The War of Zethrex

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Borosi stepped out behind the crate he had taken a nap behind . He had woken up when the ship had shuddered to a halt when it was being moored in port. He stretched his arms and legs and yawned. He adjusted his clothes , which looked no worse for wear since the battle .
This was his stop . He made his way out of the well deck where most of the cargo was and walked onto the quarterdeck. Most of the sailors didn't look twice , either too busy or too low ranking to ask questions. He walked across the room to the guard standing in front of the Gangplank the only way off the ship that didn't involve getting soaked.
"Hold on I don't recognize you" The guard said squinting.
Borosi smiled and took his psychic paper out of his brown overcoat. "My name is johnasi smithai ,Chief inspector for the magi naval academy and i was aboard your ship covertly to watch your men under the stress of battle. And must i say lieutenant , they did quite fine."
The young officer sharpened his posture and spoke with pride " Thank you sir, it was all in a days work!"
"That's the spirit!" Borosi said while holding up the paper even higher. "Request permission to go ashore?" He said giving a magi salute.
"Permission granted sir!, oh and can you put a good word in for the first engineering department, that's where i usually work!"
"Sure thing" Said Borosi as he turned to walk down the bridge that connected the ship to the pier.
Now he must get to the castle, it wasn't hard to find, the structure dominated the skyline, it just screamed "MAGI!". He would make his way through the streets casually, making sure to avoid patrols, but at the same time not making it obvious he was trying to sneak.
He approached the gates to the castle confidently , the two serious looking guards approached him and told him to halt, he smiled at them before pulling out the paper once more and showing it top them, this time he claimed to be Johnthe doestini one of the lead chefs who had been called in to help prepare for a upcoming feast. They let him pass without another question and he made his way to the main stairwell, he looked up it and thought to himself. " The most important people are usually on the top of stairs." He rested a second ,what would come next would require quite a bit of mental effort on his part. He was oddly excited, This kind of thing is what he lived for .
 
As Memory entered the room she saw a man sitting on a throne addressing her sternly. Looking at the man she peered at him, he felt familiar. Although Mila was doing so, Memory did not take an effort to bow, she felt like this man was dangerous but she didn't know why. His tone was a lot different when speaking to her than it was to Mila, so Memory somehow knew this big shot. The man's posture straightened as he noticed her, huh so...he has some respect for me compared to Mila? Smiling at the man through thoughtful eyes she smiled "Hello?" she said in a collected voice "Maybe... I am unsure as of yet what I want. However, I do know sir that you put this woman on the lines expecting her to die. Your enemy was smart to put a shield on the front line where as you put a potential assassin on the front; this suggests you are large in numbers and can afford to do so as well as the fact that you are testing her. I would appreciate it if you didn't do so again. I would like to know why it is you test her and although it may not be much... I don't know who I am to you. But I shall stand with my belief, I commend her." memory didn't care for idle chit chat and this man wasn't any lord that she knew she had to obey just yet. Although she did regard him with a quick bow.What he had said that did make her wonder...free? from what exactly?
 
Erays shivered a little, uncertain if what he had done was a good thing. he loked to the two grunts who had the blaster weapon and then to the ruined stack of crates before following him. " private.. yeesh, things are looking up." he muttered sarcastically, following the officer promptly. His weapons were strapped to him with leather slings, except for hyis pistol, held fast in a holster on his right leg. His hat and scarf still conceiled his face rather well, but that coat of his, tied around his waist as it was, still bore a mark of the magi.
 
"Memory...." Mila said looking at the young girl "You need not speak for me" sighing she looked up Tiberius. "Sir, the only reason why I was able to come was was because of Memory, if she hadn't stepped in I would've have died or became a useless hunk of meat" she regarded the Archmage. She was extremely curious as to how he knew Memory but wasn't going to buckle into the curiosity. "Assuming that you already know her, you know about her powers yes?"
 
Roric walked back into the dungeon roughly half an hour after he left. Only this time, there were 2 military soldiers who came in with him, both wearing a standard blue Magi military uniform, indicating that they were not part of the Circle, only the military that was controlled by the Circle. They both had short swords sheathed on their hips as well.

Roric approached Aminta's cell, and sighed with bordem before speaking to her in a voice that also reflected his bordem.

"Alright little Aminta, it's time. I've been nice about it so far, but this is your final chance to give me an answer before i have to drag you out of that cell and start doing ripping the answers from you by force. So one more time now... What is the purger army?"

The 2 guards stood at either side of the cell, waiting for Roric to give them further orders. Roric was standing between them, facing Aminta, and gazing at her with a look of a combination of bordem and curiosity.


The officer led Erays into a large building on the base that resembled a warehouse. They made their way past quite a bit of mechanics and engineers, all working on different things, from airship repairs, to infantry armor upgrades. He led Erays to the back of the place, down a short hallway, and into a small room with 3 other men inside. One of the men was wearing a white lab coat and writing on what resembled a blackboard, only the writing on it glowed faintly with light. Another man was sitting at a small rectangular table in the middle of the room, and looked to be a high ranking military officer who was paying attention to the 1st man, who was apparently explaining designs for a new armor prototype. The last man was a guard, wearing a standard Alliance heavy armor suit, and standing by the door.

As they entered the room, the men inside stopped and looked at them, which prompted the officer escorting Erays to stand at a attention upon seeing a superior officer in the room, and salute.

"Sorry to interrupt sir. I wasn't aware that you were in the middle of something. I can come back later if you--"

He was interrupted by his superior who spoke in a deep, authoritative tone.

"It's quite alright Major, at ease. What is it you need?"

The major, who had been escorting Erays, stopped his salute and spoke in a more calm tone.

"Well sir, i came across this soldier here who seems to have a fair amount of knowledge with engineering. He says he was originally from Qortic and used to produce weaponry for the Qortic military before the war started. I thought that, given his background, he might be of some use in the engineering department."

The officer at the table looked to Erays for a few moments, examining him, then motioned for him to come over.

"Come over here son, lets have a talk..."

He then motioned for Erays come and sit in the chair across from him.


Taiberius listened as the girls spoke, and seemed to be paying close attention as well. Once they were finished, he took a few moments before responding, as if still processing all of it in his mind.

"Mila, you have managed to survive, as instructed. I am pleased to hear of your difficulty in doing so... Let it be a reminder to you that there is no place for weakness within the Circle of Magi. There is no place for those who cannot handle the front line when needed. Being a part of the Circle means being the best of the best. More powerful than any soldier of the military. More powerful than even one of our own elite Automatons. As such, i will hold up my end of the bargain and allow you back into the Circle as promised. However, i expect better from you in the future. Do i make myself clear?"

He wanted for her response, and then looked to the the little girl once again.

"And as for you... your wit and intellect with battle tactics is impressive. But that is to be expected. However, there is only one way to be sure if you are who i think you are. I'm not sure if this next question will make sense to either of you, but if it does... Well, then this will prove to be most interesting... Altear, would you kindly step forward? I wish an audience with you."
 
Closing her eyes, Memory tried to summon the angel within her 'Altear' she said in her thoughts. 'This man seeks an audience with you...he knows us. Please speak for me.' an aura of light surrounded memory as she did this. At first Altear did nothing 'Very well child, but do not waste my time' and thus Memory light encased the room as Memory's body began to grow into the silhouette of an angel. Beautifully curved, long hair resting upon her shoulder and mystical, white eyes that starred into nothing as if time itself did not exist for this entity. It was almost as if a goddess had descended upon the halls. The light around the room then began to die down only to reveal this beautiful figure standing brightly hovering above the ground. The creature gave no form of respect to the man in front of her but rather a look of divine retribution. There was only one man in this plane that knew her entity. That was Taiberius. Although Memory knew naught of her past, the entities who lived inside her had not forgotten what he did to them. For the three did not share the same thoughts. "Taiberius. You do not deserve my audience, however. The girl has asked me to listen to you, thus I shall do so. Briefly." the figure of light was quite clearly angry with Taiberius.
 
"Thank you." he said, a little caution in his voice. somethgin felt like prison here. but the alliance men where calm and collected enough that he was starting to let down his guard. Probably not the smartest move for a man who had been fighting on the opposite side only hours ago.

"You seem to be keeping pace with advancements rather well for having limited supply..." Erays said, glancing the chalkboard. he knew nothing of armor. defense was not his strongsuite. attack was.
 
Aminta stopped pacing just for a brief moment to look up at the three. Her eyes sparkled compassion and pity in their depths, "Do as you wish Roric, but you will not get what you ask for....I actually feel sorry for you." The words tumbled out of her mouth in a smooth whisper. Turning slowly she walked over to the cell door. Her hands lifting, with her wrist pressed together. A huge smile graced her lips, "I appreciate you leaving early, you gave me time to gather my thoughts. Take me away." Through the smile her voice dripped sarcasm.

She already knew the pain they would cause on her, and the could possibly kill her. By all means she was fragile, all healers were. Though she was growing annoyed. This was taking far to long, and she wished to be left alone once again. "Hurry up I don't have all day. If your not going to do what you threaten me with then leave me be." Aminta tried to make herself more angry, still hoping it would dull the agony that would come her way.


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"Sir, you know full well I am train as an assassin, not a front liner or did you forget?" she said with a frown . It was evident that she was angry, she wasn't weak and he knew that. She was a master in stealth and deception not running in and blasting away at random. Her moves are cool and calculated. Mila couldn't believe that he would even say that. Leaving her anger at that she watched as Memory started to shine.
Mila shielded her eyes away from the light as Memory changed into Altear. the mage hasn't seen the angel part of Memory at all and was excited. After the light dissipated she saw the angel. Smiling she noticed the angel was quite angry at the Archmage and she watched patiently as they talked to eachother.
 
After hearing what Aminta had to say, Roric snapped his fingers, and the 2 guards turned and began to unlock and open the cell door with swords drawn. Each of them grabbed one of Amina's arms, and pulled her from the cell whether she resisted or not. They pulled her down a narrow hallway through the dungeon, which opened up into a larger room, littered with all sorts of contraptions and tool all designed for specific types of torture. There was dried blood all over the place, and the smell of death was strong in the air.

The guards pulled Aminta onto a large thick stone slab, and shackled her wrists and ankles to the corners of it. The Shackles were rather tight, though not quitr tight enough to constrict blood flow, and the chains that connected them to the stone slab were taut, and seemed to be enchanted as well. There was an orb of light near the ceiling right above the slab, shining down on her. As the guards finished chaining her down, they stood off to the side and stood guard once again. Roric then made his way over to her.

"I'm afraid that i may have mislead you a bit earlier. You see, most people that get tortured here are put under physical pain and suffering as a form of punishment. I fear that when i said "torture" earlier, you may have assumed that the same would be true for you. This is not the case however... You see, we seek information from you, and thus, we cannot afford to "accidentally" kill you in the process. Which is why i was sent here. You see, my talents lie more in the psychological field. I do not typically torture the body, i torture the mind. And trust me, unless you happen to be as proficient in the field of mental magics and science as i am, you will not be able to resist."

He grinned devilishly as he finished speaking, hoping to strike a bit more fear into her before starting. He seemed to be savoring the moments leading up to his work. Perhaps prolonging the time before begining was part of the torture.


The officer at the table looked to Erays as he sat down at the other side of the table. He put his hands together in front of him on the table and locked his fingers together, then gave Erays a welcoming smile.

"We have more supplies than we like to show off. But where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. I am General Phoenix Shenzing. It's a pleasure to meet you, mister...?"

He extended a hand to shake Erays' in greeting as he waited to hear his name.


Taiberius spoke to Mila as he watched Altear emerge from the little girl. His tone was one of obvious annoyance.

"Things have changed since you left Mila. You claim to be a master assassin, one of stealth and traps and whatnot. And yet, as i understand it, you were nearly bested by a heavily armored, lumbering Alliance soldier. You should have been able to outsmart him with ease. Perhaps you've gone soft in the last 7 years since you left..."

Once Altear emerged, Taiberius paused for a moment, leaning forward a bit to examine the sight. He got the distinct impression that Altear remembered everything, and perhaps felt upset with Taiberius.

"So then... You remember me do you? And it seems that our little Alyssia does not. But perhaps that is for the best. Regardless, i see that you are still bound to her, and i assume Xyn is as well? And from the sound of things, You and more or less under her control..."

He paused again, taking a moment to think on the subject. He pressed his fist against the side of his helmet in thought.

"I see... I had never expected to see her again, but i should have known better. No matter. I can use this to my advantage... Altear, consider yourself, as well as Alyssia and Xyn, part of the Circle of Magi, for the time being. You are now, once again, under my command. Understood?"

Taiberius spoke with high authority, as if completely disregarding what Altear was or what it wanted. He spoke like a slave master commanding a slave.
 
Erays looked over the man and pondered for a moment. ' the leader of the revolution eh?... well how do like that. Those bastards back in qortic woudl give their left sovereigns to be this close...' He thought.


His hands in his pockets twitched. Oh how easy it would be. Eight seconds... eight seconds to charge a failsafe blast big enought to envelope the entire room. all he'd need to do is turn the powercores in his weapons into grenades. boom... end of the revolution... But what fun would that be?


"Erays." he smiled back, pulling his hands from his pockets and offering a gloved hand. " Eray Bathos."
 
Aminta did not struggle against the men. Despite she highly doubted she could, she barely came up to their chest. She felt so small between them, their fingers touched despite her arms being in their palms. A small sigh escaped her lips, her gaze watched the stone floor. The smell of the hall was changing the scent of death filled her nose. They were coming closer, and that made her slightly nervous. Aminta chewed on her lower lip, until it began to bleed. Deep down she knew she wasn't cut out for soldier work, but she still tried.

She began to wonder if she would survive this night, though her thoughts were cut short. The scent of blood filled her senses, her deep blue eyes shifted up. Frantically they moved about the room, dried blood caked the walls. Several blood stained devices sat on different tables. Contraptions of different shapes were scattered about the room. However, they lead her to one that didn't seem intimidating at all. The soldiers weren't even gentle when they chained her to the cold stone surface. Her bare skin rippled with cold chills, "You could of at least gave me clothes that covered more." Aminta spoke bitterly more to herself than to them.

Before she could even tell them how much she disliked her current situation, the sounds of footsteps caught her attention. Aminta rolled her head to watch Roric approach her. His deep voice filled her mind, he was going to torture her mentally. Her large eyes grew even wider, "If your so cleaver Roric why not just read my mind.." Aminta voice trailed off into a whisper. Could he read her thoughts? Would he see her past? Those questions shimmered into her mind. Her lower lip quivered at the thought, "Get away from me." She said quickly, while turning her face away from him. Blonde strands of hair fell into her face, covering the fearful expression that took hold of her features.
 
At Taiberius's comment, the angelic figure laughed that echoed throughout the hall. Although she was laughing, the laughter was cold and unforgiving. Speaking to her like she was his slave. Fool. "Taiberius. That tone will not work on me. From my own will I will never serve you. For fifty five years you have kept me at bay in that forsaken prison. The only person on this wretched plane I shall ever serve is your sister and I do not know what she will decide to do. Do not expect Xyn to co-operate either. If you haven't figured out who we are, then here's some news for you. I am the right hand of heaven and Xyn the left hand of hell. I suggest you do not try command either of us again. Goodbye." the beauty of the angel faded back into the body of the little girl who stirred as she awoke.

Then realizing that she was in the presence of Mila's boss. Memory looked toward Mila for a second, the woman was smiling. Maybe something good happened with Altear? she smiled back at the woman then looked back toward the leader to see what came of Altear's conversation with him.
 
The healers did a decent job of patching Frostbite up. Sure she would have preferred to walk out of there instead of rolling down the halls of the infirmary but well... The nurses were saying she should be lucky to be alive. But Frostbite was still grumpy about being in a wheelchair. And she also wasn't allowed to use the wheelchair herself. No they gave her an electric wheelchair, one that would move around with a joystick. Surely there couldn't be anything more they could throw at her to make her feel completely useless?

She sighed heavily as she turned the corner to the mess hall. Someone had to hold the door open for her as she rolled in. Smells of food wafted in heavily - apparently the Alliance cooks were working double time to ensure the soldiers from the previous battle were well fed. A crooked smile appeared on her lips. Frostbite like special treatment of this kind. She ladled heaps of food onto her tray, not caring how unladylike she looked. There were several entrees for that day, almost three times as much as usual. Frostbite decided to go for the prime ribs, coleslaw, mashed potatoes with gravy, a side of steam broccoli and for dessert... Well, she would wait and see if there was room in her stomach after lunch. Before leaving the counter, she also helped herself to a tankard of rum.

Frostbite found an empty seat by the corner of the mess hall, well away from most people. However lots of people were filing in for lunch and the seats quickly started to fill. She dug in with a vengeance, knowing full well that the amount of food on her plate reflected her emotional state. ​
 
"Sir, with all do respect, I was up against him face forward, we wouldn't let me out of his sight, nearly blasted me into oblivion with that damned holy magic he had, how am I supposed to best some one with three inch thick armor when I can even get behind him?" she asked obviously angry now. She turned toward Memory and beckoned her before Mila left. He called her weak. She was never weak and she was still one of the best blood mages out there if not the best. She opened the door and slipped through. Once outside she blasted a hole through a wall before storming away as the wall mended itself. Looking down she sighed "I'm sorry, I'm being childish"
 
Roric smirked to her, looking a bit more lively now. He started to walk slowly around her, starting from her right side and moving around the slab clockwise.

"Funny you should mention reading your mind, because that's exactly what i intend to do. But you see, it's not as simple as just hearing your thoughts as you think them. To read another's mind, one must delve into the target's mind, invading it, attacking it. Reading what you are currently thinking is a bit easier, but i doubt that you would make it that easy to obtain the information i need. So, i will need to force my way in, and dig through your thoughts and memories to find what it is i want."

He stopped at her left side, and reached down, laying his left hand gently on her exposed stomach, and rubbed his hand along her skin. He then slid his hand down her left leg, and moved it along her inner thigh, feeling her, and getting dangerously close to her private area.

"And why would we want to give you more clothing? If anything, i think you could do with even less..."

He then reached up and ripped her top off of her, exposing her breasts. He looked at them for a moment, and them quickly grabbed them with both hands, and started groping them a bit roughly.

"And maybe after i get the answers i'm after, me and the boys here can take turns with you... How's that sound little Aminta?"

After several more moments of groping her breasts, he let go, and laughed a bit as he walked and stood over her head. He then placed his hands on either side of her head.

"Now, this may hurt a bit..."

With a surge of energy, he started to invade her mind. The experience would cause her to think about countless things, all in rapid succession. At first, he would delve into her fears, and force her to relive every terrifying and traumatic experience that she ever faced in her life, all in a matter of seconds. Then, just to torture her further, he would delve into her worries, and plant images in her mind of all her fears of the future coming true, again all in a matter of seconds. Once that was done, he would finally start his work at digging through her mind to find out what he wanted to know. Any information she knew about the Purgers, the Alliance, battle plans, base locations, military VIP's, anything she knew that could be of use to the Magi. The entire experience would cause a lot of mental exhaustion and anguish, but nothing that would permanently damage her mind.


Phoenix suddenly pulled Erays forwards a bit over the table, gripping his hand hard. He examined Erays very closely and quickly and after only a couple seconds, he spoke in a very serious tone, though still calm.

"Now, would you mind telling me what you're doing with a Magi coat around your waist? I thought you said you worked for them BEFORE they took over."

He held onto Erays' hand with a firm grip, and the guard by the door drew his weapon at the mention of the coat, a bit panicked.
 
Taiberius scoffed as Mila stormed out of the room. It was clear that he did not care for her attitude, nor did he view her as being entirely useful. She may have earned her place back in the Circle, but she hadn't earned his respect. He looked to the young girl after a short pause and spoke to her.

"Well, that conversation ended rather abruptly, but that is beside the point. The point is, i have confirmed who exactly you are. You may not remember... But perhaps that will work to my advantage. You are admitted into the Circle of Magi, and are now under my command. Now go, do as you will, and be ready for your next assignment.
 
Aminta did not look over at him when she heard his foot steps coming closer. The tapping sound of his boots made her shiver, this was something she did not expect. She hadn't prepared herself for a mental assault, nor did she expect they could do that. Closing her eyes she started to focus. The image of a brick wall started to form in her mind, any kind of mental barrier would do for now. Though before she could finish, his voice invaded her mind. He would relive her horrible childhood. Before she could curse at him, his hand was on her. The pads of his fingers were rubbing against her exposed flesh. Aminta tried to flinch away, trying to keep him from touch the scar that lay on her lower stomach.
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If touched by a enemy it would start to glow a bright blue. The brand of a purger healer was placed on her before birth. Though if he invaded her mind it would shine brightly either way. To her surprise his hand kept moving while he spoke. Touching her in several places, coming to close to her untouched core. Her lip drew back in a snarl, "GET AWAY FROM ME PIG!" She screamed aloud, trying to cut off his words. Despite her screams he ripped off her top exposing even more of her skin. A crimson blush spread up from her toes to flush her cheeks. Roric's words became very vivid in her mind, 'Me and the boys will take turns with you.....' Aminta tried to protest despite his cold hands were now on her chest. She had never been touched like that, in any way. It took a lot of courage not to scream out. Though all that courage couldn't stop the tears from shining in her eyes.

A small tear fell from her cheek when he finally let go of her feminine parts. A sigh of relief escaped her lips, his touch disgusted her. It took everything she had not to vomit. Aminta rolled her head from side to side, until she saw him standing above her. A sharp pain shot through her head, it felt like a axe crashing down onto her skull. Another scream escaped her lips, the sound echoing through the castle. Memories of her childhood flew through her mind. Her sister and mother dragged through the dirty soil. Pinned to the ground to be stabbed to death. The look of joy on Magi soldier's faces, at their blood that stained against green.

Aminta's father trying to keep running with her in his arms, until blood spattered against her face. A single shot blew his head apart. He fell on top of her, pinning her beneath his dead wait. His dead corpse hiding her from the Magi until they took their leave. The fear of not being able to get revenge spilled through her mind.....The scar on her stomach began to shine, the blue swirling and pulsing. Causing a shadow to dance on the ceiling above them.
 
With a nod saying she understood, Memory took the man's word. "I am glad you have confirmed who I am sir. If you say it like that you suggest that if I knew who I was that I would be less use to you. That's interesting indeed sir. I thank you for your acceptance into your circle - I do not understand my powers very well. If I may ask before I ascend, with Mila if you will. She's interesting, from the looks of things she will be of good service to you. But two of us together is a more formidable force. I ask that you help me understand what power I have, I seem to have different spurts of kinds which by my understanding I think you would know how to control." the wording was careful. Memory knew not to go to far, she felt like she knew to be careful in such a situation. But neither did she hesitate to stand up for herself. Despite her lack of Memories, her wits had not failed her and neither had her advanced understanding of the world, she felt like she knew more than she gave herself credit for. Thinking back of her request asking Mila to go down to the village, she wanted to try and find something out.
 
"nnnrghrk... Well.. i don't count being a penniless dog of the magi as research and design Foreman working FOR them at all. Not going into the full story of my pitiful existance though, LORD pheonix." Erays pulled free with a slight Electric shock to pheonix's hand, grasping his own hand and rubbing it.

An instant later, all teh guns on his person were aimed at the guard, floating around him, powercores glowing.


" As i was saying.. Erays Bathos. Of Qortic. Weapons engineer, head of research and design, Northeast Qortic branch." he smiled. none of his weapons were pointed at Pheonix. anyone with magi knowledge woudl see his power holding them revolved around his using a very weak aura field to effect their position in time and space.

"Semi-rise nine sisxteenth's edgebracer witha lithium and sulfur fuel cylinder. Plain old blast core... rather trashy too.." he smiled, eyeing the gun in the soldiers hand.

"You see.. I build destruction... i create demolition... And The Magi never treated me like anything but a labrat... I've been this close to several sovereigns... you're not the first leader of armies to take me lightly... but i give you this.. your the first one I've had to draw my weapons near..."



Erays let his confident smile and lack of aggression, favoring a Defensive stance show his intentions.

" I usually don't talk this much either.. but hey...At least one of things i've said should pique your interest." he chuckled a little, Sweatign bullets.


" And if all this bluster isn't enough...I'm the one who made the coastal bombardment cannons capable of doing what they did today." he smiled.


" Too bad those bastard magi don't know how to aim, eh?"



( Erays has been found out, draws out his guns pointing them only at the guard and monologues a few good reasons why he hates the Magi, and Shouldn't be killed emmediately.)
 
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