"A little kingdom. Far away." She looked under things and climbed over furnerature.
well how could you end up this far out?
"I see no Quick Draw. Interesting."
Questor responds by narrowing his eyes and charges in, sword raised. Hedret moves to block it, but the downward slash morphs into a little hop to the side, followed immediately by a thrust to the gut. Hedret barely manages to recover in time to block the thrust before wheeling into an attack of his own. He feints right, jabs towards the stomach, which is immediately blocked. Hedret smiles as Questor fell for the trap while whacking him upside the head with the scabbard. But Questor is just getting started. A flurry of upward and downward slashes sends Hedret back, tripping over his feet. The last slash fluidly changes into a series jabs aimed at distracting Hedret while an arrow is drawn from the quiver. While Hedret is busy parrying, Questor stabs downward at Hedret with the arrow. By pure luck, or possibly outrageous skill, the flat of Hedret's katana blocks the arrow. The two are now visibly tired and separate for a moment to catch their breath. Hedret opens his next attack with a quick jab, which is immediately blocked. However, Hedret again whacks Questor upside the head, wondering why Questor fell for the same trick twice. But Questor was fully expecting the scabbard this time and took advantage Hedret only having one hand on the sword. In a seemingly simultaneous motion, he grabs the sword arm while immediately thrusting at the same arm. Right before the sword reaches the arm, a scabbard parries the blow and Questor is stunned by Hedret's quick recovery. Hedret then manages to get in a minor cut on Questor's left arm, but he then finds himself backpeddling from the onslaught of Questor's rapier. All of a sudden, Questor tosses his sword up in the air, rolls between Hedret's outspread legs, catches the sword, and brings it across his neck, all in one fluid motion.
"You truly are Morgan Jax. Pe Ell knew you would come back."
"Pe Ell is still alive too?"
"Yes. But first, your weapons. Except for my naginata. I want that one back.
"Awww... I liked the naginata. I had a good bit of fun with that."
"It WAS my weapon originally."
"Hmph." Questor replaces his Nobleman's Rapier with Sajina, and recovers the book of magic he hid here long ago.
Okami perked up his nose and ears, and Shiranui knew they were finding someone. He then saw a boy and a girl. The boy looked like he had a blue sword drawn, waiting for them. Okami stopped and skidded to a stop. Shiranui drew his katana and dagger, Okami crouched and snarled malevolently, canines glinting in the sunlight, and Kusa surrounded his hands in Blue Fire, ready for a fight.
Jack's voice echoed throughout the tower. He climbed down the stairs at a vigorous pace, Stella close behind him. He reached ground level, and continued down.
What people failed to realize was that the tower extended for an extreme distance up into the sky, out of the planet's atmosphere, while it ALSO extended downwards through the ground, all the way to the other side of the planet. Jack didn't know whether it emerged onto land or into the sea; he didn't like to think about what would happen when one climbed down to the point where gravity was reversed, near the center. The laws of physics themselves would surely go mad. He would go down and find out, one day, before he died. Maybe that would be how he died.
Now, here's what else Jack didn't know. The tower was not a tower. It was a universal stone complex of transportation. The past, advanced race that had built Neo City had, in fact, been capable of feats far beyond comprehension. In an attempt to change the solar system for their own gain, they had built what they called The Transit. What Jack didn't know was that, if he continued to climb upwards in the tower, he would eventually reach space, and become weightless. If he continued in that direction still, he would reach the surface of another planet. The planets in the system no longer rotated on their own. The Civilization had changed that. The whole system now rotated as a unit. The Transit extended into every planet in the system, through them to the next planet in line. Nobody knew this, probably for the safety of the system; if people knew about this, they would try to use the Transit to bring civilization to the other planets, effectively ruining the nature of said planets. The Civilization hadn't wanted that.
Jack had built his own section of the Transit. A half-mile below the surface, a large room opened up on the side of the tower. In this room, Jack's secret stood. A large submarine, built by the Civilization and found centuries later by Jack. Jack had painted a large, white Gemini mask on one side of the front, as his own touch. Jack and Stella climbed aboard. The submarine was released into a lagoon of water and it shot forward into a very long tunnel. After moving forward for about and hour, the submarine began to slow down. They had almost reached their destination.
This is something that Jack DID know: The Sacred Lake at the center of the continent was originally considered sacred because it seemed that there was no bottom of the Lake; no matter how far people dived, it seemed that the lake continued downwards forever. People had died in the past because of their mad desire to find the bottom; they would dive a few hundred feet, barely scratching the surface, and drown. People said it lead to Hell. Jack laughed at this. He didn't know how far down it went; maybe it DID go to hell, but Jack sure knew it wasn't infinitely deep, as some people claimed.
About a half mile under the surface of the lake, a wall opened up in the side of a rock. Jack's submarine emerged into the darkness and began to climb upwards.
"Yeah. We were trying to find a place to stay. We have to head out once more though. Soon. I apologize." She smiled and picked the doll Kylo up, holding it against her chest.
hmmmm......you wouldent mind if me and reborn tagged along with you....would you?
"or we could ask why they are standing watching us and looking like they want to kill us" stood up and continued to stare at them.
Kusa nudged Shira and whispered, "They haven't made a move yet... What now?" Shira whispered back, "They're eyeing Okami pretty suspiciously, and that's a good thing. I can alway rely on him." Shiranui affectionately scratched behind Okami's ears, and Okami sat happily on his haunches, tongue lolling out. Seeing this, the strange people in the distance walked cautiously forward, weapons lowered. Kusa dissipated his Blue Fire, and Shiranui had sheathed his katana to pet Okami.
Kusa looked back at the wreckage and responded, "I'm afraid I must apologize for the initial hostility; strangers as yourselves are rare here... Your dress, weaponry and technology are completely alien to us, and we were naturally suspicious. We're simply orphans living off the Areyu Forest, and hoping to exact revenge against the Marauders who slew the members of my father's village and Shira's parents. We know nothing of the fate that befell your ship, I'm sorry."
Shira turned his attention to the odd pair and offered a suggestion: "You have a mystery to solve, and we have people to hunt down. They may be linked cases; the Marauders are more dangerous lately. And I've heard a myth about a Tower of Salvation that will destroy darkness in Jawari that's located around the Sacred Lake. Maybe the Tower's connected to outer space?
"it could be possible that the tower does go into space" Keith looked at Trintity for a moment before continuing "we saw a large tower before we crashed entering the atmosphere"
"Pe Ell... he was amazing with his katana, Sajina, which he decided to leave here, thinking you would need it more."
"Yeah. Really. Anyways, he left about 10 years ago. He said he discovered the evidence for some large island out to the east and was determined to find it. I was supposed to stay here and help you finish things here."
"But, before we go, we'll need some rest. Some sleep will do wonders to us both."
And it gives me more time to get over the past and finally live in peace again.
Shira looked strangely at the word "Jedi." He didn't know what it meant, but he knew what Keith felt when he rescued Trinity; Shiranui had found Kusanagi only a hundred yards away from the smoldering remains of his village, face-down in the muddy hill behind a bush. But thinking about that didn't change his confusion about what a Jedi was, and so he asked.
Shira eyed Keith's lightsaber. "I'm guessing you guys learn some swordfighting, huh? We'll have to go blade-to-blade sometime; my katana's unusually strong, so it doesn't break. A forger I showed it to said the blade's made of titanium and... Cortosis, was it?"
Kusanagi decided to take the honor. "I'm Kusanagi, sole surviving member of the Kitsune Clan. My people were in communion with the Kitsune, the fox spirits who had a mythical connection with strange possession powers and control over Blue Fire. Shiranui here was orphaned at the age of three, so he has no apparent lineage. Okami, the Giant Wolf, is twelve years old, but by his species' standard, he's only just past the puppy age. The three of us wander the Areyu Forest and kill Marauders, if they're not too tough for us.
Crow was watching the two groups split up.
"When should I make my move? Are they on my side? Or...."