1.5: A Short Story

An entire day went by after the events of encountering the Sangrine Syndicate. Isaac sat outside on the fire escape with Epsilon, both drinking canned soda and soaking up the sun’s rays. Even though they had known each other for a short time, they managed to get along extremely well. Inside, Gerard, Malessica and Claire moved around the kitchen preparing breakfast for everyone. Yuri sat down on the couch, reading one of the books from the table. Sabra laid down in bed, slowly opening her eyes, looking around the bedroom. She sat up in her bed, finding bandages wrapped around her arms and torso, grunting in pain. Placing her index and middle finger on her forehead, she exhaled sharply.

Sugar sat up as Wyatt leaned back in his chair and stretched. He turned his attention to a monitor that was anchored to the wall above the communications set up, on which four security camera feeds ran simultaneously, each taking up a quarter of the screen. There were wide-angle day/night security cameras trained on the exit points for each of the emergency tunnels, one aimed at the surface door at the top of the mudroom stairwell, and one that was positioned approximately halfway up the driveway that provided a view of the front yard, which Wyatt felt would be the most likely point of approach for any unwelcome visitors. That monitor and the cameras, along with the ham radio, were wired into both the main generator and a separate,

Lifty huffed, snuffing his cough back into his throat as he chucked Petunia into his bedroom.

Three days passed before Jingyan took a trip to Su Zhe's residence, following a familiar path to a destination with a wholly different sort of anticipation. He made his visit at night, when there were less watchful eyes and more shadows to hide his trail. When he finally stepped into the courtyard of plum blossoms, he detoured to the pond before entering the still-lit room of the house.

A sudden rush as the drunkard next door plummeted through the drywall that separated us. A swift jerk sat me upright to see him quietly apologise and exit out the front door. I turned around to face the clock. It read ‘3.10.’{...} I picked up my pack of Imperials, lit one and followed the smoke out into the balcony [...] The town looked dead, apart from the working women who gathered at the end of the street. A cold breeze ran along the ground as I pulled out a chair to sit on. My hope began to end as I hurriedly puffed it away, blankly staring through the glass door, passively acknowledging that the walls needed repainting. I put the cigarette out and walked back inside, locked the door, drew the curtains, slipped into bed, pulled the covers

As he'd killed these men of the North, Darius had come to understand a bit about them. They were larger than his countrymen on average, their skin paler, and he had a grim respect for their metalwork. The quality of their steel was much higher than what he was used to, this resulted in superior armor and weapons. They wore heavy plate mail, and ingenious mail formed from rings that'd been formed together. The swords that they wielded were longer, and heavier, as were their shields. Even their fighting techniques were different from what he was used to. Still, as large as the majority of them were, he was bigger still, and certainly stronger. He'd taken a number of the weapons off the corpses he'd made, and had studied the intricacies of

“...call this meeting to order?” A deep, masculine voice spoke. Triven wasn’t quite sure who it belonged to. He hadn’t heard it before.

Xion emerged from the dark portal into an alley. 'It's super quiet...' Wasking out of the alley, she found day that the main square outside of the Collisuem was empty. 'Where is everyone?' She wondered.

Kylo had returned to his sanctum, his personal quarters. A great many thoughts and emotions were swirling around in the Commander's mind. Far more than he could voice in a single conversation. He was excited beyond words to have finally found a way to destroy the Rebellion, excited to see just how strong Zyra were and could be. But all of that excitement were overshadowed by other emotions, new emotions. Desire. Lust. Attraction. New emotions that had surfaced only hours previous, when he felt the warmth of another being finding it's way to his very core. Just being near his new apprentice sent shivers down his spine. It fueled him, fueled his power. He could feel himself more powerful now than yesterday just because of a few short but

Xion exited the dark portal with a finished mission report in hand, she gave it to Saïx who registered it in the database. After that, she left the Gray Room, thinking quietly to herself. 'Huh, I finished my mission a lot sooner than I thought and it's too early to go to Beast's Castle and wait for that boy to return. Wonder what I should do 'till then.'

He opens his eyes to an unfamiliar view—there is a blue-toned light hitting against the shadowed ebony metal siding. He hits his head from the van driving over a bump, "Ow..." he gently rubs the affected area.

''What are we going to do?'' Panicked Cisco, helplessly looking in horror the Dominator's ship slowly, but surely going down. ''Can't you use the ship's tracker to keep it away from Earth? Long enough to get inside?'' He quickly inquired to Sara.

‘’Woohoo!’’ Exclaimed Ralph, coming out of Cisco’s breach and back at the lab, as the engineer released his grip on him.

Bren nodded to 6D7 after he and the droid agreed to save thr mysterious young woman. Bren shook his head, knowing fill well he would have to improvise and BS most of the way through this. Soon the droid broke their silence on the way with a few beeps. Bren looks over " What? You don't think I have a plan for this?" the droid gave a low sigh like noise in response. "Hey buddy", Bren would stop to comfort his droid "You know I've got one". The droid would give a scoff "Don't worry, we got this, 6D7." Bren would quickly reply with a sly smirk on his face, but if 6D7 had eyes, one would certainly have seen them roll at his master's comment.

He soaps himself thoroughly, washes his hair twice, and holds his face under the water a long time, eyes closed, feeling like there was something he meant to feel now.