>He runs his hand through his short white hair. His eyes scanning the crowd. His back straight. Head held high. The clothing he wears shows the clear definitions of muscles beneath, display the warriors physique under the princes bearing. The dark black Kohl that outlines his eyes cause the blue fire within them to sparkle like twin sapphires in the dime light. Everything is too much to take in for him, too strange. He hasn’t even had breakfast yet. It’s too early for this shit.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">”What the hell is this?”</span>is all he says glaring at everyone. Standing still, uncertain. It’s clear from both the tone of his voice, which holds an imperial edge of command, and the rigid posture of his body that he is ready to throw a tantrum if that will make this make more sense.<span style="color: #8080FF">”Whatever magic you have wrought I demand you send me back at once! DO you KNOW who I am? Do you know what you’ve done! There will be grave consequences!”</span><br/><br/>Saffire didn’t care that his voice was raised, or that his temper was getting the better of the normally calm man. He was done with games. He had no clue what was going on, but it was all too strange for him. To many perfectly strange folks who he had neither the desire nor the ability to know or comprehend their origins and this place was unlike anything he’d ever witnessed. It was just strange. Beyond reason, beyond understanding and he would not remain! The hostility alone in the room was enough to make Saffire uneasy. He rested his hand on his swords hilt, but would not draw unless attacked though with the amount of weapons drawn in this room, and the clear hostility of those all around him Saffire wondered if there would be a fight. Some of the weapons and words being bantered around were as strange and unknown to him the he could hardly wrap his mind around them.<br/><br/>A few looked as nervous as he felt, but he would not count those as less of a threat. The were all so unknown to him. So alien. So strange. He was worried. Scared even.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80BFFF">Fain Akarianious</span></span><br/>---<br/><span style="color: #80BFFF">Code Name: DarkAngel</span></div><br/><br/>Fain was just about to begin getting out of the intricate battle armor used by the Tearsia when he noticed a stranger. His helmet was already off and held under his arm, but the Aridian male didn’t care. He was long since disavowed from his ancestry and had long sense stopped caring that he was clearly recognizable as a member of the Aridian elite class. Who gave a blood snot anyways. To hell with the Oarkds and their blood rules. To hell with the alliance and it’s Coalition. They could all burn. Starting with whoever pissed him off now.<br/><br/>Fain was wounded from the last battle. It was his own damned fault, but he really didn’t think that made anything better. As he waited for this new annoyance to approach him his mind swam back to the battle moments before...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #aaaaaa">Their ship landed on the edges of the city itself. Hidden by scanners that blocked the other ships circling the planet from noticing them. Hell yah it was good to be a pirate some days. Fain and his three companions, Lashia, Roguian and Shina strode from their ship with the easy grace of stalking pray. Lashia was tall, lithe and beautiful for a semi-humanoid-Rignian female. She had long tentacled legs that ended in little spikes. A thing light build with large assets and her arms were covered in natural scaled armor. Her eyes were strangely human. Her face was a pale milky white and held an almost child like appearance to it. Young, and clearly a half-breed. That’s why she had been cast out and become a member of Fain’s team. Roguian was a Mortian male. Thick, short and with way too much hair. Large beady black eyes and an almost black complexion. He only came up to Fain’s thigh. THIS however wasn’t all that odd seeing as Fain was a giant at 7’8” even among the Aridian’s Fain was tall. Shina was human, all of 5 nothing with long wispy blond hair, vibrant green eyes and a build like an athlete on steroids. All lean hard muscle. Each of them had a hard dark past that had caused them to seek life as an outcast rather then life as an active member of society. It was that past that tied them to Fain. Regardless they were Fain’s family and he cared for each one in his own way. <br/><br/>The air was thick with cordite and ash. The sounds of blasters, bombs and regular guns rang through the air making conversation all but impossible. Without their helmets the combination of fumes, ash and smoke would have had them coughing and their eyes tearing up even before they reach the battle. Everything was awash in a strange cacophony of flashing bright orange and reds. Nothing looked quite right. This was so typical of a battle that Fain didn’t even think twice as he tossed two granados into the fray. Barked out <span style="font-weight: bold">”Find Aliariana, get her clear and back to the ship,”</span> and then dived into the fray blasters held ready and firing on anyone who turned at him.<br/><br/>Their mission was simple Aliariana was trapped in the third building in the central wing of the compound. Go in, extract her and get out. Only it didn’t go that way. They went in blasters firing, taking out more then their fair share of the enemy. Got all the way to the central wing of the compound, when they were ambushed. <br/><br/>Everything happened so fast Fain barely had time to catch it all. What had been a clear room moments before with Aliariana standing in the shadows crouched by the chair was suddenly filled with warriors weapons aimed and firing. They al reacted quickly. Fain threw himself to the left into a roll and the shot caught him in the left side opening up a large slice across his ribs. Lashia wasn’t so lucky and had barely begun to move when the shot caught her right in the chest. Fain only had a moment to see her fall in a spray of purple blood before he was forced to run or die. Rolling to his feet he took off. Roguian had survived unscathed and pulled Shina to safety. The wound across Shina’s thigh made it impossible for her to walk. Fain had grabbed Aliariana and thrown her at Roguian screaming for him to get her to safety. He’d shielded them into a retreat.</span></span><br/><br/>The rest had happened so fast he’d barely caught any of it. Even in memory he couldn’t see it clearly. Blood, pain, loss, it was all that he remembered. Yet here they were Roguian tending Shina in the infirmary of their ship. Aliariana safely locked in guest quarters and a stranger on his way up the ramp. To say he was pissed was an understatement. He just opened his mouth to speak out to the stranger who was a few feet from the edge of the entrance ramp when suddenly the world turned black and he wound up falling.<br/><br/>He landed in a low crouch in a room full of people and aliens and in a foul mood to boot, without a single weapon on hand. That brought out a low growl from his throat. He rose from his crouch and ignored them all walked over to a chair and sank down in it.<span style="color: #80BFFF">”Fuck this shit, I’m too damned tired and this is way to kriken weird for me. You want to shoot me take a number and suck on some space ash, the rest of the galaxy is looking to do the same so your not all that special kitten.”</span>and with those acerbic words he shut his eyes and didn’t give a rats ass what anyone in this room thought, because hey hallucinations can’t kill yah right? Clearly this must be a hallucination... because that’s the only thing that made sense. Still wearing that red tinged black battle suit that showed off his build, whit his long bone white hair worn in dreadlocks to the middle of his back his vibrantly glowing neon blue eyes slit like a snakes set in a face that was bony and handsome all at once. Fain looked more like a menacing ghost then a man from any world around. His skin was pale white and appeared to glow slightly in contrast to the black of his suit.