Paradigm Mine

M.I.A.

To put it simply; Time was unkind to the displaced Nevick hunters.

While the Nevicks carried on with their plans of hunting and visiting with the Wulves; The events of Embers Sabotage of the entanglement device; took place. Nothing could prepare them for how much time would pass.

The universe lost track of Zypher and her crew. Consequently in this time period- several sightings of Ember near research centers were frequent. If having the deepest darkest data storage was something you excelled at; Ember was the ice pick to the brain to your storage.

With all research data lost on Ember and her origins; she too disappeared from memory yet again. During these years a galaxy wide hunt of Nevicks began but; Due to the low numbers of Ravens Calling, their efforts were feeble at best.

The Galatic media often spread the honest truth- which often painted the Ravens Calling as 'thugs.' Media at this point reported only truthful events- an amendment The Calling; once they had enough power, could change.

8750 years would pass for Zephyr and her crew. For them; only a month had passed. A unique universe waited for them to emerge from the Temporal Displacement Zone. Weather they wanted to or not.

A universe that crime and violence had twisted and polluted. The civilizations; if you could call them that now; fostered hatred for any bounty hunter. Regardless of their Clan.

At first they picked outer rim worlds to visit. Something that would at least give them an idea of what the people were like. This was a very calculated incursion, there shouldn't be any surprises.

Recently a small discovery was made by Mia; she had developed the ability to automatically scrub from the local camera or media networks; recorded images of their team. All media digital or otherwise was to the penta-bite removed as fast as it could be captured. This was a unique ability that Mia issued for her Crew.

Calus 2 was picked. Small M class diamond mining planet. Wouldn't draw much attention if they were discovered here.

The planet was busy with activity as The Enigma Settled down near a forest. As was protocol; the scans of the planet began to flood in as The Terminus in orbit scanned from above.

Oddly enough; a pack of Wulves appeared to be on this planet. Out of curiosity; they felt compelled to investigate.

A research center was hidden within the walls of a cave like structure. Each race had their own ethically governed research facilities- This was not THAT type of centre.

The instruments and by its designs; it looked as if it was owned by yet Another nameless organization. Often the same corporations that owned millions of planets, often owned people and warships. It was the same every time. Nothing ever lead back to who was doing this.

A large gate kept opening and closing as grey and silver rolling transports loaded up precious metals. The roar of the facility drowned out any other sounds nearby.

A drone or automatic system guided the delivery's. Watching for a pattern to gain access; they took a moment and adjusted their armour to the colour palette around them, effectively the three slipped from sight.

Well beyond the building and its business front. The center was under strict mitary watch. The Laquin Red Army was in control of this planet. Its leader- A decedent of a family member Cred knew personally, A lady Van-Drow.

Her two daughters differed greatly in how they administrated justice. One Brona chose to be cruel and vindictive and power hungry. Zivah- however; was brilliant and patient and never in a hurry to run to war; Yet a cunning warrior.

As far as their looks; Brona; a blonde with twisted braided hair trailed her scalp in fine fashion. Her small in stature form was odd for a Laquin. However; what she lost in hight she immediately compensated for cruelty. She was renowned by her traditional to execute those who failed her. Regardless of their relationship to her.

Where a trail of blood and tears was the footing of one sister; the other chose a different mantle. Zivah was A peacemaker with a hint of an attitude. Very rarely did she use her status as royalty or her military Rank. Zivah and Zephyr were also part of the same Special Forces Cell. From their squad it was now only the two of them left alive.

The News of Zivah Van-Drow alive after all this Time made Zephyr more happy than she could express. The decision to enter the facility and liberate the Wulves was made.

Entering the exam rooms; a morbid display of cruelty to the Wulves waited to greet them. A low light hushed the harshness of the experiments executed on these once living creatures.

A kinsmanship between Zephr and 'her' Wulves, was simply an understatement of the maximum calibre. Zephyr looked at these Wulves as her brother. While she refused to explain or examine the injuries done; she was forced to repair all the damage.

Reviveing the 12 Wulves in quick fasion; she burned with anger. As they realized "Nerowellun" had healed them; they too swore a pact to serve to her. This pack; while they primarily were meant for rescue; became an elite unit of black Wulves with piercing yellow eyes- who also remember who took them captive.

"Commander;" Athon the Alpha in this pack addressed her "hail to you commander. But be aware Brona is due to return very soon she's a skilled warrior my lady."

Zephyr oddly drew her razor sharp sword and spoke. "I intend to wait here and dule her under the crimes she's committed against sentient life." her nose twitched to one side as her helmet engaged. "I do not intend to kill her." she chuckled dryly as the other two hunters stood motionless and examined her.

"Someone needs to stop her from doing this against living sentient life." A slow reassurance and a nod was all she got from the other two.

Credulen stepped forward; softly he spoke; "there's no chance I'm letting you humiliate a Laquin Princess... Alone." he smiled wildly.

Mia likely breaking a few laws discovered "Zephyr; Brona is due to speak at their military headquarters on Karsis. Only high ranking generals and officials are on the invite list." Mia spoke and watched to see her Commanders response. At that moment their proximity detectors sounded.

It was now a week later and The Grand Chamber was in session. Only high ranking members of the Laquin social groups gathered in hushed session. The Warmongering Red Army of Aqaius 2 has been arguing its case for several hours to no avail.

The largest circular room in an underwater world echoed in resonance as voiced carried. Nobles with their hair braided as elegant and time consuming as possible- peppered the crowd of around 2000 attendees.

The invite list was very exclusive. Only the powerful feared and beautiful were in attendance. It was to some great alarm when the doors to the gathering flung open; framing a veguly familiar Brona. However; every hair on her head had been haistfully shaved to the skin.

Eyes widdened as the great shame of a bald head had never been seen in this room. Gasps amonst the silence persisted as she approached the highest commanding officers of the Laquin armies.

She bowed as a tuft of hair peeked from the back of her skull. Rising she made eye contact; "We need to discuss Nerowellun."