Silent, that was her world, Silent as the cold void of space which seemed to go on into the world of the ether. With a muted sigh the Knight of dark fire walked threw the Garrison, following the order's given to her by her commanding officer. The surface had changed since she had left it for the dark worlds below, yet everything still had the same pressing feeling of others. The hated sights of people looking at her, even as she looked them back only to see them avert their gaze. The Stress was bad enough when Blesse had to return to the world above, even more so when she had to come in contact with any one she did not know.

With a tight grip she entered the large building which had been known as the Hall of Hero's. A place where Knights could get armor and talk with the Baron himself. It was both exciting and at the same time scaring the woman a little for she knew how her fits of rage sunk into her. We have Returned. She thought to herself, as if another was in her mind. Still entering the hall she looked around, quiet as always she saw it was alot emptier then before, yet it seemed to have been frozen in time from when she last saw the inside. Was this really the place the Baron was in, or had her order's been miss leading like always to her.

Wondering around some more Blesse stumbled to some of the crates which housed the weapons and armor, knowing well she could use none of them the Firebug simply looked with out touching.

Twisted masses of metal fell to the ground, slicing everything left and right. Andre rushed to and fro, trying to find the person that could help get out of the burning ship. Then, he heard the voice of his friend, a veteran, calling him. "Andre! Andre! Over here! I found a pod!" Andre dashed even harder, and paid no heed when a roguh metal piece slashed down his arm, leaving a large, jagged cut running the length of the limb. He leaped, narrowly avoiding a huge piece of steel that caused an explosion near his right, and fell at the feet of his friend. "Come on. then! We've got to go!" he said, and shoved Andre inside the pod. Suddenly, another knight ran up and tackled Andre's companion. "No!" he screamed, "You and your stupid friend aren't gonna take that pod!" Andre pulled his friend inside, and the door shut. The two blasted off, leaving the insane knight to his propable doom. After about five minutes, the pod crashed, cutting a swathe of destruction in it's wake, and scaring snipes. Andre blinked, and screamed when he saw the a piece of metal had stuck all the way through his friend's skull.

Andre awoke with a start, sweating. "It's just a dream, Andre," he reminded himself, "Just a dream...." Then he saw the time. "Oh sh-t I'm gonna be late! Barrus is gonna kill me!" he screamed and quickly put on his armor and facemask, then all the other technological things. After strapping on his weapons and shield, he zoomed toward the Garrison.

When he finally got there, he prepared his most charming voice, and said, "You called?"

Location: Depth 24, camp zeta, Spiral knight occupied area
[It is a cold and rainy night at depth 24, Elzilia blazes her engine to speed across the dark chasm. She arrived at the stony cliff outside camp zeta. A large P.O.W. camp set up by the Spiral Order, Elzilia took her time and surveyed the area with a tactical visor. But suddenly, her radio rang.]

???:*statics*“Elzilia, this is… let’s call each other with our code name from now on, this is not a secured frequency…”

Elzilia: *chuckles at the familiar, deep pitched voice* “What is wrong, Ursulan? You think I don’t recognize that voice?”

Ursulan: *chuckles* “You got nice some ears. Call me by the codename of… manus… how about that? Your code name would be the ‘reaper’ …”

Elzilia: “This is reaper, I have arrived at camp zeta… Manus… is this where they are keeping all the Morai prisoners?”

Ursulan: “Reaper, this is manus, you are correct, enter the facility and rescue the prisoners. Extreme violence is authorized… kill all knights on sight until the position is secured. Don’t harm the prisoners… they are valuable in our war efforts… Manus out…” *hangs off*

[Elzilia, used her jet engine to burst down the cliff side and enters the guard’s line of sight. The guards fired their blitz needle at her, Elzilia uses evasive manoeuvres to dodge the barrage and quickly slices the knights at close range into bits. She then slice open the main gate and rushes in, the air raid siren is raised and all the remaining knights in Camp Zeta arrived at the front gate in an attempt to stop Elzilia. Some knights trembled in fear at they spotted Elzilia, walking casually into the camp, the rain intensified and her crimson eyes blinked in the darkness. The fate of the knights are sealed, the reaper is here to claim their souls.]

Knights: “It is the purple talon! Kill her!” *draws their swords and guns*

Elzilia: “It seems the knights have scrambled… Manus… what is my order?”

Usrulan: *chuckles* “In the name of the Morai Legion, slay them all…”

Jaxter looked through the deep foliage surrounding the garrison. Certain he was where he was supposed to be, he took a swig of the Aged Crimson Ale strapped to his belt. He adjusted his black Chapeau, and strode towards the base. He laughed to himself as he remembered his plan.

'There are consequences to inviting a thief to a meeting,' He recalled his father saying. Jaxter laughed. If only he could see him now. 'With luck, I can get a few crowns here and there, while becoming a "hero" by joining this little band of knights. It's foolproof! I think...'

The gates opened up, and Jaxter walked inside.

"Hmph. Well, I hope that we can get this over with soon. I'm pretty sure I can take anything." Andre said, "Unless it's one of my stalker fangirls. They scare me."

He then pulled up a chair, and sitting in it, leaned agaist the wall so that the tip of the chair was leaning against the wall. After that, he picked up a stool and set his feet on it.

Renao woke with a start, Trying to grasp what little shards of the memory was left, But all she could remember was a Dark Figure looming in the distance.
She looked to her left, and "Saw" the time on her clock. It felt weird to see through her mind, instead of her eyes. It was like looking through water, But being able to see all the way through. She then realized that her alarm clock did not go off, Because of daylight saving hours, And that she was late for a meeting, Although she couldn't remember whom assigned her to it. A small note next to the clock read: "Go to garrison at 7:15 AC" the note was written in a scrawl almost unreadable by most knights, As it was Barrus' handiwork.

Slipping her bodysuit, mask, and armor, Renao pulled at the edge of her mind to find the map lying on the table in the next room over. "Garrison... South." Pulling back to her own location, She relaxed a little, And headed out.
Slinking towards Barrus, Renao looked straight on at Barrus and said "You called?" Slightly cocking her head to the side. A few locks of Obsidian hair fell to the left side.

After listening to Barrus' speech, Renao asked "Sir, What if we can reason with any of them? And also, It might help if we get acquainted with our fellow knights, For simplicity's sake, Sir."

OOC: Also, why is everyone making Timeline references. Jaxter Merrick? Hm... noone knows where THAT name comes from.

Standing at the back of the briefing Cicero notices Gwenivere again. He taps her on the shoulder.

"Hey there, beautiful stranger." He says, with a wolfish grin. He feels a swelling within his chest. A swelling like never before.

Love is a petty emotion. Desist at once.

Shut up, Vog. You won't be there for very long.

Shaking her head Blesse simply took a chair from where it was sat for her and moved it around to have the back on one of the walls. Of course being a Mute meant she could not 'greet' or 'get to know' the others well. Not that she needed it, all she needed was to listen anyway, her eyes where doing most her work anyway. Holding up a hand, a small pitch black flame appeared above her palm. Making no sound Blesse just started to exercise her power with the fire, if anything she was a rather talented with her flames. Still, it hurt her to have to listen to the others speak when her world was mute from birth. It started to anger the firebug to the point she was visibly clinching her fists and the little ball of flame was starting to grow to that of her fist.

Thankfully she was still aware of her weapon, which was still active, thus she did not clinch her right fist to prevent the Flame Unit from coming to life. Taking a deep breath Blesse let out a angry mute sigh. I am remembering why I like the Clockworks now, I don't have to listen to these people. Don't have to speak, don't have to be around others and listen to them speak...I wonder what would happen if they all had to live a day like me, the only thing I get is the thoughts, even then I can't hear my own voice... Her head started to shake, an unseen tear came to her eye, but outwords all others could see was the hood that covered her face and the silence that she gave.

Renao tweaked the settings on her vertical vents, So that she could hear slightly better. Glancing at Blesse, she overhears that she is mute.
"Hello, My name is Renao." She said, Bowing to Blesse, Handing her an electronic notepad and stylus. "If I'm right, You can Write?"
(OOC: Darnit Aekun. xP)
Turning her head slightly, She glared ferociously at Andre. "He may be a Thief, But so long as he doesn't steal from us, I'm willing to let him do as he pleases." Renao slightly cursed under her breath, Realizing the loophole she left in that sentence. She aimed both of her guns at Andre's sword, In an attempt to Disarm him.
(OOC: Renao may have shot, But it's not powerplay because It might remain in his hand.)

Taking the note pad Blesse looks up at the woman. This is a sick joke. Can't speak, so you make me write. Her anger was starting to get the best of her, even if she knew it was wrong but still she just sat there holding the note pad waiting. If nothing was said she was going to go back to her fire which was still floating infront of her, for a moment she almost thought it was a person, smoldering and dancing across the empty void. It seemed to holder attention for a moment, her emotionless hood desigsing where she was looking as the three blue dots seemed to widen then shrink, if no one was paying attention they would have missed that.

Returning her gaze to the note pad she started to write in scribe that some what resimbled the common language. 'What?'

OOC: Yeah. He has clairvoyance, which means that he can somehow know things that others can't.

BIC: "Oh no you do NOT!" Andre said. He stabbed forward with his sword and flipped the gun out of it's holster, then sliced it in half.

"You really want to lie to someone who has clairvoyance?" Andre asked, "Well, your funeral."

"Not a wise move."

Jaxter took his other gun out of the holster and fired at Andre in the knee, getting a smoke bomb out of his pouch at the same time.

OOC: Thin, isn't something supposed to happen where you decides if it hits or not, like with Cicero and Gwen? And wouldn't that shot immobilize you?

Jaxter ducks, the sword cleaving the wall behind him. He smiles, and throws down the smoke bomb. For good measure, he socks Andre in the jaw with his right hand. The room fills with shadowy fumes, and with the gas clears, Jaxter is gone.

Jaxter, perched on a rooftop, watches them fumble in confusion, and leaves, disappearing into the foliage.

"How do you know my name?" Cicero asks, somewhat incredulously.

Cicero shrugs and looks back at Barrus.

OOC: He fired a shot from his sword, shot in the knee, as I ran several rooftops away? -_- Jaxter dodged the sword and threw the smokebomb.

Cicero keeps tugging at her shoulder. "Please... help me."

He just shouts: "HELP ME!"