Seth & Sukora reunion

[The Librarian]

[Sukora] [She had done well not getting herself killed. Though probably in a way that wasn’t so impressive. She had been pretty much a miserable bitch to the poor tyrant. The attempt to lock her up had ended in a destroyed tent and permission to walk around outside. She was able to at least stretch her legs and relax. She couldn’t necessarily leave but she would take what she could get. She was surprised she didn’t end up getting a good slap. Maybe it was because he was still kind of young? Whatever. She would continue to take advantage where she could. Why did she always attract evil pains in the asses? She stretched her arms up as she glanced to the sky. It was sunny out now. The blast of sand a few hours early was only about 30 minutes long. It left the town a dusty mess though. She glanced to the stalls as they still found pockets of sand. Lucky for her she drank her way through that storm. Though after all this walking around she was considering another drink. She had her dark hair pulled up into a bun on the back of her head while tendrils of hair danced around her face. Slowly freeing themselves. She had on a light cotton dress. Dark purple in color with a simple silver chain belt around her hips. It reached around her knees. She didn’t enter this planet in this ridiculously simple yet useless outfit. But it was what she was offered to ware. She didn’t have any other jewelry besides the matching necklace and bracelet. Too bad it all made her stand out. It didn’t help that her other accessory was a big ass bastard and his BFF walking behind her. Complements of the overload of idiocy. Well she kind of did it to herself. She only had one to start. After the tent ordeal though that was ended pretty quick. She glanced behind her as hazel eyes pin pointed her ‘tails’. “Don’t you have better shit to do?” she asked getting aggravated. Why did she get herself in the middle of this dumb shit all the time? Good god she was just like her damn children. Just a whole other level. The men didn’t respond. They were in full desert garb. Covered head to toe. Lucky bastards. They didn’t say much but did stop her when she tried to leave the village. Babysitters. They must be getting fed up with her though. ]

Siege{Chaos} why in the hell did he walk everywhere when he had access to transportation that could take him around at something more than a foot pace? Well, he enjoyed it for some odd reason. Something in the back of his mind told him that wandering was right, and he listened to whatever that something was. Tree hours digging around in the scrapyard, and he had managed to find a decent pack full of supplies that would come in handy when he got home. There were larger pieces as well, but he was going to have to take a truck in to get that stuff. So now he found himself on his way from the City of Ways, heading into the desert that he called home. As usual, he stopped at one of the smaller settlements on his way. These places were all full of outlaws and dangerous folk who didn't like what little order was imposed in the city, but he never had much of an issue with them. A few fights early on had set things straight, and now they left him alone. Besides, some seemed to recognize him from earlier. No one ever had much information on his past, but he had apparently been well known enough to be feared. He had been making more and more trips these last few weeks. In part it was because he needed to stock up on supplies, but it was mostly because things seemed to be moving. The various factions on Freysten were moving, and those off world had taken notice. Seth hadn't been near the citadel yet, but he had run into more than a few recruitment squads of Fold as they traversed the planet. That and the proximity of the Kairet spire to his home made him nervous. Those creatures were definitely not on the friendly end. Deciding that he needed a moment to relax before heading deeper into the desert, he headed for the nearest watering hole and pushed through the door. There seemed to be the usual assortment of toughs and rough edged people around. He took a set at what passed for the bar, and ordered a drink, with a large glass of water on the side. Yeah he liked the alcohol better, but the water washed the dust out more efficiently.

[Sukora] [Hazel eyes cascaded over the group of people in the bar as she entered. The men behind her seemed to have approved of her choice because the two found a table to relax at away from her. She would glance back at them and click her tongue. What the hell was she going to do with this shit? She did start to head for the bar but something caught her eye as a male came in. It was odd the sensation that went through her. The hair on the back of her neck would stand up and she would fell her hearing fade as the blood pounded through her. She wouldn’t be able to help the fact that she was blatantly starting at the male that had entered. He looked exactly like Seth. However, Seth would have known she was there. He would have reacted to her in some way… He didn’t even seem to notice her. The name that came to mind gave her the chills but also an anger that warmed her blood to a boil. But why would he parade around in Seths skin? She would finally get her legs working as she walked to the entrance of the bar and moved to be on the other side of it. No one was really going to tell a female that looked like Sukora she couldn’t do it so she slipped in pretty easy. She walked up and had to pause a second before she got in front of him. She be damned if he didn’t look exactly like Seth. The bastard tricked her before, maybe he was tricking her again… But now that she knew he was here she couldn’t go back. Just in case he followed her. Not with the kids back with the Aquarians. If Anarchy was here then that meant that Seth didn’t make it through the battle… She grabbed the counter with both hands as she stood before this ass hole. Looking at him as she studied him. Waiting to see his reaction. If she lived through this, she had shit to say to this prick.]

Siege{Chaos} took a large swig of his drink as it arrived, and then chugged down his glass of water to wash out the dust from the trip here. He set the glass down and took another swig of his real drink before becoming aware of a woman standing in front of him looking at him as if she wanted to pick up the bad and hit him with it. He didn't know her, or at least he didn't think he did, but apparently she had a reason to be extremely angry with him. Since she was boring holes through him with her eyes, he looked back, trying to see if he could figure something out about the situation, about why she seemed so angry. She was pretty, definitely pretty, and he found himself enjoying simply looking at her. There was something though, something familiar. The more he looked her over, the stronger a twinge grew in the back of his mind expanding into a suddenly explosive headache. Wincing slightly at the pain, he finally turned his eyes back to meet hers. “Do I know you?”

[Sukora] [She waited a second after that question before she reacted. The damn male forgot about her. Seth wouldn’t forget about her. Not in her mind. How do you forget about a woman that beat the shit out of you as often as she did? Pretty much any time he left her for long periods of time and that happened quite a bit. Or when he pissed her off. That happened quite a bit as well. She watched him wince as she decided how to react. Maybe he was injured? Maybe she had a damn chance in getting even with this prick. It would save the kids later on and if he killed Seth… Lord knows she would find a way to get even. Even if she just get him indigestion. “Forgot huh?” She would almost purr but there wasn’t one thing ‘sweet’ about the situation. “How about I help you?” She would ask him. Her arm shifted as the necklace faded away almost and her arm changed into that black a purple armor that was designed just for her. It reached up to her shoulder before it stopped. She would tap the protected fingers as she tilted her head. “Nothing yet? How about this?” She asked and with that she would swung. Hitting him as hard as she could square in the face. Letting the years of fear, anger and worry out in that quick hit. She wouldn’t be satisfied with just that though. The men at the table didn’t’ bother to get up. She wasn’t in trouble and she wasn’t leaving so what the hell did they care? ]


Siege{Chaos} Forgot about her? Well he had forgotten about everything. That was the problem, he didn't remember anything before he woke up a few years ago. He had pieced together several bits, but most of what he found had managed to do little more than worry him. People that remembered him were often to afraid to give him any information, or unable to due to some outside influence. Whatever had taken his memories had done a hell of a job. He winced again as flashes went through his mind, half thoughts and memories that were faded near to black. There were pieces, but not enough yet for him to make anything out. “Forgot what?” What did she expect him to remember? Ooooo, pretty bracelet, and another twinge in his mind, causing him to flinch just in time to catch the swing across the face and collapse to the floor. At least that would have been the case if he hadn't had to pass through several tables and chairs on his way to the floor. He groaned slightly and rolled himself over, pushing slowly to a sitting position. “I take it we know each other?” He probably deserved it.

[Sukora] [She would raise a brow looking confused as the male went flying across the room. What the hell? Did she just send that prick Anarchy across the room. With little to no problem? Well, isn’t that convenient. She would let her arm shift back and the necklace would appear around her neck again a she walked around the bar. Taking her time now as she let her mind race through the situation. How the hell did she manage that? She certainly didn’t get stronger so this prick got weaker. It almost made her disappointed that he sat up so quick though. I guess she would have to take what she could get. She didn’t’ bother to glance around the bar that was more than likely watching the two with interest. Some probably ready to beat the two of them down for fucking with their seats. Good thing they put on a good show. She heard his comment and snorted. Blood still boiling. “You’re a real piece of shit you know that?” She snapped as she walked up to him now with her arms down at her side. She was half tempted to just blast him to bits. However, the idea of beating the ever living shit out of him just sounded like a better idea. Her right leg would transform now. The necklace transforming as she would next attempt to kick him in the side. She was ready to turn this into a fight that reminded this prick and then make her feel better about what he had done to her. If she killed him? Icing on the cake…]

Julian~Tiberone would step into the bar, his hat tilted downwards as he moved in. Moving to a table in the far back, Julian would take a seat. Pulling a cigar from his pouch, Julian would light it, before taking a few puffs. As Julian titled his hat upwards, he would spot a shadow moving his direction. "...so, you actually decided to show your slimey face around here..." Julian would say, taking in another huff. "Well Julian, I had to show up eventually...did you, do the job?" his client would ask. "...yeah, I'd say it's done. Your "friend" won't be causing any more trouble...now, bout my pay..." Julian would say with a scoff, leaning forward in his seat, his hand extended. Julian would feel a card slipped into his hand, in which case, he would lean back again. "500,000 like I promised Julian..." the client would say, with a nervous chuckle. "...you know, John, your friend paid me a million creds when I reached him...maybe he thought I'd come and kill you!" Julian would say with a loud cackle, banging his hand on the table. "However...you know how I work: When I get paid, I get the job done..." With an ear splitting crack, Julians LifeGuard revolver would be out of its holester, the barrel already smoking as several rounds pierced his target through the abdomen, chest, and neck. With that, things went silent again. No doubt, eyes would be turned on him. "...free round on the house..." Julian would say, moving his cigar back to his lips to take another puff

Siege{Chaos} Gotten weaker? That was an understatement. For the first time ever in their interactions, Sukora was the physically stronger of the two, at least with her armor activated. He put a hand to the side of his face as he sat there watching her cross the room toward him. Apparently he had done something to royally piss her off, and he really wished he knew what it was. This was almost a welcome change of pace though, most people that knew him avoided him. This woman apparently knew who he was from before, and was more than willing to stick around. Whatever had happened between the two must have been important. As she spoke, he gave her a slightly embarrassed, slightly helpless look. “I'm sorry?” Apparently he hadn't spoken soon enough, as a kick sent him rolling across the floor. If he had been standing, and not confused as hell, he might have been able to dodge. Apparently today was whack a Seth day. Pushing himself to a kneeling position, he used a chair to pull himself back up to his feet. He was regaining his equilibrium when he turned back to her. “Would you please stop hitting me and tell me what's going on?” The gunshots were heard, but a quick look told him that they were not his problem at the moment.

[Sukora] [His problem was the raging female. Not the gun. Not today at least. She would watch him as he rolled after that well placed kicked. Huh, she was kind of proud of herself. She was doing a damn good job of knocking this prick around. Too bad she was confused on what had happened to make him this weak. She walked towards him after she glared. Thinking about the apology he gave her. “Sorry?” she asked with a snap in her voice. What kind of idiot says sorry after raping someone? What the hell is going on? She listened to what he said next and looked at him like he was crazy. ‘Would you please… ?’ What the hell was going on? “Do you seriously not remember Anarchy?” She would snap at him. “You hiding in Seth’s form isn’t going to save you anymore bastard.” She would say as she allowed her arm to transform once more. Pulling her arm back again she stepped forward with this punch. Hopefully with him standing he will live through it.]

Siege{Chaos} Well the angry woman was still advancing. Apparently asking nicely wasn't going to get him out of this situation. He had apologized, but not knowing what he was apologizing for was not going to help him. “Who is Anarchy?” The name didn't mean anything to him, but the part about hiding in Seth's form was even more confusing. Hiding in Seth's form? He was Seth. What was going on with this woman? This time he was ready for the punch, partly because she took the time to pull back, and partly because he saw her arm transforming again. As she swung, he stepped to the side and in, bringing him dangerously close to her. “I don't know who you think I am, but my name is Seth.”

Jade`Tacreon Overhead what would start a distant, thruming drone would grow into the recognisable sound of a heavy repulsor lift engine beating away hard at gravity's eternal pull. The cargo skiff had a recognisable taint that was more felt reverberating in the chest cavity than actually heard. The organocrete sheet panels of the outlying bar's roof would rise in a clattering melody as they were shaken violently against their nano-silicate bonds and each other by the repulsors pulsing down thrust as it swung overhead... despite the deafening cloudless thunder there was another, equally distinctive sound, cutting through the maelstrom. weapon's fire . Heavy reports of some kind of repeating rifle hammering out death and a somewhat less placable sound that was somewhere between a laser discharge and a grenade leaving the tube 'thum'. Voices lost to the engine that now whined into a piercing rise as it seemed to be struggling for some reason before cutting out all together amidst a raptous explosion that shook the dust off all the good top shelf booze. There was the sound of mechanical groans and metal distressed as it warped out of shape as the heavy chunk of metal only pictured in the minds eye above the bar careened it's way from immediate earshot...a bare few seconds of peace before there was that strange weapon sound again, two, three and so on nearly into double figures as a chunk of the roof panels warped inwards in heavy, punch like motions quickly working through the color spectrum as they superheated... a final fair in the rapid cluster sent a jumble of roof debris almost 4 foot across and roughly circular shattering inwards to spread and shatter across the floor like a dropped tea cup. Almost instantly followed by a person, hitting the ground in a flash of dirty black duster and highlighted streaks of hair. She rolled as soon as she landed on the deck to escape the still glowing portions of roof panel before standing up, suppressing a wince as multiple places all protested at the motion... she glanced around with a wry smirk and assuming nobody just up'd and tried to shoot her would holster the sidearm at her right thigh, dusting herself off...."Nobody panic, I'm alright and everything is under control..." No sooner would the last word escape her lips than the ground shuddered in the mini quake that could only of been the skiff crashing to it's final resting place, nearby outside in that unforgiving desert...at that she gave a mock wince..."That...probably had nothing to do with me"... before protests or anger could form into action or words she'd stalk to the bar, caring little for the eyes of the patrons and offer the barkeep a loaded credit chip with a sly wink..."For the roof"....the sum would be more than enough to earn a pardon... best of all, it was some other poor fools credits. <e>

Julian~Tiberone eyes would dart up to Jade as she...well came crashing in would be too oblivious to what was really going on...regardless, Julian couldn't help but crack a smile. If she would catch eyes or an exchange of looks from him, Julian would be waving for her to come join him in the booth. If she drew near, Julian would reach his leg across and kick the corpse out of the seat across from him. "Please, sit." Julian would say with a smirk, leaning back and taking yet another puff from his cigar

[Sukora] [What the hell was going on with this damn male? She was starting to wonder if he seriously forgot. But when he asked who Anarchy was she did start to doubt herself. But if it wasn’t Anarchy who the hell could it be? She simply was refusing the idea that it could be Seth and he just forgot about her. Was it that long? Was it long enough for him to forget. She followed through with the punch and went to turn and swing when he spoke. Could that be Seth? She grabbed him by the shirt and went to say something but the whole freaking place seemed to be going to hell in a hand basket. She would have to glance up to see what was going on but eyes shot to the corner where the two men were. They were fixated on what was going on. It was her moment! She heard the crash as the female fell to the ground but that would be the point where she slipped out. She still had ‘Seth’ by the shirt when she stepped out and would release him when she got outside. She turned to look right at him. Her hand coming up as she pointed at him. “I don’t believe you. I don’t know who you are but I doubt he could forget about me if he tried.” She would say in a quiet voice and then headed down into the crowded street. Thankfully the woman’s interesting entrance had created an opportunity to ditch dumb and dumber. The streets were filled with people coming out to see what the hell was going on. Hopefully she could slip down the road unnoticed at this point. Her mind burned over that damn male though. What the hell was going on?]

Siege{Chaos} this place was starting to get a lot of attention, drawing the focus off of the woman who was currently trying to kick Seth's ass. He would have paid more attention to he others entering the place in such a flash, but he was currently fighting with the flashes in his mind that were causing him to wince as his head tried to crack itself open to the acid could be dumped into his brain. He had been smooth stepping past the punch. Hell, he had thought about sneaking in a quick kiss for the pretty lady, but the newest flash of brain pain completely killed that idea. By the time he stopped seeing bright lights and feeling sandpaper inside his skull, he found himself outside as the woman let go of his shirt. What? How in the hell? Why did she drag him out here, and why was he still standing? He focused as much as possible on the woman who was confusing him to no end. He sighed. “I forgot everything. I forgot so much I don't even know where I'm supposed to start looking for the answers to fill in the blanks.” She had stopped hitting him now, but she still knew something. Fighting back a fresh wave of pain in his head, he stumbled after her. “Who are you?”

Jade`Tacreon The barkeep raised a brow and shot her a look that was a mix between amused and confused...' think nothing of it Mr Ayatami..... anything to drink?' ..... so she'd not got around to wiping the ident-encoding on the chip, been kind of a hectic day. She just smirked back and ordered her usual, galaxy wide, it's ingredients were nearly universal and it kicked like a mule..perfect. She did indeed catch Julian's eye as he motioned that she join him... his previous table partner clearly didn't have rave reviews about the experience but then overly cautious was not really something she'd every been accused of. So, once her drink arrived she wandered across with an evilly bright green drink in a long slender glass that fizzed from the bottom and had a semi transparent fog drifting from the top. She helped herself to the offered seat and put her booted feet up on the table, leaning back as she looked to Julian.

[Sukora] [Oh my lord! What the hell was with this guy? She would glance behind him as she looked back ahead of her and ducked down a small street and walked down until the next street. She heard his first comment and clicked her tongue. The agitation starting to make her boil over. In her mind it was making sense. Maybe this was Seth. Why the hell did he forget about her. A pain in her chest started to burrow its way to her core as she hears the last question. She finally stopped after that and glanced to him. Turning as she placed her hands on her hips. This time she really looked at him. Taking a moment to confirm it really looked like him. The more she stared the more she saw an older version of Deimos. Deimos with emeralds for eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped. She tried to curl her sharp tongue as she simply replied… “Sukora…” She would say quietly as she crossed her arms under her bust as she stared at him. What was going on? She was starting to feel unsure about everything now. What was going on?]

Siege{Chaos} as the pain continued, he was slowly piecing together chunks from the memories burning themselves through his brain. They still weren't real memories, more like puzzle pieces from several thousand different puzzles thrown together to try and make a portrait. Still, enough of those puzzles included the same person that a partial picture was starting to develop, a picture that looked like her. When she stopped to talk to him, he reflexively raised his hands just in case she decided to try and punch at him again. “Sukora?” He didn't know the name, did he? There was something about it though. That name, the scrambled puzzle piece picture, things trying to fit back together even though the edge pieces were gone and half the image was missing. “Sukora?” The name began to burn in his mind, drowning out his view of the street in blackness. He suddenly felt as if every inch of his body were burning. Something was connecting, something broken. He felt as if he were crying, but his fingers found only black sludge dripping down his cheeks. The blackness before him was immediately replaced by bright light breaking its way past his eyes, an eerie emerald glow escaping his face. He screamed and turned to the nearby wall, crashing his forehead into it before collapsing to his knees, and finally falling to his side in the dirt. The light and the sludge stopped. His breathing ragged, he turned to look at the woman in the street. “Sukora?” This time the word carried recognition. How much was unsure, but it was there.

[Sukora] [She watched him intently. Her mind racing as she watched his reaction. He spoke her name and her chest hurt again. She rubbed it not thinking as he spoke her name again. She was starting to freak out a bit now though. What was going on with him. He looked like he was in pain? Why? Was this Anarchy putting on a show? She would wonder as she suddenly let her arms fall. Eyes growing wide as he cried?! What?! Was this damn man crying? And it wasn’t normal tears. Hell what would be normal about Seth? … She watched him for a second longer and stepped forward a few steps. She jumped in reaction to his scream and cursed as he slammed his head into a damn wall!? “Christ!” She would mumble as she walked over. Half afraid of how he would react now. What was going? She would crouch down next to him as she reached out but stopped. Her fingers curling as she pulled her hands back to herself. She would look to them then his face before she reached out and took his face. Thumbs rubbing away any residue from whatever the hell it was that came from his eyes. She nodded as she heard her name again. “Seth?” She would ask with uncertainty. What was going on with this man? Could he really be Seth? If it was, did he really forget her?]

Siege{Chaos} his breathing was still heavy as he lay there in the dirt, but it was starting to slow. He winced a few times and then rolled to his back in the dirt. His eyes were unfocused for a moment, but they eventually found here as she was saying his name. He smiled weakly. “Yeah it's me.” He moaned a bit and then looked at her again. “What happened?” Memories were working their way back, but only snippets, and none of them had any reference points. It was simply a flood of disconnected information, like typing her name into a search engine and seeing what popped up. “What are you doing here?”

[Sukora] [She would pull her hands away and put them in her lap. She watched him for a moment as he replied that it was ‘him’. Something in her registered and she let her shoulders slump. Well she got the beating he deserved earlier when she thought he was Anarchy. He may deserve something more for not remembering. Btu she would take it easy on him from now on. Not wanting to kill the poor guy. She watched him quietly as he asked her what she was doing here. She would chuckle and put her hand over her face and relief flooded over her. Unable to help it she took the turn to cry as she felt them rolling down her face. He was ok? Was the damn male laying in front of her on the ground asking her what she was doing here? She wanted to jump his bones really now but she was actually scared too. He had forgotten her. What did he remember? She pulled her hand away as she watched him. “I work for the Aquarian Empire now. On and off as I please.” She would say as calmly as she could manage. Trying to relax herself.]

Siege{Chaos} the beating he deserved would probably put him in the grave permanently this time, but that one would have to work for now. Besides, with Sukora around, he would obviously be getting another one soon enough. That was one thing the memories were pretty clear on. Disjointed bits of information floating around in his mind, trying to arrange themselves so that the story made sense. Was he jumping into the middle? Was it a rerun? Or had the show been over for a long time and this was simply a fan remembering what it had been like? He groaned and pushed himself up to a sitting position. He wanted to hug her, to pull her close, but he hadn't quite figured that out yet. Where did they stand? The memories told him that they hated one another, they loved one another, she was dead, but she was somehow here. Why wouldn't they just line up? “The Aquarian Empire?” The name was in one of his memories of her, of a ship buried on the outskirts. “Did I visit you there?” He sighed. “My memory doesn't work. There are pieces missing, and what's left isn't in the right order. Everything is showing up as if it happened simultaneously.”

[[Sukora]]

[Told you the beatings should be the easiest to remember. She gave him enough of them throughout the relationship. She watched him. Looking over his face and checking to be sure she didn’t actually hurt him. Eyes wandering and reaching his face again as she heard him speak up. She nodded when he spoke of the Aquarians. She heard his question and shifted to kneed next to him with her back against the wall. “I hid there for a while. In the past. I ended up staying after a situation arose.” She spoke of the children of course. Btu he didn’t even have his shit straight. She would wait to tell him all about the bundles of joy this grandpa would have to deal with. And at the moment, grandpa was looking pretty warn. As he spoke about the memories and how they didn’t match up right she would nod. She didn’t know what to tell him really. She was worried for him but at the same time wary. She didn’t want to over do anything either. Her eyes scanned the street as she waited for a moment and once she was confident they were still good she looked back down to him. “I don’t know what to do to help you… Ask me whatever and I will try to answer you with what I know…” she would say quietly as she watched his face. ]

[The Librarian]

He blinked and shook his head a few times in a vain attempt to make things line up. It didn't work; no surprise there. He sighed again and his emerald eyes found hers. They were tired now, but not from physical exhaustion. He had been fine when he entered the bar, and now the mental strain was wreaking havoc. Too much to try and fit together, whatever happened wasn't going t sit right just yet, and he couldn't do anything about it. He would simply focus on the fact that she was here, and apparently not angry with him anymore over whatever the incident in the bar had been. Ask her anything? “Who am I?” There was a pleading in his voice that was rare for him. “I don't remember anything before waking up in a tavern a few years ago. No one has been able to tell me why I can't remember,and several people have been hurt trying.”

[[Sukora]]

[She watched him fight though everything. Eyes tracking the expressions on his face as she read his pain. Why did this happen anyways? Did he fight Anarchy and something happen? Was Anarchy still around? Was he doing this to him remotely somehow? She had her own questions too but she kept them at bay as she heard him speak up. Her heart wrenching and twisting as he continued. Hopefully he remembered soon so she could figure out what happened to him. That and he was acting so strange. She took a deep breath. “You are Seth. You are some type of enhanced soldier for what I don’t know. You were able to call on some really creepy critters the first time we met. I don’t know why you can’t use them right now but you have quite a few powers. One of them is your mind. You seem to understand everything and if you don’t you end up finding a way to be the next expert on it. At least I think so.” She would add in there. “I know you have children. The only one I met was Anarchy. He is the strongest I think you told me once. He is also a prick.” She pointed out as she reached to her chest and pulled at the necklace and showed it to him. “You made me this. It’s what creates my armor that’s saved my ass more often then I deserve. The one…” She would say showing him the bracelet. “You also made. It’s a blaster I can call on whenever I need it. Both are genetically connected so I am the only one that can use them. You have other people that are close to you. Kunkka is the only one I know of though. She was a woman you bedded for some damn reason. You lucky she ended up being ok.” Probably her only female friend. Too bad that woman was a bitch to find. And she hadn’t seen her since she had the kids. She wasn’t going to talk about the kids though. Not till he was caught back up. “You have your own armor. I don’t know how you call on yours but you do.” She would point out as she thought about it some more looking down the road. “Personality wise you were a real prick to start. Pushy and naturally assumed you would get your way. I would always find you with strange women on your lap.” –Insert ‘the eye’ here-.” I always ended up knocking them off your lap or beating you for it. I think you got better at it eventually. You had an odd way of showing it but you cared a lot about the people around you. You use to not give a shit about anyone at all but sometime after we met you started to go see people you knew. I think you may have even checked up on them. Ah! I died.” She waved her hand. “The how doesn’t matter but you came looking me in this other world my subconscious was in and actually brought me back. That was about the time you gave me the armor.” She would say as she paused for a moment for him to take it all in. “I am not surprised people won’t tell you. Many of them are probably scarred shit less of you. As for the people that are getting hurt that’s their own damn fault not yours.” She would point out as she clicked her tongue and looked to his face. Watching him with worry written all over her face. ]

[The Librarian]

His breathing was returning to normal as he slowly began to relax. Just the simple act of listening to her speak was helping him settle down, even if he didn't understand everything she was saying.

“I knew my name. That seemed to stick around when everything else was removed.” He shrugged. “I figured out the soldier bit. I had all of the right instincts and reactions. Combat maneuvers felt natural and weapons seemed to be second nature when I picked them up. I hadn't heard anything about the experiment, but it makes sense with what else I have been able to learn.”

Creepy critters? “I do have a symbiote named Eric and a nanite AI called Jared, but I get the feeling you mean something else there.”

He smiled at the mention of his mind being a 'power.' “I have run into a few people with different abilities, but nothing seems to match me. So far everything I can do seems to be because of the symbiote, the nanites, or experimental genetics.” He had lost his ability to manipulate reality.

“Kids? Aren't I a bit young for that?” He didn't know his age, simply the face in the mirror.

He would examine the neckalce and bracelet curiously, reaching out with Jared's senses. ~Those seem to be from you alright. I would need more time to examine how they work, but your genetics are definitely part of the system.~ “I'm glad they came in handy, though I could have done without being on receiving end of a hit from that armor.”

He mostly just nodded as she spoke about people. What was the point if he didn't remember any of them at the moment? The name Kunkka didn't sound familiar either. “I see.”

His own armor? “I think I lost that with everything else.” He laughed slightly as he listened to her describe how bad of a person he was. “Apparently I wasn't winning any prizes for mister humble then.” He would smile and keep listening.

“I think that most of my change was because of you. That seems to fit with where the memories are that I can line up. You made me want to be better than what I was.”

She died and he brought her back? “Yeah, I don't think I can do that anymore. The few times I have been exposed to power like that since waking up have ended badly. My body seems to go into some sort of expulsion mode when too much chaotic energy is around.” He scraped a drop of that black goo from his cheek. “That's what this stuff is.” He fell silent for a moment as he remembered the last time it had happened.

His body convulsed. Weakly at first, then hard enough to send him to the floor flat on his back. He continued to yell in pain as darkness flooded through his mind. He tried to stand up, and convulsed again, cracking the floorboards with the back of his head, and digging his fingernails in long grooves. Shadow seemed to leak out of his pores, and his body rose steadily off the floor until it was about the same height as the bar. Small drops of blood pooled around his eyes, mouth, and nose, before turning inky black and beginning to flow. Each drop of blackness that struck the floor unleashed thousands of shadows that congealed into miniscule demonic figures which fled into the shadows around the room and disappeared. Seth's pores bled, his fingertips bled, everything bled, and everywhere the blood went those demons appeared. Each time a demon ran, images of death and destruction flew past his mind. He had the impression that he was watching his past in extreme fast play. It was too quick to pick up more than just the pain. He grew silent for a moment, as if he had finally fallen asleep. A large shadow rose from his body, floating like a dark mimic just a few inches above his form. His body convulsed one last time, and a bright light erupted from that figure, momentarily dispelling every shadow in the bar. As Seth fell to the floor, a voice floated into obscurity. 'You aren't ready for that yet.'

He shuddered at the memory and looked back at Sukora. “I don't exactly know what's going on, but I could have sworn I heard a voice one time telling me that I wasn't ready for that yet.”

[[Sukora]]

Hazel eyes watched as he pointed out different things about what she said. It was kind of strange really. Having him here so lost. Normally the male knew pretty much everything and used that information to his advantage. Here he was depending on her to tell him everything. Too bad the male didn’t talk too much about himself and she could only share experiences. Hopefully it would be enough to help him in the long run.

She would almost grin as he mentioned being young. “Seth you’re an old ass man. I am saying a couple hundred years old. I don’t know how old exactly but freaking old. You are plenty old enough to have children. Probably more then you even know about with how much a whore you were.” She would point out as she shook her head.

His comment on her armor would make her remember the kids and she seemed to jolt a bit as if she should to get up but thought better of it. She needed to find one of the communicators and send a message to TJ and the kids… They had to be worried by now. Normally she only stayed a day in these places. Here she was lasting up to a week.

“Even if you weren’t Anarchy, you still deserve it for leaving without telling me and then forgetting about me.” She would point out obviously hurt in some way over it but putting more of an aggravated edge to her voice to cover it up.

“You don’t know that.” She would say rather blandly as he spoke of her changing him. “Half the time I wanted to just smack you. I just think you weren’t use to someone not being afraid to swing at you every day of the week and were entertained by it.” She pointed out to him before he talked about the chaotic energy. She looked at his cheeks and then back to those emerald eyes.

“Is it the energy that’s it locking up your memories? Do you think something happened to make it that way?” She wondered for a moment as she listened to him.

“Seth, if I can beat you up then you aren’t ready for what you use to be able to handle. I know before you weren’t to fight Anarchy you were not at your strongest. You even had to go find friends to help you Could it be one of the things that gave you power? I know you had voices in your head. Maybe it was one of those?” She really didn’t know, but she was just asking and maybe it would remind him. All her gibberish could help who knows?

“Listen, I am not going back to that pricks tent, I need to find a communicator to send a message home and probably wait for a ship since mine was probably taken.” Oh TJ is going to give her a piece of his mind for that. She reached to her shoulder and tore off one of the useless sleeves. Wrapping it around her hand she turned and started to wipe his face off. Attempting to clean him up before they go hunting one down. She wasn’t sure when it would be a good time to tell him. Hey! You’re so old you have grand children. And yeah, they are mine and you can blame your prick son. They turned out good though! Too bad they are crazy like me… Her mind wondered to what they were doing and if they were causing issues… Too bad she knew they were.

[The Librarian]

Old ass man? Oh well, you're only as old as you feel. Right? He didn't feel old, most of the time, so he wouldn't worry about it too much. “I guess forgetting my age means I can start the birthday cake back at just a handful of candles instead of a whole bonfire then.”

He smiled as she described beating him around from time to time. “I get the feeling you were more than just someone I let beat me up. You were. . . are important to me, even if I don't remember everything yet.”

He had regained his composure for the most part, and slowly pushed himself up to his feet. “I think it's more of a warning. I have the sense that it is closely tied in with how I lost my memories and why, but I don't think that the energy is specifically locking them away itself. Between Jared, Eric and myself, none of us have noticed anything except when I come into contact with it from an outside source.”

He stopped to think about that for a bit and nodded as something clicked into place. “That armor I gave you uses small amounts of the energy, that's what caused the buildup to start.” He stopped short of saying it was because she decided to kick the crap out of him.

“I don't know. I might not ever remember the events that caused my memory loss, or I might get it back in jumbled pieces like the memories of you. The best I can do is move on and see where I go from here.”

She needed a communicator? “I have a ship a few miles from here. Or, well, it used to be a ship. The thing crash landed at the edge of the desert and I have been renovating the wreckage. I have transmission equipment there.” He stopped short of directly inviting her over for the moment. He didn't know where they stood.

Stopping in his tracks, he turned back to her with a mix of emotions flowing through his eyes: worry, anxiety, hopefulness, fear, longing, and more. “Are we. . . Are you and I together?”

The question had always been a complicated one between the two, even before he lost his memory.

[[Sukora]]

“Bonfire is probably putting it kindly.” She stated just tormenting him a bit as she tried to help with keeping the conversation relaxed. Too bad it was more concerning for her than anything else.

She watched him and then snorted as he made the comment about her being more important. Looking away as she tried not to feel embarrassed. He was defiantly different. He would never speak to her like this on this kind of level. It wasn’t often he would waste time making comments like this. He normally would show it more than say it. Back then it would be enough for her. With their complicated relationship it worked.

She only looked back to him when he spoke of her armor and how it worked. Surprised he was remembering bits and pieces this way. That was good. A nod would be her confirmation that she felt he was right. She normally could just will it to work now. She would feel threatened and or like before where she was so livid and scared when she was preparing to his Seth it was able to come forward.

“I use to only be able to call on the full body armor but it took too much energy when I had to call on it often. I was able to teach myself how to call on sections of it in the last four years.” She would point out. The children had been problems when they were younger being so much stronger and not realizing it. It was hard for her to realize how human she really was to her own babies.

His comment on moving on made sense as she stood and stretched her arms up above her head before she brushed off her legs and rear. “I think if we can find other people you knew that were friends they may be able to help you as well. I don’t know who you may have taken with you to fight Anarchy or if you took anyone at all. We can ask around in a little while. If you’re willing I want to take you to Aquaria.” She pointed out as he then spoke of a transmitter.

“That works as well. We have people hidden in this city that can communicate to the empire as well. It may be faster than trying to figure out who the hell is on our side without exposing ourselves.” She would point out. She knew of one guy but she thinks she remembered him saying he was going to be leaving for a while. That meant he wasn’t here in this town right now.

She would walk behind him but seemed suppressed as they stopped suddenly. She looked at him strangely as he turned but then concerned as she saw his face and the expressions it was portraying to her. She wasn’t use to this emotional Seth. He never shared his feelings with her before. Not like this. He would tell her very little about his worries unless they concerned her. The question seemed to break her heard as she held back the erg to cry. God it hurt to be forgotten. To have the man most important to you forget you exist.

For a moment she didn’t know how to answer as she reached up to rub the back of her neck and look down as she thought to herself. They called each other cute names or that crap. They never really asked the other out. They never properly pledged each other to one other. It took a moment but she looked up red as can be.

“I think the two of us, in our own way could have been. It was complicated Seth.” She would say with a sigh. “We took each other for granted. I always assumed you would come back to me and you always assumed I would be waiting. I don’t think we ever told each other we loved the other. Not like we should. We took care of each other though. You doing so more for me then the other way around but we had something that worked for how we were.” She was beat red as she spoke of things they never really talked about even when he had his memories.

“The two of us were terrible about being true to ourselves really.” She found herself having a hard time looking at him. “Seth, I have been with a lot of men I wanted nothing to do with. You were the only one I willingly wasted my time waiting on pretty much every day of my life. That and what man wastes his time on bringing some sad human female to life. Then goes and makes a special armor and blaster for her to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” She would ask him as she finally looked back to him. Obviously agitated and embarrassed.

Good lord this man was more terrible now then he was before. Just in a whole different way.

[The Librarian]

This was a different Seth than she was used to, for many reasons. Without the weight of the centuries he had lived pressing down on him, he was much more relaxed most of the time. Without the taint of chaos driving his actions, he was no longer the dark being he had become. It was almost as if he had been rebooted to factory settings, give or take a few quirks here and there. He didn't have the darkness that had once shrouded his mind preventing him from being a nice person. He was no longer an avatar of chaos, simply a man living his life. In all, it gave him more freedom than he had had in a very, very long time.

“I'm glad to hear you're getting stronger with the armor. It's nice to know that I was able to keep you safe in some way, even when I didn't remember you.” He was interested in examining the jewelry when time permitted. Something built by his own hands might hold more answers for his questioning mind.

“This place isn't exactly safe. I'm surprised you're hear without some sort of escort. Freysten is considered a neutral world, but many here do not like the empire.” He turned toward the direction of he Instasion Citadel, even though the Fold stronghold was not visible from this little town. “There are some here who are amassing power, and may make inroads into the empire soon.”

As she spoke about who they had been together, he found himself switching between sadness and joy with almost every word. When she had finished talking, he would step toward her and try to wrap her in his arms, bringing her into a deep kiss.

“I don't have anything holding me back now.” He smiled. “And I'm not planning on leaving.”

[[Sukora]]

Sukora was beginning to see the new Seth now. Over time she would have to get adjusted to the new man before her. Right now, he was surprising her left and right with all this damn emotion he was showing. Him showing and making her feel.

His comment on her needing an ‘escort’ made her raise a perfect brow at him. “I’m not in damn princess. That was one thing I told Tjolnir I would have nothing to do with. Besides, me being here is me helping them out. I can’t do much there on the planet to help so I do it here with information. It’s not like I look like a prissy from the empire. I can get around with little trouble.” She would point out to him.

Sukora had been doing this for years really. She normally didn’t go this far but the last year TJ has been rather ignorant to what power was growing here. She had been gathering information about it as time went on. She hated to burst his bubble but she was the only one that got away with calling the old man a damn idiot. That and someone had to do it.

“Well the information you have you can share with the empire if I can drag you there.” She would point out as he spoke of a threat. The empire was where her children lived. She be damned if they were not fully prepared for anything that happened,

Sukora had been waiting four years to find this very man. Four years raising children that would remind her every day that he had been gone. That she was taking a shot in the dark to raise them. His arms being around her made her weak as all she wanted to do was physically remind him how much she loved him. But something stopped her. Her hand reaching up to wrap around the lips she wanted more than anything as she took a deep breath.

“When you remember me. All of me. Then I want you to find me and show me that you missed me. Because right now, I still feel like I am a stranger to you.” She would point out as she released his lips and pulled her hand to her chest.

[The Librarian]

A couple of days getting his renewed memories settled, and he would probably be back to the asshole she remembered. Of course he no longer felt invincible, and humility went a long way toward changing his demeanor. Power corrupts, and he had had plenty of both before they were taken from him.

“I didn't mean it like you were fragile.” Especially considering the fact they almost laid him out in the bar. “I just expected you to have some support. Shouldn't you have a partner, backup, something? This is a long ways out to be almost completely cut off if things go south.”

It wasn't like he was buddy buddy with any of the major factions on this end of the galaxy. He wasn't privy to their little club meetings and secret hand shakes. He didn't have all the information on the goings on around here, but he probably had more than the empire did at the moment.

A slight shock of panic went through him as she stopped his kiss. Had he done something wrong? Had he completely misjudged their relationship? Well on some counts yes anyway. He relaxed a bit when she finally spoke. “I can do that, or at least I can try. I think everything important is there, I just have to finish sorting it in my mind.”

He shrugged and turned back toward the rest of the desert to continue walking. “Come on. If you're so dead set on dragging me in to the empire, then we had better get to my place so we can signal for a ride.”

[[Sukora]]

Asshole or not, that was the Seth she knew. His comment about her needing backup was making her roll her eyes. “That’s why I have communicators. Besides, if I hadn’t sent a message out when I was first captured, they would’ve had part of the fleet here.” She pointed out as she shook her head. “I knew I could get out of it either way. It just took some time.” She pointed out. She was use to dealing with asshole people. She knew exactly what to say in most cases to get what she wanted.

Stopping the kiss wasn’t to hurt him. More like to protect her. She couldn’t have him half assing anything right now just to make her feel better. He may remember something and suddenly up and leave her. She couldn’t have that. Not when she had kids to raise. They would be asking about him too… She would groan to herself as she thought about it. She was going to have to warn him before they left.

She caught back up to him when he turned away and then stayed close behind him. Eyes watching for the two idiots that had been watching her earlier. “Hopefully they still want me back.” She mumbled more to herself as she wondered about the damage the kids had done in her absents. She warned them both not to do anything stupid that would cause her to beat there ass but who the heck knew what they may have done.

[The Librarian]

He was already putting together why he had had to save her so many times in the past. Sure she could take care of herself most of the time, but she had a habit of pissing off people who were just a bit much for her to handle. He was definitely going to keep a close eye while she was here. He didn't have his own armor anymore, but he had other tricks to keep her safe, whether or not she liked them. “Well I'm here now, so let's just make sure no one decided you would be better off dead. The faster we get to my place, the better.”

The trip to Seth's place was a bit longer than would have been nice, given the circumstances. Perhaps he should put together some transportation. He had enough scrap to build a car, or some other vehicle if he liked. It would definitely make the trips into the city smoother, and he would be able to bring back more supplies at at time than just a pack on his shoulders.

The crashed ship was massive. Most of the wreckage still looked the same as it had when the thing finally settled, but there was an area along one side that appeared to be more organized. The rubble was cleared away, and a rudimentary wall had been built out of chunks from the ship. The large door on the side led into what had once been some kind of shop. Now it also doubled as living space. Seth was still in the process of combing through the ship for useful materials, and it was quite a bit larger than he needed for just himself.

He set his pack down and closed the door, letting the room come alive with white and blue illumination that shone off the dark metal of the ship. “The bed is over there.” Only one. He shrugged. “I'll take the floor for now, I can put something together in the morning.” Crossing the shop, he stopped at a console that had apparently seen a lot of work lately. The thing hummed to life as he pressed a few buttons, bringing up a layout of the ship, zoomed in on the area surrounding the shop. It wasn't much of a security system, but it provided early warning. As few more button presses brought up another screen, and Seth stepped to the side. “The transmission is as secure as I can make it right now. Go ahead and contact the Aquarians.”

[[Sukora]]

He knew her well. It was her big mouth that got her into trouble all the time. And I mean ALL the time. That’s how she ended up getting picked up by Seth as well though. He thought he was just getting a mouthy piece of ass. Too bad he got a hell of a lot more. And he liked it! Ha! His comment about him being here made her laugh. Relaxing her a bit. “Don’t worry, I will kick there ass and yours too.” She would point out teasing him.

She use to know nothing about the suit. Well, she doesn’t understand it like Seth does. She does know, however, how to use it now and with the blaster she can actually shoot with it. The damn thing was complexly different from a normal gun but she knew what she was doing. The trip with him was quiet. It seemed the two didn’t initiate conversations at all. That was fine though, it gave her time to think over everything that had just happened.

When they came up to the ship she would pause for a second to look it over. Entertained by the fact the male had once again used a crash to make a place for himself. Except this one was massive… She walked inside and looked around. She heard him as he spoke but didn’t react right away. She didn’t see herself sleeping right away to tell you the truth. She doubted she would sleep for the same fact she would be afraid to wake up and find him gone. She wouldn’t say that though as she looked to the transmitter as she clicked her tongue.

“I can’t call directly then. Shit what’s the damn frequency for the ship.” She would mumble as she reached out and played with the device. “There should be a channel with a ping sound that repeats every minute and another that repeats every 30 seconds. I think the 30 seconds is the ship they have on the border.” She would point out to him as she slowly changed the channels. Listening to each one as she tried to find the one she needed. As she did she spoke…

“What do you remember about Anarchy?” She would ask him with a quick glance. She had to tell him about the children because when they land she knew they would be there to greet her. That, and they would be wary of Seth until she confirmed it was him. She wanted to get him up to date with that as soon as possible. She wanted to wait too, but if she took him back she didnt' want to tell him with the kids right there in case there were uncomfortable questions to ask.

[The Librarian]

Barring any unforeseen bad guys showing up this evening, Seth wasn't planning on going anywhere before she woke up. Oh well, he didn't mind if she decided to stay awake for a while. Of course this place didn't really have a T.V. or anything, so she would just have to put up with his shining personality as the main form of entertainment. Yeah, he was going to get hit a few more times.

He stood back as she started looking for the Aquarian signal. He could send out a broad range broadcast, but that was nowhere near secure, since anyone could pick it up. He simply sat there and listened, trying to pick out the signal that she described.

And now came the new round of questions. Anarchy? “I'm assuming you aren't talking about the people who believe that there doesn't need to be any form of government. There are definitely plenty of those around here.” He shrugged. “You called me that name earlier. You seemed to think I was him at the time, pretending to be me. I get the feeling he hurt you, badly, and it involved me.”

He stopped to think for a moment. The only memories that had returned were ones including her. Anarchy wasn't in there much, but he was present. Digging through the memories, he started to put them together.

“He was me. Or at least in some way.” His face contorted as he dug for answers. “My son? He hurt you.”