Episode 6: Starragaar Awakens

Rillon Cottage, Days Later…

STARRAGAAR AWAKENS in the strange bedroom. She clutches her head as she is still in a lot of pain. At first, her vision is blurry. Everything in the strange bedroom is fuzzy. Then, after a few moments, Starragaar’s sight starts to become clearer. At her feet sleeps Sebasti. She screams when she sees the brawker. Sebasti jumps as Vanolin, Tara, and Janeeri enter the room.

“This has got to be a dream or I’m in hell,” Starragaar mutters trying to clear her head and focus on where she is.

“Neither, love,” Janeeri says softly to her. “You crash landed here about a week ago, Starragaar.”

I lost a week?!? She though to herself.

“Your voice,” she says looking up at Janeeri as Sebasti jumps back up on the bed at her feet. “It’s soothing and familiar. You took care of me?”

“That I did.”

“And this is?” she asks as Sebasti comes closer to Starragaar.

“This be Sebasti, my brawker.”

“Brawker?”

“Well, canus doi-tailius, actually. Brawker, for short.” Janeeri replies.

“Someone I know well was here, too. I remember hearing his voice. I believe that he told you my name.” Starragaar says sitting up and petting Sebasti on the top of his head. Sebasti’s two tails wag wildly.

“Ah, that Gavin did, love,” Janeeri tells her. “My name is Janeeri; this is my brother Vanolin, and our friend Tara.”

“So Gavin’s here? Where?”

“Prisoner at Darkwind Keep,” Vanolin states. “I was sent to get help.”

“I believe that I can help,” Starragaar says, then, looks under the covers at herself. “But, um, let me get dressed first.”

Tara, then, turns on the Rillon brothers and shoves them out of the room. “Out with you two. I will help her. It’s a girl thing.”

 

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Episode 3: Darkwind Keep

Throne Room of Darkwind Keep…

KING GAVIN TAVISCHOLM I, wearing a green tunic with a pattern golden circles connected together by lines under his silver armor, sits upon his curved golden throne with deep blue satin cushions listening to one of his older knights report of a commotion that was heard miles away. Behind the king are deep blue banners with the DarkwindPass logo of three parallel wavy lines in gold. Furthermore, the banners are also trimmed in gold.

The older balding knight, Sir Corwyn Thallos, informs the long grey haired king that an explosion happened on the other side of Valendale Woods. Or so the knight believes. The deep blue cloaked knight is asked if Sir Vanolin Rillon, his partner is awaiting his return outside the throne room doors in the stone hallway. The elder knight replies that he is.

“Thank you for the report, Sir Corwyn,” the grey bearded king says to one of his most trusted knights. “Please send in Sir Vanolin.”

“Yes, my lord,” the knight, wearing a deep blue tunic under silver armor, replies to Gavin. After bowing to the king, Corwyn turns and marches down the long blue and golden trimmed carpet past several elite guards towards the large wooden double doors at the end of the chamber. He, then, exits the throne room to where his friend, Vanolin is awaiting his return.

“So, what did he say?” anxiously asks the string blond headed knight.

“Gavin whishes to speak with you, my friend.” Corwyn tells the younger knight.

“Really?!?” quizzically asked Vanolin. “Why?”

“I’m not sure, my friend,” the middle aged knight tells his partner. “But if you wish to find out, I suggest that you talk to him.”

“I will!” boldly states Vanolin. He then turns, with his flowing royal blue cloak behind him and marches into the throne room, slamming open the wooden double doors. He quickly strides pasts the several golden armored elite guards lining the carpet headed towards the throne. Rillon, a noble knight, stops at the bottom of the steps leading to the platform on which the throne sits. Vanolin, in all his grandeur kneels before the king and bows in respect.

“Ah, Sir Vanolin, so glad you decided to join us,” Gavin shrewdly states to the young knight while two of his elite guards flank him on either side of the throne. “I have some things that I wish to speak with you about.”

“Yes, my lord, how can I help?”

“Your brother, he still lives near Valendale Woods?”

“As I recall, yes,” a very surprised Vanolin replies to the king’s question. “Why?”

“I have some things that I wish to discuss with him, myself,” Gavin says as he gets up from his throne and begins walking towards Vanolin. “Walk with me.”

“Sir?” the young renowned knight replies as they begin to walk to Gavin’s left from the throne. They walk a path that ultimately leads to the royal chambers from the throne.

“There was an explosion near your brother’s home. I’m sure something valuable was there.”

“But what does this have to do with Janeeri,” asks Vanolin as they continue towards the royal chambers.

“Keep your voice down, son,” Gavin says to Vanolin. “There are those here who wish to overthrow me. But, I digress. I know your brother was there and found the treasure.”

“What treasure?!? What are you talking about, sir?”

“Look, we need to go to that site immediately,” Gavin says as they stop in front of the royal chambers not noticing one of the elite guards watching them from around the corner. “Get your men ready, we leave at dawn.”

“Yes, sir.” Vanolin states, confused more now than when he entered. He, then, turns and walks away. As the young knight is walking away, Gavin enters his chambers for some somber sleep. The elite guard watching them rubs the underside of his helmet. The guard, then, turns and leaves his post heading towards the Mess Hall.

 

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Episode 2: A New Arrival

Rillon Cottage at the Edge of Valendale Woods near Parrenthia…

JANEERI, a man with jet black spiky hair, tan fur with brown spots; works in his garden just on the outskirts of Parrenthia near the famed Valendale Woods. His brawker, a two-tailed canine, with short white fur and black spots; named Sebasti, lays under a nearby tree as Janeeri tills the ground getting ready to lay the next harvest’s crop.

Suddenly, his ears perk up as he hears a sonic boom from a distance far away. Janeeri’s head turns in the direction of the sonic boom. Sebasti’s head, also, perks up looking inquisitively at his master.

“Whur?” Sebasti says.

“Don’t know, Sebasti,” Janeeri says tossing down his tiller. “Let’s go check it out.”

Quickly, Sebasti jumps to all fours and the two begin sprinting through the woods. Janeeri knows they are getting closer due to the smell of the burning fuselage and the sound of the roaring fire.

The fire grows more intense as they close in on the crash site on the opposite side of the woods from Janeeri’s little cottage. Then, Janeeri and Sebasti stop in the bushes as they see the wreckage.

“What is that?” A confused Janeeri remarks. What he sees is a starfighter buried, partially, in the dirt as the fuselage of the wings burn and the plasmadrive to the right of the cockpit leaks near the kindling of part of the burning wing. “Is that a … metal bird?”

As Janeeri says this, the shattered cockpit opens only to have the glass completely break apart from the starship. From the starship, emerges a pilot who stumbles and falls onto the ground. The pilot, whose orange furred and black striped tail swishes back and forth, picks herself up off the ground and continues away from the ship. She is grabbing her right side with her left arm while her right arm in hanging limp. The pilot moans due the pain as she continues on.

Janeeri and Sebasti emerge from the bushes to go help the pilot, when a bright light comes before them forcing Janeeri to block his eyes with his arms. This light goes straight up into the air and out. the concussive force from the light sends the farmer and his brawker reeling into a large tree knocking the wind out of each of them. At the same time, the pilot is lifted into the air with her back being fried in the process. As the explosion of the starfighter subsides, she lands hard upon her face and bounces.

Janeeri, seeing the pilot injured, reaches for her, but quickly removes his hand as the pilot’s ancient katana-like blade, the tig-do-ra blade, which is melted and mutilated lands near her head where his hand previously was. Afterwards, Janeeri, still catching his breath, manages to crawl over to the pilot. Once there, he rolls her over to see how injured she is. The pilot’s helmet rolls off revealing a bruised female with red hair, orange fur with black stripes, and pointy ears. She stills continues to moan in pain.

“An alien female were-cat?!?” Janneri mutters aloud as he strains to stand up. He can feel the bruised ribs as he tries to breath normally. Then, Janeeri tries to lift the pilot off the ground as her body still is smoking from the explosion. Janeeri can smell the burnt fur and singed flesh.

“Whoa.” he remarks as he strains to lift the five foot four inch frame of the pilot. Then, he regains his composure and throws the pilot over his shoulder. “Uh, man, you’re heavier than I thought.”

Janeeri, then, whistles for Sebasti who comes to his master limping. The brawker looks up at his master with sad eyes. He is carrying the mangled blade in his mouth.

“We’ll get you checked out shortly. Come on, boy.” Janeeri tells the brawker at his feet.

Quickly, the two make their way through the woods over to Janeeri’s cottage. Once at the deep red wood cottage with front porch, Janeeri opens the front door and enters. He, then, moves through the quaint living room carrying the alien pilot. Then, he goes past the dining room into the master bedroom, where he sits her down upon the bed.

 

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Episode 1: Escape from the Coalition

On Board the Coalition Capital Cruiser, Eradicator…

STARRAGAAR, A YOUNG LOOKING REDHEADED Bengaali pilot, slips past some Coalition guards into the server room upon the Coalition Cruiser, Eradicator. From a pouch on her belt she slips out a crystalis data drive and slides it into the nearest port. The orange and black stripe furred Sentinel cadet begins downloading information from the Coalition computer system.

A sensor is set off in Lord Nemesis’ chambers. The one-eyed pale faced warlord rolls over and picks up an earpiece from the bedside table. Brushing aside his dark ponytail, He places it over his right ear and tunes it into the security channel for his Shadow Enforcers.

“Someone is downloading information from the computer system ,” the warlord growls over the headset. “Take your patrol and go check it out.”

“Yes, sir,” responds Ival Kornis, the Shadow Enforcer patrol commander.

As the information continues to download onto the drive, Starragaar hears a patrol coming by the door to the server room. The door creaks open, they look around and spot nothing. Before Starragaar can stop it, an Enforcer spots an involuntary back and forth movement of her orange and black striped tail. Too late, she grabs it and hisses. “You with the tail come out here,” calls Ival Kornis.

Slowly, Starragaar stands with her hands raised.

While straightening, she removes the drive with her tail and stashes it back into a pouch on her belt. The Shadow Enforcers motion with their pulse rifles for her to move out of the room. The Bengaali pilot creeps towards the black armored troops. The Enforcers notice the plasmasabre at the hip of the golden eyed Sentinel cadet.

“Hand over the plasmasabre,” the Shadow Enforcer Commander orders Starragaar. With one quick motion, Starragaar removes the plasmasabre from her hip, ignites it, and slashes one Enforcer in half.

She spins and takes off running away from the Enforcers. The Enforcers begin to fire upon the red headed Bengaali pilot. As she continues to run from the Coalition Shadow Enforcers one pulse blast hits a wall in front of her. The next shot hits that same wall near the left side of her head. Damn. That was close! I must find a way back to my ship.

Lord Nemesis keeping track of the activity through the security cameras is becoming irate at his Shadow Enforcers. The Coalition Warlord, now wearing a black silk robe with silver trim which is lettered with a simplistic design, screams into his ear piece. “Get her!!!”

“Yes, sir!” replies Ival Kornis as the Shadow Enforcers close upon Starragaar.

The Bengaali Sentinel Cadet turns the corner as a pulse blasts whizzes past her tail. Realizing that she cannot run forever, Starragaar begins sliding to a screeching halt.

This is ridiculous. She thought to herself as she gasps for air. I need to even out the odds somehow.

Starragaar hears their footsteps coming closer, so she decides to wait in the shadows. As the Coalition Shadow Enforcers begin to turn the corner, she unleashes he metallic claws through her hands. Quickly, the 75 year old, though she looks 25 years old, Bengaali pilot jumps out at the Enforcers shocking them.

With a quick slash through the chest, she takes out the Shadow Enforcer commander, and he falls to the ground bleeding to death. Then, she turns and quickly decapitates another with a quick uppercut to the head. The third, and final, Enforcer of the patrol is stabbed through the chest and shredded. Blood flies everywhere.

After the bloodshed fight, Starragaar falls to her knees in sheer exhaustion. The Bengaali is covered in Sciul blood, a bluish-green color. The former bodyguard of the Bengaali Motherlord tries to catch her breath while searching for a way out with a hair covered face.

“Must… find… a… way… back…” Starragaar barely manages to mumble to herself. That’s when she sees a metal grate along the floor of the wall. The ventilation shaft! That’s how I’ll make it back.

She, then, manages to crawl over to the grate. Starragaar uses her plasmasabre to burn open the ventilation grate. The red headed Bengaali pilot squeezes into the ventilation shaft and begins making her way over to the airlock where her starfighter is located.

 

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