[b][center]Crystal Mines of Altenia[/center][/b]

	Silvia made her way with Marx through the dilapidated mines looking for signs of life, it seemed that everything was shut down and there wasn’t a person to be found. This did not sit well with her until she suddenly saw a young Singer running towards her. Marx held his hand out as it began to glow red, a warning to the man that he needed to stop in his tracks before he took another step. Coming to a rough stop he waved his hands in front of him as he coughed a few times, trying to catch his breath.

“Life is treacherous,” he said as he gasped for air. Silvia reached up and placed her hand on Marxs arm and pushed it down slowly. 

“Only if life doesn’t matter,” she replied. The man nodded and slowly stepped over to her. Marx looked confused but Silvia seemed to have a look of understanding coming over her features. 

“I hoped it would be you, I’m Trevor. Come this way, Gwen is waiting. We sent everyone else home, saying the mine was closed for repairs,” he said as he motioned for them to follow. Silvia nodded as she followed him. “Is he okay?” he said motioning to Marx.

“Yeah, I just haven’t filled him in,” she said as she continued to walk.

“Filled me in on what?” Marx said as he stepped in front of Silvia. “What is going on?” he asked but Silvia just pushed passed him.

“Welcome to the Resistance,” Trevor said as they went deeper and deeper into the mines, far past what the public maps showed. Marxs mouth fell open as he followed and kept up with Silvia, her steps were quick and soon they were all in a jog to keep up with Trevor. Finally they came up to a door that had been built into the mine itself. Entering a quick code it slid open and Trevor motioned for them to step in. Once they had it closed heavy behind them.

“Silvia, I see you got my message,” the older singer said with a smile as she saw them enter. Trevor keeping guard at the door while Silvia went over and hugged Gwen. “It’s been too long, my god you have gown,” she said pushing Silvias hair out of her face.

“What is going on, who’s this, what’s this? Sil?” Marx asked confused as he found a stool and sat down.

“This is Gwen, lead Singer for Altenia, T-1 unaided,” Silvia answered. This small bit of information let Marx knew that Gwen wasn’t a Singer that had been driven crazy by the training. She was fully capable of running a tower. So what was she doing in the mines?

“I take it you never filled Marx in,” Gwen remarked as she took a seat. Silvia shook her head slightly as she stood there. “Okay, I guess I will. As you know Marx, the GTC is corrupt but things have remained in check for the most part. That was until the last fifteen years when power starting going to their heads under the maddening dictator ship of Gringer. Well, some of us finally started to fight back. A few years ago, I was on a layover on Earth and met this one here that you call Angel,” Gwen said as she motioned over to Silvia.

“I have been working as a Singer for a long time, wanting to be close to the crystals so I can keep an eye out on what exactly GTC was mining for since shipments of contaminated ore were being sent off Earth and other worlds without their towers knowledge. I was once a Tower Lead, but found I didn’t have access to what I needed without eyes on me all the time. So I feigned crazed stressed and became a singer,” she said as she went over some papers and kept handing them over to Silvia.

“What does this have to do with Silvia? Or a Resistance?” he asked, a rather concerned look coming to his features. 

“Ask her, it was her idea,” Gwen said pointing over to Silvia.

“Angel?” Marx asked as he got up from his seat and grabbed the papers out of her hands. Silvia sighed and rubbed the back of her neck.

“I sort of started a Resistance on Earth against the GTC,” she said sheepishly.

“You did what?” he gawked as his eyes widened. “Are you freaking nuts! You’re going to get yourself killed!” he snapped.

“Oh can it Marx, if something isn’t done more people than just me are going to die. Sorry, rather have my own blood on my hands than yours you over protective lummox,” she hissed and snatched the papers back. “Gwen and I started talking; I was in my last year of training then. We came up with a plan that she would find the easiest planet to take over with the best military position possible. This was it. Tristans reign here made it all too easy for me to be able to get him out of the Tower Lead Chair. Gwen has slowly been working the population. Did you really think I couldn’t handle the other towers? Or that they couldn’t handle me? I mean, seriously Marx. I may be a handful but I know how to do my damn job,” she said as she walked away from him and started going back over the papers.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, hurt in his voice.

“Because I knew you would react like this,” she said flatly and he sighed deeply. He knew she was right, he had always been protective over her. If he had known he would have never allowed the transfer to Altenia, he’d have broken her legs first. Now she was here and there was nothing he could but either leave or jump in feet first.

“So what’s the plan?” he grumbled as he sat back down.

“First thing is first, Silvia has already begun by rebuilding the Tower and the rest of the planet. It will take time but we cannot make a move until the planet is fully capable and well…Until they are willing to follow her,” Gwen said as Silvia sat down and started making notes on the various maps.

“I doubt it will take much to get them to fall in love with her, she has that effect on people,” Marx muttered.

“Yes she does, that’s why I agreed to help with this but only under the insistence that it not be my rebellion but hers,” Gwen said as she took some of the maps Silvia had made notes on and started going over them.

“That makes her a target, the primary one!” he spat.

“Yes it does, but from your reaction alone it lets me know we made the right choice in Silvia. If the people of this world end up believing in her and caring for her half as much as you do, we can do this and slowly get other planets in this. The Towers want to revolt. They just lack cohesion. They need a focal point, she’s it,” Gwen said as she looked back over to Marx.

“And if she dies?” Marx asked coldly.

“Get it on tape,” Silvia said without batting an eye lash. Gwen nodded slowly, understanding what Silvia was getting at. Marx just sat there and rubbed his face out of frustration. He understood what they were doing and he agreed it needed to be done but the thought of losing his little sister to this nearly broke him.

[b][center]Mor Of Altenia Tower[/center][/b]

Craig nodded as Ailen relieved him, taking a quick look at his arm before making his way out of the Mor to get some rest. He wanted to ask about it but he figured it would be better to do so once he got some rest and was able to think more clearly. The Twins watched Ailen, looking at his new arm and both perking a brow at the same time. 

[i]”I have to say I am impressed with the work she did,”[/i] Gemini said telepathically to Gemine.

[i]”She did, but it won’t help,”[/i] Gemine replied with a smirk on her lips that soon grew on her sisters. As Ailen addressed them they both shrugged slightly.

“We like being relief, it gives us more free time and less responsibility,” they answered together.

[i]”Is it time?”[/i] Gemini asked Gemine through their mental connection.

[i]”Almost, we will know shortly.”[/i]


[b][center]Crystal Mines of Altenia[/center][/b]

For the next half an hour Silvia and Gwen went over the information that Gwen had gathered on Altenia and what Silvia had acquired on the various planets she had gone to under the guise of training. Once they were done Gwen led them to the door, Trevor opening it for them and they all began to make their way out of the mines. They had managed to make it where the public maps started again when Silvia stopped in her tracks. Something felt off and it showed in her face as she grabbed Marx and looked at him in horror.

“I’m sorry,” was all she was able to whisper before a soft blue telekinetic orb surrounded Marx, Gwen and Trevor and sent them flying through towards the exit of the mine. Silvia turned and began to run but it was too late, an explosion ripped through the mine shaft and sent her flying back towards the direction where they had come from. What Silvia had felt was the lower octaves of crimson crystal resonating through the mine. Crimson crystal was reserved for one thing and one thing alone, to power deep terrain explosions for blowing out chunks of rock for mining purposes or in war efforts by the make shift army of the GTC. 

“Silvia!” Marx screamed but it was not enough. The tunnels started to collapse and they had to make a break for it. Grabbing Gwen by the arm as the protective shield Silvia had encased them in faded away. Trevor had not been so lucky, he was crushed beneath the falling rock, unable to get to his feet before the shaft had collapsed. Gwen and Marx barely made it out of the edge of the mine shaft, a cloud of dust and rock shooting out of it as they lay on the ground and coughed dirt out of their lungs.

“Jeremiah! Com Tower, we need a rescue crew here now! Silvia is trapped inside!” Marx yelled as he rolled over onto his back and groaned.