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I can't think of much more of importance to do right now. Should I make another timeskip?
You can skip us to camp if you wish
"I...I did. I did hate you. But...I hated you for loving me. And I hated you because I loved you. I didn't want to leave home, but I had to because of what I became. It was because I loved you that I became this beast, and I wished that never happened. I wished that I never met you, so that I could stay home like I wanted, but...I didn't stop loving you. I just hated...that I loved you. Now...I just want to stop hating you." Kaleeth answered. She was somewhat incoherent, but she was speaking from the heart as it came to her. She continued to pin him to the ground, which she found she could do quite easily. Even in her Argonian form, she was granted a significant amount of strength, to the point that she was now physically the strongest member of the pack, despite her small appearance. She was granted none of the extra agility that a werewolf could enjoy in their normal forms, but her muscular strength was impressive.
"Do you still...want that?" She asked, silently afraid that the answer would not be what she wanted to hear.
"Do you still...want that?" She asked, silently afraid that the answer would not be what she wanted to hear.
Rareth gave a bit of a chuckle to Telmeck. "Eh, you didn't really. We've mostly just been complaining about politicians, which is especially awkward, since my duties make me a politician half the time. Though, I guess most politicians don't have cause to behead people on a semi-regular basis. Well, maybe politicians in the Sovereignty, but I digress." She joked to Telmeck.
One by one, each member of the team arrived in the common area until they were all present. Quite pleasantly, they were all at least mostly sober, so they could maintain a sense of professionalism. The group headed down the elevator to a floor near the bottom of the tower. The very moment they stepped out of the elevator, a receptionist shepherded them into what looked like an empty board room. One wall consisted entirely of windows, while the others were completely white and featureless. There was a single, large table with enough seating for over a dozen people with chairs that were designed to be adjustable for any species. They were a few minutes early, so the receptionist instructed them to take their seats and wait for the representatives to arrive, though they did not need to wait long. On the very minute the meeting was set to begin, the four representatives entered the room and took their seats. There was a dark-skinned Human female, a Tempu woman with obvious tech implants in her eyes and on her hands, a Masulu male in a military dress uniform, and a Rothian male who caused Rareth's eyes to widen when she saw him, for he was someone she knew well. It was Ghirn'Lors, her immediate superior in the Rahn'Masser. Rareth knew his job involved politics, but she could not fathom why he would suddenly be representing the Rothians in the Assembly. It did not seem to make sense for him. Nevertheless, she was sure she would learn in time. For now, there was the matter at hand to attend to.
As each of the representatives sat down, they activated holographic screens that hovered in front of them that they could use to display information pertinent to the meeting. With a single touch, Ghirn moved his display to the side so he could address the group. "Greetings, everyone. I am sure you all know why you are here, but just in case, this meeting is in regards to a join-species initiative, one you have all been selected to be a part of. From what I have been told, you have all had a few days to become acquainted, so do any of you have questions before we begin?"
One by one, each member of the team arrived in the common area until they were all present. Quite pleasantly, they were all at least mostly sober, so they could maintain a sense of professionalism. The group headed down the elevator to a floor near the bottom of the tower. The very moment they stepped out of the elevator, a receptionist shepherded them into what looked like an empty board room. One wall consisted entirely of windows, while the others were completely white and featureless. There was a single, large table with enough seating for over a dozen people with chairs that were designed to be adjustable for any species. They were a few minutes early, so the receptionist instructed them to take their seats and wait for the representatives to arrive, though they did not need to wait long. On the very minute the meeting was set to begin, the four representatives entered the room and took their seats. There was a dark-skinned Human female, a Tempu woman with obvious tech implants in her eyes and on her hands, a Masulu male in a military dress uniform, and a Rothian male who caused Rareth's eyes to widen when she saw him, for he was someone she knew well. It was Ghirn'Lors, her immediate superior in the Rahn'Masser. Rareth knew his job involved politics, but she could not fathom why he would suddenly be representing the Rothians in the Assembly. It did not seem to make sense for him. Nevertheless, she was sure she would learn in time. For now, there was the matter at hand to attend to.
As each of the representatives sat down, they activated holographic screens that hovered in front of them that they could use to display information pertinent to the meeting. With a single touch, Ghirn moved his display to the side so he could address the group. "Greetings, everyone. I am sure you all know why you are here, but just in case, this meeting is in regards to a join-species initiative, one you have all been selected to be a part of. From what I have been told, you have all had a few days to become acquainted, so do any of you have questions before we begin?"
It was clear that Noelle had no interest in reminiscing in Sharee's rather sordid past, so she moved to wrap up the encounter, which was probably for the best. Sharee gave a nod, then leaned forward and clasped her hands together. "I need nothing more from you. Go rest up, heal up, and whatever else you need. I could try talking to you honor and loyalty and why you shouldn't be angry for me punishing you, but all that is nonsense. You are angry, I expect you to be angry, and honestly, I would be disappointed if you were not. So far, since you have been here, all I have done for you is flog you. But, the reason you are here, the reason any of us are here, is because you want coin. Stick with us and perform your duties and you'll get your coin. If I don't deliver on that, then you can organize a mutiny, or whatever. Until then, I'll let you be."
The next two days involved scouting into the island and its inhabitants. Those who were not occupied with ship repairs and outfitting were tasked with finding a source of skooma. The scouts they sent to the moon sugar fields determined that striking there was probably not the best idea. There was plenty of the sugar they could use to refine into skooma, but the local authorities were well aware of how tempting of a target they were. Since moon sugar was the main source of income for the entire island, there were Dominion troops guarding every single field. There were some, less protected fields that Sharee believed they could handle, but there was no way they would be able to get in and out without the local authorities knowing about it. That would mean they would have to get off the island as soon as they got back to the docks with the sugar, which wouldn't work in this case. Going after the Miriam's supplies also had its issues. Noelle and her team quickly discovered that the crew of the Miriam ran a really tight ship. They kept a close watch on any valuable incoming cargo, so while it wouldn't be impossible to get a crate of skooma, they would run into the same problem as they would going after the moon sugar. They would not be able to get a crate from them without alerting the local drug smuggling ring, which would be pretty much as bad as alerting the Dominion. Going after the Miriam would certainly be a project for later, but for now, their best option seemed to be the bandits. The crew members they sent out posing as bounty hunters uncovered a decent sized bandit gang hiding out in a cove on the east side of the island. Like any criminal on the island, they engaged in the skooma trade, and no one would really care if they went after them. As near as Sharee could tell, they weren't affiliated with the major smuggling rings in the area, and taking them out would actually be helpful to the Dominion in the area. It was the most dangerous option, but it seemed like the only one that would work.
It was late in the evening that Sharee ordered her officers to meet up in her cabin. For this mission, she couldn't afford to bring her entire crew, but she had to bring most of her best fighters. Unfortunately, that meant that pretty much all of her officers would be joining her for this attack. It was not ideal to have so much of the ship's leadership going into a fight like this, but that was what the situation called for. Sharee also ordered her officers to bring the members of their teams that they believed would be most helpful in a fight, or none at all, if they judged them to be too much of a liability. She was emphasizing quality over quantity in this attack, as having too many inexperienced fighters there would just end up getting crew members killed, and the ship was already understaffed as it was.
The next two days involved scouting into the island and its inhabitants. Those who were not occupied with ship repairs and outfitting were tasked with finding a source of skooma. The scouts they sent to the moon sugar fields determined that striking there was probably not the best idea. There was plenty of the sugar they could use to refine into skooma, but the local authorities were well aware of how tempting of a target they were. Since moon sugar was the main source of income for the entire island, there were Dominion troops guarding every single field. There were some, less protected fields that Sharee believed they could handle, but there was no way they would be able to get in and out without the local authorities knowing about it. That would mean they would have to get off the island as soon as they got back to the docks with the sugar, which wouldn't work in this case. Going after the Miriam's supplies also had its issues. Noelle and her team quickly discovered that the crew of the Miriam ran a really tight ship. They kept a close watch on any valuable incoming cargo, so while it wouldn't be impossible to get a crate of skooma, they would run into the same problem as they would going after the moon sugar. They would not be able to get a crate from them without alerting the local drug smuggling ring, which would be pretty much as bad as alerting the Dominion. Going after the Miriam would certainly be a project for later, but for now, their best option seemed to be the bandits. The crew members they sent out posing as bounty hunters uncovered a decent sized bandit gang hiding out in a cove on the east side of the island. Like any criminal on the island, they engaged in the skooma trade, and no one would really care if they went after them. As near as Sharee could tell, they weren't affiliated with the major smuggling rings in the area, and taking them out would actually be helpful to the Dominion in the area. It was the most dangerous option, but it seemed like the only one that would work.
It was late in the evening that Sharee ordered her officers to meet up in her cabin. For this mission, she couldn't afford to bring her entire crew, but she had to bring most of her best fighters. Unfortunately, that meant that pretty much all of her officers would be joining her for this attack. It was not ideal to have so much of the ship's leadership going into a fight like this, but that was what the situation called for. Sharee also ordered her officers to bring the members of their teams that they believed would be most helpful in a fight, or none at all, if they judged them to be too much of a liability. She was emphasizing quality over quantity in this attack, as having too many inexperienced fighters there would just end up getting crew members killed, and the ship was already understaffed as it was.
Kaleeth looked at Janius with uncertainty in her eyes. So much had happened in the course of only a few days that she didn't know how easy it would be to go back to caring for him. For the entire four days she was missing, she thought about her father, and everything he said about Janius. He told her how he would ruin her life, and how he wouldn't care about her forever. She repeated those things so much to herself that she started to believe them. She wasn't the type of person that would want to be outwardly aggressive and angry like her father, but she had convinced herself that Janius didn't really care about her. Now, her faith in that conclusion was starting to waver. It was a bad idea for them to get together to begin with, but maybe his affections were real? He was risking his own health considerably by training her. Maybe their love was stupid and ill-advised, but there was no going back now. No way to get to her old life. That mistake was already made, and staying away from Janius would not change that.
Once again, Kaleeth had a hard time thinking straight with all the emotions flowing through her mind: love, hate, excitement, anxiety, she couldn't decide how she felt. Once more, after a minute or so of silence, she stopped thinking and just started acting. Suddenly, and without warning, she wrapped her arms around him and rolled back onto him, kissing him passionately. It was probably another mistake, but it was one she was glad to make.
Once again, Kaleeth had a hard time thinking straight with all the emotions flowing through her mind: love, hate, excitement, anxiety, she couldn't decide how she felt. Once more, after a minute or so of silence, she stopped thinking and just started acting. Suddenly, and without warning, she wrapped her arms around him and rolled back onto him, kissing him passionately. It was probably another mistake, but it was one she was glad to make.
Once again, Kaleeth was silent for a while. She looked up at the sky and let the rain bear down on her. The thoughts in her mind were filled with all sorts of regrets. She wanted to be home again, but she was starting to move closer to accepting her situation. The reality that she would not be able to return was in the beginning stages of setting in, and she couldn't stay distant forever. She would have to talk to the others, she would have to talk to Janius. There was no way she could just keep ignoring her problems. Even more, there was no way she could be happy while being alone like this.
"Because...I want to care again." Kaleeth answered simply, and without thinking too much about what she was saying. She wasn't sure where she was going with it, but she had to follow what she was feeling.
"Because...I want to care again." Kaleeth answered simply, and without thinking too much about what she was saying. She wasn't sure where she was going with it, but she had to follow what she was feeling.
Kaleeth rolled off of Janius and laid down beside him in complete silence for a few moments. She thought about just heading back as Janius suggested, but there was something clawing at her mind, and it wasn't the beast spirit this time. It was her own regret, and her uncertainty about how things should be between them. "We...could talk, for a while." She suggested.
Once more, there was silence from Kaleeth for a few moments, but her mind was racing with thoughts. She wondered how Janius felt about her since she had turned. She had started ignoring him. Was that angering to him? Was he only training her and being friendly because he had to? She certainly had not been friendly in return. Before Janius could form any sort of question for her, her guilt caused her to speak up suddenly, without warning. "Janius, I...I hated you. I blamed you, I didn't want to be around you. I would not be a werecrocodile without you, so I wanted to get away from you. I started to wish I listened to father. I...still wish I could go home, but...I don't want to be mad at you anymore." She said with a shamed expression.
Once more, there was silence from Kaleeth for a few moments, but her mind was racing with thoughts. She wondered how Janius felt about her since she had turned. She had started ignoring him. Was that angering to him? Was he only training her and being friendly because he had to? She certainly had not been friendly in return. Before Janius could form any sort of question for her, her guilt caused her to speak up suddenly, without warning. "Janius, I...I hated you. I blamed you, I didn't want to be around you. I would not be a werecrocodile without you, so I wanted to get away from you. I started to wish I listened to father. I...still wish I could go home, but...I don't want to be mad at you anymore." She said with a shamed expression.
It's starting to get late for me, and I'm starting to get tired, so what I'll do is post up what I have written so far, which was in response to Ryonara's post. As soon as I get home tomorrow morning, I'll either respond to Ryonara, or edit on a second part to my post moving us on, depending on if I get a response before then. Do you guys want to take the bandit route for acquiring the crate of skooma, that way we get some fighting?
Sharee wound the whip back up and looked out across the crowd as she walked alongside Noelle. "Alright, show's over. Get back to your duties unless you want to be the next one to volunteer to go under the whip." She announced to the crew, who were quick to disperse upon her order. Noelle didn't seem to have that high of a pain tolerance, so she certainly gave a show the rest of the crew would not be soon to forget.
Reaching down with her free hand, Sharee grabbed Noelle by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "Come with me, we need to speak." She ordered in a forceful tone. Keeping her grip on her arm, Sharee guided Noelle into her cabin, then closed and locked the door behind them. She finally let go of Noelle's arm, then walked almost casually over to her table and set down the bloody whip on top of it. "Don't let it be said that I have no mercy." Sharee commented, grabbing one of the other healing potions from her bag and almost forcing Noelle to take it. "Drink, you need to get healed up quickly, else those gashes on your back will scar. I know, I would have some pretty bad ones myself if I would have neglected visits to the healers during my training."
Sharee took a seat at her table and ran her claws across the bloodied whip. "I notice you don't seem to have that high of a pain tolerance. I probably wouldn't have hit you so hard at first had I known. It wasn't necessary to intimidate the others. I know what it is like to be whipped. I've had to undergo about triple that amount of lashes before, and that whip wasn't coated in any potion. Actually, I've been flogged, stabbed, beaten, abused in every form you can think of, and many you can't. I've had over a dozen hooks stabbed into body from all sides, in every part of my body, then pulled as tightly as they could without ripping them out. I've had almost every bone in my body broken to the point that it was nearly powder, then slowly healed back to its normal state, only to be broken again. I've had my flesh ignited in magical flames, I've had lightning from three different mages all pumped through my body at once, I've had my body impaled by a dozen spikes, my life only sustained by the mages healing me. I would share more of the tortures I've experienced, but some of the others are a bit disturbing. Suffice to say, all of those tortures came from the Shadowscales who raised me. They taught me how to feel pain, how to ignore it, and how to deal it. The flogging I gave you...not so bad, really. I coated my whip in a healing potion before I began. You might have noticed the pain fading rather quickly? That would be why. You can thank your cooperation for that. Overall, I should thank you. After that show, I don't expect any of the others to act up for quite a while. I made sure not to mention exactly how you manipulated me during my little speech. Your illusion magic should come in handy for keeping the crew in line, should we need it. Who knows, you might even earn some extra pay out of it."
Reaching down with her free hand, Sharee grabbed Noelle by the arm and pulled her to her feet. "Come with me, we need to speak." She ordered in a forceful tone. Keeping her grip on her arm, Sharee guided Noelle into her cabin, then closed and locked the door behind them. She finally let go of Noelle's arm, then walked almost casually over to her table and set down the bloody whip on top of it. "Don't let it be said that I have no mercy." Sharee commented, grabbing one of the other healing potions from her bag and almost forcing Noelle to take it. "Drink, you need to get healed up quickly, else those gashes on your back will scar. I know, I would have some pretty bad ones myself if I would have neglected visits to the healers during my training."
Sharee took a seat at her table and ran her claws across the bloodied whip. "I notice you don't seem to have that high of a pain tolerance. I probably wouldn't have hit you so hard at first had I known. It wasn't necessary to intimidate the others. I know what it is like to be whipped. I've had to undergo about triple that amount of lashes before, and that whip wasn't coated in any potion. Actually, I've been flogged, stabbed, beaten, abused in every form you can think of, and many you can't. I've had over a dozen hooks stabbed into body from all sides, in every part of my body, then pulled as tightly as they could without ripping them out. I've had almost every bone in my body broken to the point that it was nearly powder, then slowly healed back to its normal state, only to be broken again. I've had my flesh ignited in magical flames, I've had lightning from three different mages all pumped through my body at once, I've had my body impaled by a dozen spikes, my life only sustained by the mages healing me. I would share more of the tortures I've experienced, but some of the others are a bit disturbing. Suffice to say, all of those tortures came from the Shadowscales who raised me. They taught me how to feel pain, how to ignore it, and how to deal it. The flogging I gave you...not so bad, really. I coated my whip in a healing potion before I began. You might have noticed the pain fading rather quickly? That would be why. You can thank your cooperation for that. Overall, I should thank you. After that show, I don't expect any of the others to act up for quite a while. I made sure not to mention exactly how you manipulated me during my little speech. Your illusion magic should come in handy for keeping the crew in line, should we need it. Who knows, you might even earn some extra pay out of it."
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