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    Vukani awoke in a cell filled with an impermeable darkness. A green light faintly glowed above his head where his hands were cuffed together by two cuffs made of a mixture of polished wood and metal, held together by an invisible force. Much of the technology made around Oudhal was made from something called Living Wood. Even the city itself was made this way. The engineers built their metal structures into the tree at the heart of the Garden. The tree WAS Almanel, and this signature Living Wood was commonplace throughout Oudhal and especially in Almanel.

    A few meters away stood Zyanya; he could just barely make out her face in the darkness. A faint light glimmered past Zyanya, another prisoner or perhaps more of his crew. Vukani pulled with all his might, kicking the wall in a vain attempt to free himself. He knew he wouldn't be able to break free but it provided him some much needed venting. "Damn it! Damn it all!" he yelled.

    "Zyanya, are you there?" he asked at a more reasonable tone. "Well, I have to say I didn't see this coming. I don't know how, but it looks like that bastard is in charge. Either he won the election for the seat at the head of council or he declared martial law. Either way, we have to get out of here and find Gavril. He is, or was, the head councilman. Maybe he can shed some light on our situation." He paused to think.

    “Seriously, he is a homicidal maniac. How the hell did he get control?” Vukani continued to wander. “Listen, Zyanya, if he questions you, try to be discrete. As delusional as he is, I doubt he will let us go if he knows we are headed towards Epilon, considered he thinks we are enemy spies.”

    A blinding light suddenly shone down on Zyanya and a couple of guards emerged from the darkness. The green lights on her cuffs began to pulsate and her body fell limp and into the arms of the guards. Though conscious, her body was paralyzed. She found herself unable to move or speak and even breathing became a laborious task. Once Vukani’s eyes adjusted to the light, he saw Zyanya being dragged away. “Wait, she doesn’t know anything! I’m the leader, take me!” he tried to reason but to no avail.

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    Zyanya was escorted down several hallways into a small white room with a table and two chairs. Her vision began to blur as she was unable to blink due to her paralysis. After sitting her down, the guards disconnected her cuffs and then connected them to indents on the table. The blinking green light became solid and Zyanya finally regained control of her body, though her hands were fastened tightly to the table. A man dressed in an officer’s uniform, the man from the air pad, stood before her. “Welcome Miss Istar. It is a pleasure to meet you. Would you like some tea?” a guard brought in a tea set and the officer began to pour tea into two cups. The guard left through a door that was flushed with the wall and imperceptible once closed.

    The commander continued. “I am very peculiar about my tea. I have it imported directly from Imperstar. You just can’t beat the minty flavor from the herbs grown by you Imunan. That being said, you do have an advantage, given that it only grows in cold, high-altitude places. Surely you must be thirsty! Roughing up my men so badly must’ve been exhausting. Perhaps the flavor will remind you of home. I do hope you find it to your liking.” The commander set a steaming cup of tea in front of Zyanya. The smell was strikingly strong, a sign of the quality of the tea. It was just like the tea Zyanya would have access to at home. “Go on, don’t be shy.” The commander urged as he began ship his own cup of tea, looking out of a large window on the opposite side of the room, with his back faced towards Zyanya.

    Despite his offer, the cuffs on Zyanya refused to budge. Instead, the tea sat in front of her blowing steam into her face while the commander stood in silence, waiting.

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    Aleksandra, Demos, and Vel found themselves together in a large empty room made of a white crystalline substance, lit up by two lights resembling some sort of floor. Like Demos and Zyanya, they each had cuffs on, though they did not seem to be active at the moment. Guarding the only exit were two armored guards with stun batons.

    Aleksandra began to pace in front of the two guards, both thinking out loud and trying to question the guards. “I think I remember that guy. What was his name? I think it started with a P or maybe an M. I know the council elections were set to take place, but… Such horrible timing…” She looked over at Demos and Vel. “I was here two weeks ago. Everything was fine. Chancellor Milev was expected to win the elections by a landslide… What gives?” she went back to her pacing in silence. The guards to shared in the silence. Despite having visors covering their eyes, it seemed like they were staring intently into the souls of everyone in the room. “Petras. Commander Petras was his name.” Aleksandra concluded after a while in thought.
    "There are bad ways to win and good ways to lose. What's interesting and troubling is that it's not always clear which is which." - Grimsley

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    Zyanya groggily opened her eyes to the sound of Vukani's voice.

    "Zyanya, are you there?" She groaned before answering. "Yeah, i'm here. Glad to know you're ok." Vukani continued and she listened closely to his hushed tones.

    “Listen, Zyanya, if he questions you, try to be discrete. As delusional as he is, I doubt he will let us go if he knows we are headed towards Epilon, considered he thinks we are enemy spies.”

    She opened her mouth to respond but a light shone in her face and a jolt of energy ran through her body, paralyzing her. She gasped for breath as the guards caught her and began to drag her away. She tried to look over at Vukani as he pleaded with them but she couldn't move a muscle. I promise you general, they won't get anything out of me. Don't worry about me. She tried to convey the message with her eyes.

    Through her blurred vision she saw them take several turns and they finally plopped her down and disconnected, then reconnected her cuffs. Air filled her lungs and she shot up from her slumped position with a gasp. She blinked her eyes several times to clear the blurriness and a few tears fell.

    She looked up at the man that had welcomed them on the air pad as he spoke to her. “Welcome Miss Istar. It is a pleasure to meet you. Would you like some tea?” She glowered up at him, her ice blue eyes glinting in anger, but she didn't say a word.

    The man seemed unfazed and continued, “I am very peculiar about my tea. I have it imported directly from Imperstar. You just can’t beat the minty flavor from the herbs grown by you Imunan. That being said, you do have an advantage, given that it only grows in cold, high-altitude places. Surely you must be thirsty! Roughing up my men so badly must’ve been exhausting. Perhaps the flavor will remind you of home. I do hope you find it to your liking.”

    She stared down at the tea, trying to suppress the anger building inside her. She cleared her throat and looked up at the back of the man with a smile. "It smells nice. It does remind me of my home. I'm glad you like it. I am sorry that I attacked your guards. But, they did provoke me first by attacking my companions. I will not apologize for coming to their defense." Her soft and sweet voice did not match the fire in her eyes as she smiled up at the man, her body trembling with anger and her head pounding from the beating she had taken earlier.
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    Demos awoke, staring at the blank, crystalline wall. His body ached from the batons, and he groaned as he lifted his head up and observed the room. The medic, and one of the more competent looking ones, Aleksandra was her name if Demos remembered correctly were also with him, but no one else.

    Aleksandra began to pace and mumble about the internal politics of the region, but Demos cared not for that. He sized up the guards. Rebellion would not likely do them any good, and especially not the others who were missing. "Gods damn that Megazolian general. First were are followed by unfriendly eyes, and then we arrive into an ambush. Either someone is not telling us something about the mission, or he is utterly incompetent."

    Or the gods had cursed them. Either way, they were stuck now. What happened next was what mattered. He would wait, for that was all he could do, really.
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    Vel had been sitting in the room, awake, as he had not fought like the others. He kept his head down, and nervously tapped his foot on the ground. One of the guards yelled at him to stop, so he began tapping his finger on the ground instead.

    This was not how he imagined his first mission going. Once Aleksandra and Demos awoke, he began to feel slightly calmer. "Do you think they'll let us go, Alek? We're both Brenans after all. Maybe one of the Councillors of this place has stayed in one of my parents hotels before the war. Surely they'll treat us well." He looked over at Demos, "We'll vouch for you too, of course!"
    There's a black crow sitting across from me
    His wiry legs are crossed
    He's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
    Whatever could it be
    That has brought me to this loss?

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    "I understand that your time is precious Miss Istar, as is mine, so let me get right to it." the commander said as he began to reach into his coat pocket. He pulled out a small device that looked like a computer chip and inserted it into Zyanya's left cuff. She felt a sharp pinch in her wrist and her face became warm and her mind foggy.

    "You see, people are so deceitful. During times like these you can never be too cautious and with the world at each others throats for so long, getting the right information out of people can be a bit tricky. But not with you of course, isn't that right Miss Istar?" Zyanya's head began to drift down so the commander gently grabbed her chin and pulled it back up with a smile.

    "No, a pretty young thing such as yourself would never lie! But even so, I had to take certain precautions. You probably feel rather strange right now but don't worry, that's normal. I do hate that they call it a 'truth serum' but I suppose you could call it that. It simply makes you more... receptive to telling the truth. So now, I am going to ask and you are going to answer." The commander sat down across the table from Zyanya, now with a completely serious expression.

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    "Something strange is going on here Demos. We need to get out of here and find the others!" Aleksandra said to Demos.

    "Of course we will get out of here!" she then responded to Vel. "They have no reason to keep us here in the first place!"

    Everyone cuffs suddenly activated and their hands were bound behind their backs. The door to the cell then opened to reveal two armored guards, but not ones bearing the Almanel uniform. Two bullets rang out and the guards watching Aleksandra and the others fell to the ground dead. A familiar voice came from one of them. "Varacian. Come with me. The others stay here." It was the voice of the menan from the car, the one that gave Demos the recruitment card.

    The other guard removed the pistols from the bodies of the dead guards and put one in Vel's pocket and one in Aleksandra's pocket. "Killing two guards and trying to escape from your cell? The two of you should be ashamed. You were probably going to get out here with no problems, but now... They probably had families you know."

    The two guards from the van then grabbed Demos and escorted him out of the cell and out of the jail. The door closed behind them and Vel and Aleksandra's cuffs deactivated. Aleksandra fell to the ground, staring at the bodies in complete shock. The two were left with quite the story to explain. It wasn't long before the lights in the room turned red and at least 10 armed guards rushed into the room with weapons drawn.
    "There are bad ways to win and good ways to lose. What's interesting and troubling is that it's not always clear which is which." - Grimsley

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    Zyanyas blood boiled as the man completely ignored what she said and got right to why she was here. Obviously this brute wanted to have an air of gentlemanly poise but he was just a pompous and self important bag of rubbish.

    As he inserted the truth serum she felt a strange sensation course through her body. Her head started to droop as a wave of dizziness overcame her and the vile man put a hand on her chin to stabilize her.

    She prayed to all the gods she was aware of that she could fight this and spin the truth to her favor.

    She spoke, slowly and slightly slurred but still confidant. "You are right. I'm a terrible liar anyway so you didn't even need this stupid stuff. I wasn't given very much detail before I joined my party, so you won't get much out of me. But I will say you are a vile and ugly man and you smell like pickled bandinuit hooves." She punctuated her statement with a wink and flopped her head down on the table."
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    Demos was shocked out of his anger as two soldiers burst in and killed the men guarding them. A smile came across his face when he realized who it was, but it quickly disappeared once he realized what was happening.

    "Killing two guards and trying to escape from your cell? The two of you should be ashamed. You were probably going to get out here with no problems, but now... They probably had families you know."

    Demos pulled as hard as he could on his cuffs, but could not break free. As they dragged him away, he shouted, "No! It is my job to protect the others and you will not keep me from that! Have you no honor?"

    Demos tried using his legs to kick or stall, but the soldiers were just as strong as he was, if not stronger, and he was weakened by his beating. "No!" he shouted, trying to look back.

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    Vel stood in horror his mouth wide pen, as the soldiers entered, killed, framed them, and left with Demos in what seemed an instant.

    Eve after they had gone, and the other guards rushed in, he stood motionless, trying to process what happened. He felt a gun against his head, and he looked over at Aleksandra as he prepared for the worst. He looked down the hall, and for a second thought about selling out Demos and the others, but something told him not to.
    There's a black crow sitting across from me
    His wiry legs are crossed
    He's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
    Whatever could it be
    That has brought me to this loss?

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    Despite Demos' struggle, the two soldiers dragged him down several winding corridors. He could hear yelling from his previous cell as guards rushed past him to respond to the chaos. The soldiers kept quiet until most of the guards had passed. "I had the liberty of looking at your file Demos Patras. A man like you needs order and structure. A reason to fight. A good cause." A familiar voice came from one of the guards. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions right now, but we don't have much time. I believe you will be a valuable asset to our cause and once I have time to explain myself, I think you will, likewise, believe in our cause. Because of that, I'm saving your life. Consider it a professional courtesy. I am sorry about your associates. They just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time." The voice finished as they continued down the halls.

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    "Come now Miss Istar. Such vulgar words to not fit a beautiful young lady such as yourself." the commander seemed somewhat perturbed by her comment. "Now, you are your parents only daughter correct? Your mother had issues conceiving if my memory serves me correct. Why would your intelligent and loving parents send their only daughter directly into harms way. Records show you came here from Enveen. Where are you headed and why did your parents, who funded this mission, send you?" Petras put both hands on the table and leaned in closer to Zyanya.

    "Your crew members, I've seen their type before. An ex-Varacian military man, a megazolis army general, an Almanel native, a few scientists. A classical example of artifact hunters, although normally there are more of you. You are headed into the badlands in search of artifacts, as are most of the people that XIR sends. So why on Ollarth would your parents send you? They could've picked any one else in your place, but they didn't." Petras hesitated and straightened his posture.

    "I don't have time for your games Miss Istar. What is special about this mission? Why are you here!?" the commander finished with a rather impatient tone.

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    "Be careful! They're armed!" one of the soldiers shouted as the others slowly approached. Despite the fact that their hands were now bound behind their backs, the guards were incredibly cautious. Vel was slowly approached by three guards. One of them struck Vel in the nose with his rifle. "You're a real sick son of bitch." followed by a kick to the gut. Meanwhile, several other guards approached Aleksandra. She got up and began to speak before another shot rung throughout the cell. Aleksandra screamed and fell back to the ground. Blood began to pool around her lower abdomen. The guards attention was then turned away from Vel as they all surrounded Aleksandra as she gasped for air.
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    Zyanya groggily lifted her head and gave a wicked grin before breaking out into laughter.

    "I have no clue! I begged my parents to let me go along on a trip for years! I thought they finally just gave in! I was under the impression that this was just another normal trip! Perhaps you know something I don't know! Why don't YOU tell ME the real truth!"

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    Demos calmed himself, surprised at the voice he heard, and the offer they made. But not for a second did he think of taking it. He instead switched his mind thinking of an opportunity to escape, and what he would do once he did. He didn't even know where they were, or where most of the team was, but he would figure it out.

    For now, he needed to escape.
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    Vel, flinched as the guards approached him, and just as he opened his eyes to look at them, he saw something coming towards him. Followed were two impacts, extreme pain, and Vel bent over, holding his stomach, gasping for air. A faint "I didn't..." was cut off by a loud gunshot. Vel looked up, and saw Aleksandra on the floor, a bullet wound in her belly.


    Another time, Another place

    The noise was deafening. Bullets, explosions, shouting. Dirt was kicked up in the air, and rained down on Vel, his yellow complexion barely visible under the mud and blood covering his face and uniform.

    "Medic!" he heard exclaimed. Vel ran behind a tank, which a group of soldiers were taking cover behind. On the ground was a soldier, a pool of red leaking form his belly. Vel knelt over him, and began sifting through his medical bag.

    It didn't look good, but getting shot in the stomach never was. It was also a shitty, painful way to die. If he were ever shot, Vel thought, he would want it anywhere but there.


    Here, Now

    "Alek!" he shouted. He got up and tried forcing his way through the guards to her, falling to the ground next to her. He looked her in the eye, and then he told her the same thing he had told that soldier a long time ago.

    "Everything's going to be alright,"
    There's a black crow sitting across from me
    His wiry legs are crossed
    He's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss
    Whatever could it be
    That has brought me to this loss?

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    "Damnit Jakov!" one of the guards yelled, presumably the captain as he began barking orders. "Get her to the medbay! If she dies, you'll be put on trial in her place Jakov. Take the other to a maximum security cell."

    The guards quickly began to move, taking Aleksandra and Vel down the hall. Vel saw Aleksandra get taken into a room marked as a medical office before he was guided left, further down another hall. He was accompanied by a guard he recognized as Jakov and another. Jakov was particularly rough, shoving Vel and giving him a harsh stare.

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    "We have information from a reliable source that says you and your crew were sent here as saboteurs to destroy our lovely city. Clearly, that would be a suicide mission. This means I must be missing something here. Why would your parents send their ONLY daughter to certain death? Help me to understand so I can release you and your friends. I will ask one more time miss Istar. Why are you here?" The commander's face grew increasingly annoyed by her laughter and refusal to cooperate.

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    Demos was lead to a large service elevator in a remote corner of the building by his captors. "Sasho, call the elevator." the guard in charge ordered as they came to a stop. "Yeah boss man." the other responded and began working on the nearby panel.

    A few seconds later, a deep rumble shook throughout the building. The warm yellow lights suddenly cut off and were replaced by red emergency lights. The rumbling continued and it felt as if the building was going to fall apart. "Fuck!" the familiar guard said under their breath. "Mirko, that asshole! I told him to wait. Sasho, we need that elevator now!"

    "I'm trying boss man! Everything is on back up power. Hold on... Got it, let's go!" Sasho said.

    The elevator door opened and Sasho got in. The other guard nodded for Demos to get in. "We don't have much time Patras. This place..."

    The screeching sound of bending metal filled the hallway as the elevator was crushed by what seemed to be another part of the building falling from above. Dust filled the air as the walls began to crack under some unseen pressure. "Patras, are you okay? We have to get out of here, the city is falling apart!" a faint voice barely made its way to Demos. His bindings were freed and his captors disoriented.

    This violent shaking was experienced by Zyanya as well. The commander jumped up "You are coming with me. Whatever you and your associates are playing at, you're going to help me stop it." He pulled Zyanya up by her head and pulled her along. Taking a left our of the interrogation room, they saw the hallway was completely gone. All that was left was the innards of the building and a deep hole. The commander looked in horror before turning around and going down another hallway.

    When the shaking hit Vel, there was hardly time to react before one of the walls exploded from some sort of impact and he was pelted with dust and debris. Coughing and yelling echoed throughout the hallways. It seems whatever this was affected the whole building. A hand firmly grasped Vel's ankle. "First you killed my friend, now my family, the least you could do is finish me off too." Peering through the dust, Vel saw Jakov, his body crushed under a pile of rubble and his voice weak and raspy.
    "There are bad ways to win and good ways to lose. What's interesting and troubling is that it's not always clear which is which." - Grimsley

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