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Thread: A Defiant Age (Post DA2 - Cevl n' Myself)

Of course she would take his statement seriously. If Morrigan had learned one thing, it was never to trust, especially your enemies' words. They'd lie, try to make you believe anything they could that would help them achieve their goals. As soon as he snapped his fingers and stopped speaking, she turned her head just in time to see that one of the corpses had risen, and was now stringing a bolt in his bow. The twang of the string snapping released the arrow, straight at her and twirled her staff, the arrow flying off it uselessly. Her stave pointed to the corpse and a bolt snapped forth, frying to mangled body and causing it to fall back toward the ground. She turned then, back to Anders and narrowed her yellow eyes. You try to intellectually manipulate me with your words, yet your actions clearly show that you mean to fight me. Let us be done with this then, she called her mana forth, establishing her connection to the Fade to strength her magic.
Thread: A Defiant Age (Post DA2 - Cevl n' Myself)

Anders smiled when she made a mistake, one of the first he had seen her make. She had turned her head from her enemy without thinking he might have another spell or weapon ready. But instead of using it to attack, he simply stepped a few steps forward. Who said I wasn't just trying you out? With all the things you've shown so far, I was just wondering how you'd deal with it. He said, a sly smile on his face. This was exactly what he had been looking for. His staff of Parthalan was quickly in hand in a combat stance, and he released the rest of his prepared spell. The poisons and bombs the thieves had with them suddenly flew at her, while from her front he sent a blast of fire at her, both harming her, and, if she was hit, setting several of the components of several poisons on fire. If she wanted to see him fight, she could get it.
Thread: A Defiant Age (Post DA2 - Cevl n' Myself)

What Anders didn't realize was that Morrigan was never one to turn her back without having safeguards in place. She wasn't a fool. Even as she went about disposing of the animated corpse, she could hear his every step and movement. Being in the form of an animal for most her life gave her heightened senses, ones he wouldn't realize she had. The staff wasn't unexpected, neither was his attack she'd felt the mana gathering in the thieves assorted poisons and bombs, magic weaving to prepare being thrown at her. The caster summoned a cloud of leeching entropic energy that deals continuous spirit damage to all who enter, the Death Cloud, as everything flew at her. As the fire hit it, she was already gone, having used the smoke to shape shift, now running out behind him as a wolf. She jumped on his back and knocked him into his own spells, before shifting back and standing back. If I recall correctly, she started, easing up the Death Cloud until it dissipated, leaving him unharmed for the most part, you fired at me first.
Thread: A Defiant Age (Post DA2 - Cevl n' Myself)

What the woman didn't know, however, was that though skilled in the arts of magic, there were multiple things he were good at. Like playing dead. When he was thrown in the death clowd he actually grinned, rolling over head and quickly standing up. hidden in the darkness, where, because of the mana of her own spell, there was no way of her seeing or sensing what he was doing. He had counted the second until the cloud was over, asking for justices help to give him strength from the fade. Once the sky around him cleared he suddenly lunged at her, his staff turned so the blade pointed forward. It was pointed in a way that, even if she moved, probably to his left, her right, as he saw that that was her main arm, it wouldn't make a non-fatal wound. He might cut through more of her robe, making it even less hiding then it was already. If he managed to hit her well he would stand back and say Maybe I started with firing something at you, but you must always beware. Though a basilisks gaze is deathly, so are his fangs. If the blade had been poisoned, you'd be dead. If she deflected it somehow he would still stand back, but in a combat stance, while the former was more relaxed. I have to admit you're skilled. Though I still wonder who would win, how about we call it a truce for now. I would hate to rid the world of another great mage. The Templars took enough.
Thread: A Defiant Age (Post DA2 - Cevl n' Myself)

Morrigan intentionally let the blade hit her. His blade sliced through the pale flesh of her arm, blood flowing down toward the finger tips that held her staff. She didn't wince, she didn't cry out. She merely smirked, drawing up her mana to drain the corpses of their remaining life force, healing the wound without so much as a thought. She switched her staff to the other hand and licked a drop of blood off her finger, before she let her yellow eyes find him. Poisoned or not, believe me, I would not be dead, she chuckled. But this fighting is pointless, dear mage. Do you wish to pit the remaining of our kind against each other? I do believe the Templar Order is already dwindling our numbers without us doing it to each other. My name is Morrigan, I am the daughter - she didn't elaborate on that - of Flemeth. Whom, given the fact you've traveled with Hawke who delivered my mother...here, I am sure you know of whom I speak. I know little of you, other than the tales and rumors spreading like wildfire through the Wilds...
Thread: A Defiant Age (Post DA2 - Cevl n' Myself)

Anders was certain that if he had aimed it slightly different he would have pierced her heart, and with the proper poison he would have killed her too. But if she believed he would not, she could certainly believe that. But she was right about the Templars dwindling their numbers. He nodded and said That's one of the reasons why the blade wasn't poisoned, and the stab wasn't lethal. Those fools on the ground wouldn't have had the same luck. He smiled when he heard who she was, and said Well, I am certain that stories of the witch of the wilds have run further. I have heard stories about you, some of them from the warden, He always spoke quite highly about your abilities at the rare times one could get him to talk about you. others from the King himself when he came to his old group. He was a bit less nice about you, most of the time. His words were true, and he hadn't known about the way the Warden and her had went apart. And your mother, there was no way one could forget about her after you saw her. Now you say so, I do see some resemblance.
Thread: A Defiant Age (Post DA2 - Cevl n' Myself)

Morrigan couldn't resist the smirk that came to her lips at the mage's somewhat misled notion that she resembled her mother - if that was who Flemeth really was. There was so much unknown about that old crone. Ah yes, the driveling buffoon - Alistair was his name, was it not? She chuckled and waved a hand dismissively. They might as well as have had that blasted mutt be king Ferelden wouldn't have noticed a difference. Ah, making fun of the ex-templar. What fun that had been. No doubt he only had nice things to say. As for the Warden he and I were friends - of a sort. She set her staff upon her back, fairly certain the fighting was done for the present moment. I was not aware you were a companion of his. Seems we are more interlocked that we would care to admit, wouldn't it? She didn't really care whether or not the blade had poisoned there were secrets to her that even the Warden didn't have the privilege of knowing. Morrigan was unbeatable, but she would be a challenge to even the most experienced, seasoned fighters, mage, warrior, and rogue alike.
Thread: A Defiant Age (Post DA2 - Cevl n' Myself)

The man shrugged So far he's been doing a good job. He has at least taken our side in the conflict, even though he's an ex-templar. I don't think that a mutt could have done the same. He said, And he had nicer things to say about you then the dwarf, Oghren, had. When she set the staff on her back he kept his in his hand. Always be prepared, no matter how safe things might seem. Well, I haven't done anything with him as special as defeating an arch-demon, I've only helped him defeat a brood-mother. he continued. He looked around a bit, then asked So, where will you be heading now? Maybe I'm heading the same way. He actually wasn't heading anywhere, just though it interesting to travel with her.
Thread: A Defiant Age (Post DA2 - Cevl n' Myself)

Morrigan decided to let it slide, not wishing to bicker anymore about the buffoon. The only reason people followed the man, was he was the bastard prince of King Maric an interesting twist to things, she'd thought. No doubt had the Warden been a girl, he'd be swooning. The witch had never had much interaction with people, given she'd been raised in the Wilds, but even Alistair had been a bit much for her too deal with. Now, Oghren she could at least respect. He never whined about responsibility and he didn't expect the Warden to do everything. Yes, well, we've all had some interaction with him it seems, she looked around her briefly. I wasn't heading in any particular direction. It seems Flemeth fooled the Warden and myself. I am simply following her to finish what's been started.
Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

The last war had gone on for nearly a century, and the next one was already about to begin. The stars remained elusive, but humanity had spread across its system and dominated the worlds bound to its own star. Research stations became colonies, barren airless wastelands became verdant green fields, satellites became massive orbital complexes that housed the ever growing masses. All the planets respected the authority of the homeworld, and for a time humanity had known only growth. Until the day that Mars decided it owed no fealty to the source of all life in the system. Prosperity became madness, and the fragile links of radio and transport that bound the worlds together were broken as war shattered the black. The Old Earth Empire became nothing but a memory as its holdings were lost, its subjects rising to rip apart all that had been built. When the guns were finally silenced, the colonies had been separated from their homeworld for decades. Mars had won its freedom by destroying the Empire. And now the remnants were there for the taking. Earthdate September 21, 132 AE After Empire Fabrication Complex 74, Sara's Necklace , Mercury Orbit Sara's Necklace was one of the dozens of stations orbiting Mercury, their nano-fabricators working constantly to produce the weapons and vehicles that the planet below suddenly found itself in desperate need of. Contact had been reestablished a few months ago, and Earth had welcomed the wayward colony back into the Empire. Mercury had responded with polite but firm assurances that they were quite capable of taking care of themselves. Earth had insisted. And so here he was, waiting for the computer to finish scanning the facility orbiting before him it would be such a waste if they were to blow it up without getting everything they could out of it first. Norik Tellson's computer chimed as the analysis finished, rows of data projecting themselves onto the screen before him. Nothing out of the ordinary, averge energy output and consumption, a few extra ships sitting in the docks but nothing large enouh to be a problem except...Well, he murmured quietly to himself. That's interesting. Shadow One to Command, he announced, the radio automatically activating itself. Martian military is at target. Repeat, we have confirmed Martian military craft docked with the target. The signal sped out across the void, and a few minutes later the reply arrived. Estimated size of enemy forces? Visible ships will hold up to twenty. Another long pause. Proceed. Norik couldn't help but grin, switching frequencies. Alright boys. Martian hostiles expected, but we go as planned. Thirty seconds from transmission, mark. Far from the Necklace the void began to move, stars vanishing from view then reappearing as the handful of tiny ships began to converge upon the massive orbirtal factory. Passive sensors were useless against the slow-moving craft, the matte black paint making them virtually invisible as they crept through the sky.
Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

The knife scythed through the air to embed itself in the wall just beside the entryway, the carbon blade easily hard and sharp enough to pierce the thin interior walls. It hung there forgotten as the Martian moved deeper into the room shouting some drivel about laws that meant nothing and what he must do. But the important part was that she was still alive to do the shouting. Perhaps the job would be more entertaining then he anticipated. Certainly his men were having fun. The first reports came in, three of the enemy downed without notice, yet it was only an instant after that the first shots were fired. Throughout the ship Terran and Martian warred, neither of them knowing that, ultimately, they were both here to destroy the station. Carefully and silently he slipped through the data banks and around the room, yet the woman was matching his every move. Equipped with a sensor array then, most likely a heat tracker that would outline his form in her vision. That theory was proven as she suddenly attacked. Quickly he darted back away from her first strike, slipping behind a data bank just in time for a bullet to slam into the ground he had been standing on a moment before. Trying to shoot him in the foot, which must mean she would prefer to take him alive. That was excellent it limited her options. He had no such problems. He slid around to the other side of the bank, yet to his surprise she had matched him again his dodge was a fraction too slow, the knife's blade piercing his armor and scoring a cut upon his arm. Already the suit was sealing itself, already his blood nannies were working to repair the minor damage, but it was the principle of the thing. The forgotten knife suddenly exploded, the small charge in the handle flooding the room with heat and sound. For an instant the woman's sensors were blind as the wave of heat washed over her and his heartbeat was lost amidst the cacophonous blast. An instant was all he needed. Her gun went spinning as an unseen strike slammed into her hand, the knife's edge that would have opened her throat instead leaving a shallow cut upon her shoulder as she tried to escape her demise. The games had been fun, but there was little use in continuing them now. As the explosion faded and her sensors were restored he simply turned off the camo, his black armor rippling into view. Shadows bore no insignia or mark of the homeworld, their helmets leaving them masked and unknowable. Yet there was one unique mark upon this Shadow's shoulder perched a dragon, the ancient beast carefully etched into the armor. There was a gun at the Shadow's hip, yet there was only a knife in his hand as he slipped into a ready stance, watching the woman with unseen eyes.
Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

The small group grabbed a few beers and moved to a table in the back. It slowly moved from a decompression of the day's events to a quiet memorial of their fallen friends. Not one of them questioned Celeste's actions of lying, they all knew it was for the best, or at least her intent was. But it just seemed it was not to be her night, as a Terran rose, sloshing his cup at the small group of armed Martian soldiers. And then he aimed his words at her. The air felt thick as she finally turned to look at the man, her face did not move into one of anger though she felt it strongly. Her eyes looked him up and down as she felt the men behind her also growing angry. Thank you for your commentary, she said with a hard undertone and turned back around to the metal table. Suddenly, the grain in the metal was interesting to her eye. Tadashi shook his head and turned back into the group. Of course, they weren't as large a group as they once had been, but they were still strong together. He knew that almost all of Celeste wanted to slit that man's throat, as well as the Terran that escaped her on the ship, and it was taking almost all of her to stay contained. But she was a good assassin, and a good woman, so she knew how to play her cards right. However, he could see the blanching of her knuckles and the redness added to her cheeks. Her hand moved to the side of her neck, holding her head up in the process. Celeste was wiped out, they all were, and the Terrans weren't making anything any better. He looked to his brother, Renric, hoping he could get some sort of handle on Celeste. Renric always made the connections and Tadashi gave the orders. His brother shrugged, signaling that she'd most likely be fine as long as nothing else happened. Celeste took an additional sip of her beer and wished she would have ordered something harder. It wasn't so much the Terran. They'd always had to co-habituate when there was a hearing, but it was the addition of not fulfilling her assignments, losing some of her closest friends, losing her favorite gun, lying for her planet, and that the Terrans were present. She rolled her eyes at herself, and figured it would be best if she just left. It could get ugly after-all, and she didn't need any reason for ISTC to be looking into her life. Draining her beer, she stood and the brothers stood suddenly as well. Celeste gave an unexpected laugh, I'm fine, I'm just going back to my quarters. With a shake of her head she pushed in her stool and gave the rest of her team a smile to head out of the bar.
Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

You're quite welcome! Norik called out to a chorus of laughter, sitting back down when it seemed evident that she wouldn't be trying to kill him just yet. But there was always more he could do if the Martians could be proved to have started a fight while their actions were under investigation, the entire squad might end up being pulled from active duty until the investigation ended. With every enemy he could take out off of the battlefield, the fewer of his men would end up dead. He tapped lightly upon the table as he sat back down, seizing his comrades' attention. You've got a recorder ready? Higgs, his tech officer, nodded. Good. Remember, if she goes for it don't help me. We need good footage of her striking first. The others nodded their agreement, and his gaze shifted up towards the Martian table. The woman was staring down at the table, and a couple of her brothers in arms were giving her concerned looks. Excellent. At last she rose and started to head towards the exit, taking a path that would keep her as far as possible from the Terrans. A sensible precaution, but it wouldn't save her. Norik elbowed a common, actually drunk soldier beside him and whispered quietly. The soldier nodded and shuffled up to his feet, weaving through the bar and making his slightly weaving way towards the retreating woman. Hey, cunt! the soldier demanded Norik had just told him to be annoying, but he had decided there was nothing wrong with taking the initiative. Little bitsh thinksh she's a soldier, huh? Huh?! he demanded, his words already starting to slur together. From the Terran table Norik stood, starting to head towards them on a much straighter path even as the agitator continued to shout. Well I shay you can't fucking fight so lets shee if you can just fu- Soldier! Norik snapped, the drunken Terran falling silent at the sudden command. Now, Norik continued as he approached, smiling at the woman. There's no need for that sort of thing. Just because she can't keep any of her friends safe while failing to kill any of the enemy doesn't mean she's not a soldier. It just means she might want to consider other careers, like secretary, or prostitute, he said with a chuckle. Go on back to your table, good man. Terribly sorry about that hon, he added towards her, his every word and the shit-eating grin on his face designed to infuriate her as much as he could.
Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

The words were sharp on her ears. It was dripping with alcohol, but it was also dripping with something else, hatred. Her head jetted up, but she did not turn. Her lips puckered slightly and one of them slipped beneath her lip and she bit, hard. She took a deep breath, just as he took his own to continue his attack on her. Her ears picked up the scooting of chairs from her Martians behind her, but it never reached her brain. The continuous stream of accusations did, however. On her heel, Celeste spun to meet the new assailant on her character. It was not the original voice, so she knew it was not the original man. But who these men were, she did not know, but she was ready to be done with them. Her left finger rose, intending to begin to tell the man off, but her right hand was reaching towards the knife on her thigh. Her fingers twitched to reach for it as the new Terran stepped in. Her hand retreated vaguely, but he was still a Terran, his slight accent told her that, and she couldn't trust him. Her eyes glanced over to the remaining team, standing and edging toward her and these men. They knew that she could take care of herself, but that's what they were mainly afraid of. But this man, as he moved towards her, her brain triggered something. Before she could remember though, his comments spiraled downwards and towards her, violently. Seceretary... prostitute... How DARE he! Her fingers did not twitch or waver, the shot straight for the grip of her sword. Clenching tightly, she stepped closer to the tall man, her eyes not blinking for a moment as she stared into his hazel eyes. Fury, like her own red planet, bubbled within her. The grin on her face made her want to punch one of the shiny pearls from its socket. Excuse me, Sir , she spat combatively at him, stepping ever closer, until her frame was looking to his with a fight in her eyes, But I believe you need to watch who you're talking to, Sir . Internally, she felt like she was always issuing warnings. It was in her training, but even with all of her wanting to attack the man, she issued him one last try. I think you should just take your buddies and your drink and return to your table. Thank you. She turned, once again, and began to return to her quarters. Her long tresses shook angrily behind her. Renric and Tadashi moved from their small huddle to follow her, at a distance.
Thread: Romeo, Juliet, and the Black

The infuriatingly thick grin remained plastered on Norik's face as the woman stared at him, but his eyes showed none of the drunken hatred and disdain that might have been expected. Instead his eyes were calm, calculating, studying and appraising the woman's every move and waiting for the strike that, somewhat unfortunately, never came. She was better then he'd thought. Even now, with rage and death written into every line of her graceful form, her every motion was perfectly controlled and precise. Well done he was suddenly even more interested in provoking her, in seeing if her skill remained while infuriated. But she was starting to leave, and there was really only one thing he could think of that was guaranteed to make her want to kill him and damn the consequences. It was a horrible breach of security and protocol, but that was half the fun. I suppose you're right. We both should go back to where we came from. After all, he shifted his position until she could see his reflection in the polished metal door that led out into the corridor. A Whore really shouldn't go wandering around without her pimp, and I'd hate to catch something from your scrawny ass. Have fun, he called out, a hand rising. Even in the door's reflection she could see the motion clearly a hand rising with fingers extended in the shape of a gun, one finger twitching to pull the trigger and send a 'bullet' into her back. The shit-eating grin was gone, now it was only a calm smile. That's right, I killed your friends and laughed about it, he thought. He hadn't actually laughed, but the taunt couldn't be said aloud. Come and get me, bitch. If she did strike, he would keep himself slow until she had gotten in a good swing or two, make sure his boys captured the footage of her definitively striking first. And after that, his boys would keep the Martians back while he had some real fun with her.