*doubtful* Thanks, defalcon, I'll see what I can do, but I don't know where you'll fit in.


I figured out what Wild Angel's idea was. Just to tease you, I'm not posting it right away.

Enjoy, all you non-repliers! (Hey, we War Tavern writers are really getting discouraged here!)

Rrr. My part is too big! Part now, part later, I guess ...

The star-strewn wastes of deep space hold unfathomable mysteries, and few have ever been penetrated. No mortal knows where the end of space is, and many a creature has felt imestimably (sp?) small against the sheer vastness of the universe. Perhaps there is no end to space; but logic says there must be. Logic has said many things are not possible that have been conquered; likewise, things logic has said must be possible have been attempted at, and failed at. Irrationality rules in space; anything can be attempted that logic says cannot be. Likewise did Coppertop, KRSplat, Ducky, Kaz, Grath, Shinyso, Blacksheep, Claw, Alpha and Omega, Phoebe, Zanzibar, Wild Angel, Emerald Dragon, Kovu and Nightshade attempt to bring down the Empire of Kroys. Where logic said they would, ultimately, fail, they won and brought freedom back to her native lands. There was no reason why they should have won, but they did and their names will be known for generations to come as the instrument of Kroys the Evil's downfall. It took commendable courage to face such a mighty enemy, and his leigons of allies.
But even the greatest mortal has uncovered few of the secrets that the universe holds. Why do only certain types of stars support the right sort of planets for habitation? Why are there more species of creation than there are habitable planets? Why does hyperspace, illogically, take an hour where normal space would take a week? These and more cannot be answered immediately. And these and a million make creation look very small.
Nightdweller was a ship the size of the Yelantra Sentry, and the latter's sister ship. She was a maximum security ship, and was mainly run by robots, cyborgs and the occasional trusted Deathless One. She was a slaveship, holding pathetic, half-dead creatures; the remnants of an amazingly advanced civilization that had flourished on the fifth planet in that system, the planet that Nightdweller orbited. She was called Raxizil, and the remaining Raxans would have been scoffed at by their forefathers. The ancient Raxans were warriors born, but they had slowly, inexplicably begun to decline until they were a simple matter to conquer. So Beren Deathwreaker had pounced on the lush, verdant world of Raxizil, and enslaved the Raxans three years ago.
They were not alone in this outrage. Countless, isolated worlds had fallen prey to Beren Deathwreaker; when he struck they fell. It was as simple as that. Those that dared oppose him were cut down, and cruelty was lavishly applied to the innocents.
It was Emerald Dragon's luck to have been on Raxizil when Beren had struck. She had been on the run ever since, hiding in the ripe, beautiful forests in the far reaches of the world. Raxizil was not completely subdued; bands of such rebels hid in the impenetrable forests and wildernesses and practiced hit and fade maneuvers. And Emerald Dragon had joined them.
The band; the Saravzan.
The members; rebels who had always bucked the system, fighting to uphold the ancient laws of the warrior.
The uniform; polished chain mail, and black. Simple white shirt, black pants, black jacket, black knee-high boots, black cloaks. Buckles. Wrist spikes if you liked, or maybe steel inlaid bootsoles.
The weapons; sabers. Two to a member, and keep them in good condition or you're dead. Perhaps a bootknife or two if you really felt nervous. Blasters? Why bother? They were slow; you couldn't use them in close quarters; and while they were neater, sabers, the Sarav felt, were more efficient. If you needed a blaster you were incompetent.
The location; urban. The Sarav had never believed in "hiding in the wild". You could do so much more damage from the cities. Or so they said.
And the goal; to free Raxizil, or so they said. Emerald Dragon suspected that they enjoyed having the Deathless Ones to fight. Life would be boring otherwise.
The Sarav were mixed races. The leader was a wildcat with slitted green eyes and permanently flattened ears. His name was Scimitar. There were the occasional squirrels, and once in a while a wolf would show up. The majority were rabbits. The Sarav's pride was the lone Fader who was their true leader; even Scimitar listened when Venomarin had something to say, which she rarely did.
And Emerald Dragon was one of them.

Okay, so it's not too exciting, but it's just part of a whole. Reply! Or else I won't continue