Favorable? What does favorable mean?



DAY 2



The desert was shaped diffrently that morn. Familiar landmarks, swept away into the swirling sands. Whole villages swallowed up, mountains smashed. Such was the might of a sandstorm.



"Meet species #3433: Knn." Seraph spoke loudly to the students of the clan. She paced near a holo-emmiter, one of the few on Carrotous. It showed a green tinted image of a standard, male Knn. The Knn were quite rabbit like, they stood three feet taller, however, at eight feet, they had larger muscles, no ears. They only had three toes on each foor and four fingers, all ending in spikes. And there eyes, though not consistent throught the species, were always a single color.

"We have limited information about them, but we have been able to salvage some from downed Deahtflies...and keep it hidden from the Imperials." The image switched from the scowling Knn to a red, dry planet.

"They hail from Knnryshaa, a desolate, rocky, desert like, high iron content planet. They lived peaceful lives, at a mid tech level, for thousands of years, until a leader, named The Demon, came to them from off world. He united them as a militaristic nation, and began construction of the massive warfleets. Those who did not follow him, were put to death..." The screen switched to an image of the Bloody Hills, a place on Knnryshaa where insubordinates were executed by tying limbs too far apart on 'T' shaped structures...so that the diaphram would rip. Thousands like this, lined up on the hills.

"Our mission, as a clan, while primarily to wage a succesionatory war aginst the other clans, it could also be stated that it is our charge to free Carrotous from the Knn by killing The Demon...and consiquentally, free the Knn, aswell. Such is our responsibility as the single greatest military force on Carrotous."

Seraph's eyes drifted behind her students, to see Tymen standing outside, making the 'come' motion.

"Ah...well that's all for today, you're assignment for next week is give me a full bioanalaysis of the Knn cell structure." With a good deal of noise, they all filtered out of the defunct classroom. Once they were all gone, Tymen strode in.

"You teach?"

"Only what's nesecary for a succesful clan." Tymen nodded, as he came closer to Seraph.

"So...what do you need, Tymen?"

"I want to meet this person who is going to give us thease...anti-radiation ships."

"You don't trust me do you?" Seraph chuckled.

"Not as far as I can through you." They both laughed, but then Seraph stopped dead in the middle, with a grim expression.

"You're gonna start to trust me if you want to have a chance to survive on my ship."

"Uh, yes sir, uh, ma'm." Tymen nearly jumped a foot back, he was so frightened.

"That's better, now follow me, I'll show you the guy."



As they walked amid the streets of Arean Daroth, they both reveled in the beautiful, beige tint everything now had, blasted by sand to above a milimeter of the true surface. They walked for about ten minutes in the city, as people on banckas and carrigaes, even a few wealthy on hovercraft, mingled about in the large city.

They came apoun a small shop, totally exposed to the open, so anyone could just walk in, only protection from the sun was a sandy cloth that was extended out by two sticks. There were two fighters and a big ship in the hanger like place. A lot of workers were on the small, inside of the building, and one was outside, energy melding something. Strangely enough, this is the one Seraph approached.

"Eh, Seraph, how's it hanging?" The rabbit dropped his plasma welder and pulled up his face sheild.

"Good, Kazooie, real good." This, 'Kazooie' was not a rabbit at all, but rather a bird, a red bird.

"Come to take you're ship early? It's not ready yet."

"No...I just have someone here who didn't believe there was a ship like this." Tymen walked up and weakly waved.

"Hi."

"Heya there, m'names Kazooie, you?"

"I'm Tymen." He replied weakly.

"Ah." Kazooie nodded.

"So...you have a ship that can get us off this planet?" Tymen pondered, his eyes exploring the hangar.

"Yea, this is her, right here." We walked up to the largest ship, that was the length of the entire hanger, with the smaller fighters tucked under it. It had a pointed cockpit, with a long sleek back and swept back wings, and multipule kidney shaped engines all in a clump in the back. It had the word 'Penultimate' on the side.

"So...how does it work?" Tymen waved his hand in the air as he questioned.

"It creates a pocket of subspace energy at the front and then shoots it out. The anti-energy will distrupt the radiation long enough for the ship to escape. It's a relatively simple technology, I even equipped a smaller one on the fighter in it's bay." Kazooie stroked it's hull with his wing, absorbing the beauty of his own creation.

"So, how long till it's ready?" Seraph questioned

"Ah, another day."

"What do you need to do?"

"There are some, how shall I say, quirks with the Hyper-Drive, it's a very old one we salvaged at the beggining of the war from a Knn Frogship."

"Wait...what's a Frogship?" Tymen asked, still very new to this world.

"It's one of the specialized fighters, it can maneuver better, fly faster, and shoot with more power than a standard fighter, plus it can jump to Hyper-Space."

"Ah ha...so there is there... any more Knn technology on the ship?"

"You bet, it's about 25% Imperial technology, 25% Konitar technology, and 50% Knn technology." The bird tallied off.

"That much..." Tymen backed off a bit.

"Don't worry, I'm sure there no bugs in it."

"Hm, well, that ship better be ready, Kazooie." Seraph said, as she began to walk away.

"Don't you worry." They both departed the hanger, and began walking back down the sand laiden city, the sun about a quarter away from noon.

"So, uh, Seraph...why'd you wait around for people like us to get of this planet and get that ah...Symballen's Archon...I mean, couldn't you have sent a troop of you're officers as soon as you found out about it?" Tymen broke the silence, turning to Seraph.

"My officers? I can't trust them any farther than I can throw them." Seraph stated coldly, but with a small smile, mimicing Tymen's earlier words.

"And...why choose us?"

"Because...I don't know...it just seemed like the right decision." Her voice trailed off, falling into the noise of the city.

"Seems a lot of this mission is riding on faith."

"So it would seem." They continued down, now within a few feet of the hotel.

"You feeling alright?" Seraph asked Tymen, as he rubbed his temples.

"I've just got a headache."

"From what?"

"Bit of a hangover."

"So you did get my gift."

"I'll just do without it next time, eh?" Tymen walked off into the building.

....

"You could atleast say thank you!"



"And...what do you call this again?" Tyio asked with a edge, sneering.

"Being street urchins." BlackSheep stated.

"Ah yes...joy..." Tyio was near exasperation. Not intrested in the slightest, he changed his intrest to the waning light, as the sun refracted across the clouds in the most perfect shade of orange. He noticed, then also, how the light lined up perfectly in a tiny slit between two buildings as compared to where he was standing. And then the light, his something quite shiny, and shone a beam of light straight into his eye...for a split second.

"Well if that isn't singular." Tyio pondered, deciding to go check it out...nothing better to do besides this 'street urchin' thing. From his pockets he pulled out steel climbing claws, relics from his Akael, before the dark. Quickly fitting them over his hands, he lept to the side of the building he was near, scampered up, and then lept across the street.

"Hey...where'd Tyio go?" Ducky pondered.



The Demon was quite annoyed. His first officer had pulled him away from his... duties...just to meet someone who had come aboard. He shouldn't have do deal with such trivial matters. But then he insisted and what not. He had spent the last fiveteen years focousing his physical and spiritual energies for the ultimate battle he knew would come soon. He hadn't come out of his chambers in nearly a month, and his subordinate Knn were frightened of his sever expression, someone was going to die.

"My lord, I'm so glad you came." The first officer Knn said, noting that the Demon was adorned in his finest, a steel mask across his mouth and nose, showing his pure yellow eyes, with silvery hair, and large blocks of black metal armor covering most of the rest of his body.

"This had better be very important!" The Demon hissed.

"It is my lord."

"You shouldn't have called me from my chambers!"

"It won't happen again, my lord."

"I'll be sure of that," he turned around, "guards, kill him!" The first officers eyes grew wide, and he was about to flee in terror, when two bolts of energy seared through his chest, and he slumped to the floor, leaving a buring hole straight through him. The Demon, smiling grimly(though none could tell, since his face was hidden) turned to see what was so very important.

"You! What are you doing here again!" The Demon hissed.

"I"m trying to help you." Asari chuckled, looking with contempt at The Demon.

"Oh really...how could you help me?"

"I know where the first piece of the map is hidden...and where the people who are going to take it are." The Demon's eyebrows raised at this.

"Indeed...where at?"

"Not that easy, I want a ship, a fast ship, with losts of firepower and enough supplies to last me a month." The Demon contemplated for a moment.

"Fair enough, I'll see to it." Asari nodded, and they replied,

"It's in Arean Daroth, and there hiding with the clan Konitar."

"Excellent."



Tyio lept through the glass city, swining on poles and leaping off walls.

"Haha!" He shouted with joy, as he kicked of the side of a building, then scampered up another, the left building that housed the slit.

"Okay...time to find that...thing." Using the multiple ledges and outcroppings on the tall building he navigated up and down the slit. He prowled it for near ten minutes, until he finally found it, wedged tightly between the two buildings.

"There you are." He attempted to grab it, but it emenated an explosion, destroying his metal claws. The shock caused him to loose his footing, and he teetered of the side of the building, until he snatched a gargoyle, and pulled himself back, hugging the side of the building. After reaffirming his grip, he edged closer to it, using but one hand to grab it, the other wrapped around and outcropping.

This time, it came without any resistance, and Tyio was finally able to inspect what it was. Felt like a heavy rock, but all he could see was the note pinned to it, which read,

In lands of yore, in better days

before time was welded before away

a place was hidden in a center of gray



Fired by God and forged by angel

was a place that could save us all from hell

where the water people dwell



To arive there upon, by raft or ship

ye must take to heart what comes from my lip



Travel all that made from clay

to the four worlds, before time is welded away

that hidden in a center of gray

is a place that could save us all from hell

where the water people dwell



That certainly stirred something unwanted and grim inside Tyio, so he ripped the note off, dropping it hundreds of feet below, deep into the city. It was attached to something that looked like a piece of pie, with the lower part being rounded and the two, jagged sides leading to a point. It could very well fit in his palm. It was largely forged of crystal(so that's what made the light...but how if the note was covering it) but the far left side was partially a deep, red rock. Etched into it was A sphere at the tip, and then a grid, and about fourty of the squares away was a concave sphere, with a circle around it. On one side of the sphere at the tip were three triangles, all tight together.

"Well what does this mean?" He pondered it a moment, then stuck it into his pocket. Maybe Tymen, or Seraph would have some insight into it. Then he realized the depth of his plight.

"How do I get down from here?!"



"Today...the granola took a sudden downturn, with large quantites of wheat all over the Great Plateau."

Ducky flipped through the channels.

"Not the blinking weather, turn it to something more intresting." BlackSheep hissed, sitting down, sipping some carrot juice.

"But the granola report is always intresting..." Ducky made the sad puppy face.

"Gah, give me that!" Tymen snatch the remote, and changed the channel.

"Now, isn't she gorgeous! Look at 'er tail! Anyway, this is the REALLY dangerous part!" A blonde haired rabbit in a beige safari outfit said to the screen, looking at a deadly deep swamp Garngresk. About that time Tyio barged in, looking rather frazzled.

"Hey...what happened to you?" Ducky asked.

"I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!" He shouted, before charging into the bathroom.

"What's eating him?" BlackSheep wondered.

"Krikey, he's got me arm!" The rabbit on t.v. screamed.