Cummon, guys, I need some profiles.



The Freefall 357 landed silently next to the Turtle Base. Steel opened the cockpit and jumped out, nodding to the turtle patrol. "Take me to Lliath." He said. The guard studied the black cloaked turtle.

"I aint seen yew b'fore."

"And I have'nt seen you before, or I'de remember your ugly face!"

The guard stepped foreward, prodding Steel with his spear. "I don't remember yew."

"Ah, but Llaith will, never fear. Oho, he will all right!"

"Who are yer?"

"I am Steel Tyar."

"How would His Lordship remember yew?"

"An old friend, but that's none of your business. I wish to see him."

"Yah, 'ow do I know Steel Tyar's not an alias?"

Steel's eyes flashed. "Now!"

The guard's nerve deserted him, and he stepped back at the ferociety and determination in his voice. "Ahm. . . follow me, sir!" As Steel approached Lliath's chamber, the guard smirked. "Heheh. Mightiness is in a foul mood, turtle. G'bye and the worst o' luck to yeh!"



Coppertop glanced at her rear scanners. The Nebular Web was coming back for another attack. She readied her ion cannons and targeted the silver ship. Firing steadily, she watched with grim satisfaction as the smaller ship spun out of control, directly into her tractor beam. The Nebular Web was pulled toward her ship by the sheer force of the beam. Moments later, the offending ship was aboard the Assassin.



Lliath cowered in a chair as Steel entered. It seemed a lifetime ago. . . a world ago. But he was here, here in his former master's chamber, his betrayer's chamber! Lliath watched fearfully as the hooded turtle came in.

"Sooooo. What's the master doing cowering in a corner, eh?"

He said mockingly, the least bit of sarcasm in his voice. His wicked features turned up in a grin. He bared his teeth at his former employer.

"Let me tell you a little story, about a poor little turtle who was betrayed by his master. . ." His voice trailed off as he watched his enemy's face. "Ah! I see you recognize me now," He watched Lliath, as the crocodile cringed in a corner. "Ha, you're acting more like a frighten kitten than the 'conqueror of the universe'! Well, now, time for us to settle this once and for all. . ."



In the circumstances, Lliath did the only thing he could. Watching Steel get closer, sword drawn, he fumbled with something in his pocket. Getting hold of the object, he pointed it at Steel, shouting, "Alfador!" And suddenly, a blue bolt hit Steel in the stomach and he dissapeared. Lliath gave out a shaky sigh and shoved the transporter back into his pocket. It had been a lucky hit-he hadn't even been aiming! He glanced out the window, the Nebular Web was still docked in.

"Guard!" His voice rang out like an iron knell, he was no longer the terrified 'kitten', as Steel had described him. If the bolt hadn't killed him, at least Steel was away. There wasn't much chance of surviving when a Transpolt hit you full force in the stomach. The guard arrived at the door in a hurry.

"Yes, Milord?"

"Where's my dinner? I want food!"

"Um, well, we're on a shortage of vittles, sir."

"Well, I'm hungry!"

"Sorry, sir! Nothing much we can do. The pesky rabbits are holding siege."

"Well, get out there and capture them, dimwit!I WANT MY FOOD!!!"

The blast blew the turtle's hair back (Turtles do have hair, don't they?)and he rushed out of the room, saluting vigorously and yelling behind him, "Yessir! Right away sir! Whatever you say sir!" As he left, he muttered under his breath, "Three bags full sir!"

Then Lliath was left alone with his thoughts, the deafening silence ringing in his ears.



Nightshade trudged up the mountain next to Kahn. She looked very unhappy, complaining about how she was tired.

"Owww, cummon, Kahn, lets rest before my legs wither up and shrivel. Look, I've got a stone in my paw."

"Oh, oh. Poor you."

"Oooooohhhhh, look at that stream. I wish I were a fish, then I wouldn't have to trudge along through this rock and sand all day, I'd get a proper wash whenever I wanted, and I'd have plenty to eat-"

"-Aaahhh, queit yore c'mplaneing, Night-"

"-But sah, breakfast was ages ago, about ten minutes, I think. . ."

"Oh, says th' poor shrivelled rabbit maid t'the ole hare. Ach, mah lassie, queit c'mplaneing!"

"Now you've got the idea, sah! I say, that looks like a nice spot to break for a snack, wot?"

"Och, b'quiet, lass. There're enemies abroad, och eh."

"Oh! Why didn't you say so before, sah?"

Kahn smothered a grin as he replied. "B'cause ah dinnae wanto interrupt th' pore liddle misfortunes that befall you, miss." Nightshade made a face at Kahn's back. She looked over the side of the mountain, and pulled away as everything dilated. "Whooo, I say, Kahn, don't look over the side of that mountain, sah."

"Dinnae plan to, mah pretty. Afeared o' heights, so ah am, and not afeared tae admit it, och aye."

Nightshade turned, surprised. "Oh, is this the great mountain hare Kahn speaking?" "So tis, miss."

They trudged along in silence for a few minuted. Suddenly, Kahn pulled Nightshade behind a large rock. "Shhh, miss. There be turtles near."

"How do you know, sah?"

"Och, keep yer voice down, miss. To answer your question, och, ah can smell turtles miles awa'. They dinnae never take baths, ye ken."

"Oh, certainly, sah! Blighters smell pretty rancid, wot?"









Thats all for now.