. Thank you, thank you. *bows*



By the way, I'll need your profiles.



Chapter 1:Two Enemies Meet



The Freefall 357 drifted closer. Steel Tyar flipped a button and his ship soard toward Carrotus, heading fot the Turtle Base. As he neared the Base, he sighed and sat back in his seat. Time to settle with Lliath what they had begun years before. He remembered how he had sworn to serve under Lliath, until the treacherous turtle had betrayed him to the rabbits, telling them that Steel was the cause of all the trouble. Yes, he remembered it well. He scowled as the Freefall Sped toward the Turtle base. Lliath's suffering would be long and loud.



Coppertop slung her sword on her hip, climbing into the Assassin. She flashed a quick glance over her shoulder, watching the guard patrol leveling their blasters and shooting. She grinned as she watched them, muttering to herself, "Hah, dumb turtles! They think they can shoot my ship?" She piloted her ship into the sky, watching the turtles below until they were lost to sight. Her ship rose silently into the night sky until it broke through the atmosphere and into outer space. She headed toward Alfador, watching her scanners with an expert eye. The tall grey rabbit piloted perfectly, without a single mistake. Piloting was her life passion, she had been attached to it ever since her first flight. She was a mercenary, and sold her talents to the highest payer. Her waist long wavy black hair was held back by a copper scarf, her namesake, and she had deep green eyes that seemed to look through to your very soul. Her navy and white blaster she wore low on her left thigh. Her calf-high black boots were scuffed and her pants were black and she wore a dull green long sleeved shirt with a black tunic. Her piloting skills had got her out of many tight places, and she used her skills now to pull up sharply. A ship had materialized in front of her, brushing past the Assassin and barely missing it. She scowled at the ship, unable to see it's pilot. Whoever is piloting that ship sure does'nt know what he's doing, she thought as the ship swung around. She read the name on the side, that was emblazed in gold. The Nebular Web came at her again, and she swerved to one side, cleanly missing it. Whoever it was was turning again, coming back at her. Whoever it was was trying to kill her.



Nightshade glanced at her companion. Rapha Kahn had hardly said a word that day, and he seemed disturbed. She watched him intently, until he noticed her looking at him. "What's wrong, Kahn?" She asked hesitantly. "Ach, nothin t'worry your head 'bout, mah wee lassie." He replied. She scratched the bandage on her head, it itched. Kahn raised an eyebrow at her. "Och, now, lassie, dinnae scratch at that there bandage, or twill come off for sure, so twill." She sighed. "It's falling over my eyes, and flopping all over so much that it's tickling my ears, sah." "Weel now, what'd you rather, it not being there at all?"

"Hmmm. That might be a bit better, sah."

"Och, awa' whit ye, lassie. Ah doant rightly think you would."

"Why not, sah?"

"Jes' think, lassie. Twould be painful, and wouldnae stop bleeding, and ye'd get dust an' gravel in it. Twould be mighty sore, och, eh."

"Well, suppose you're right, sah. Doesn't stop it from itching, though."







That's all for now.