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The New Valuan Armada

A calm wind ruled the skies bathed beneath the lunar glow of the seven moons. Barely a flutter of pale white cloud marked the view of unbroken sky blue in all directions. A tranquil silence carried across the bridge of the New Valuan Armada Endeavour class experimental battleship, Captain Alicia Cousland stood on the raised command platform overlooking the bridge staff as they carried out their duties.

“All systems operating within normal parameters” announced the bridge engineer.

Upon ascending to the throne in the wake of the cataclysm five years ago Valuan Emperor Enrique had established a raft of reforms across all aspects of Valuan society, intended on reducing the vast social and economic gap between the wealthiest and the poorest across the empire. One of the largest reforms was the establishment of the New Valuan Armada. Built from the remnants of the previous administration its focus shifted towards technological advancement and training for civil defence and international cooperation as opposed to their expansionist predecessors.

Born into a lower aristocratic family, with neither the exorbitant wealth nor the political standing of many of the other nobles, Alicia was free to live a life away from the stifling and ever changing currents of the Valuan Imperial court. After graduating from the Valuan Imperial Academy Alicia had been inducted as a ship’s captain within the Experimental Engineering Corps. Within a few months of beginning her new post Alicia had found herself summoned into a one on one meeting with the Emperor himself. The Emperor told her of a new class of Battleship being developed which would outperform the current generation of ships in terms of effective range, operating efficiency and combat performance. The hope was this new class of ship, based off of the Delphinus, would herald a core of vessels able to offer unlimited travel and protection from hostile creatures for explorers searching out new lands. He continued that air trials were scheduled to be conducted within the next few days and that he had requested Alicia act as commanding officer during the exercise.

With her immediate acceptance Enrique dictated the navigation route for the exercise, a fairly simple patrol along the northern edge of the Valuan continent which while remote was considered little more than a milk run amongst Valuan navigators. What perplexed Alicia however was the Emperors insistence that the ship be fully crewed and supplied for the full duration of the exercise and the operation details of the operation be made known to only those directly involved.

Before the Rains of Destruction had fallen Alicias father had been an aeronautical engineer serving under Lord De Loco, as such Alicia had spent much of her time amongst the Valuan military shipyards which is what her father had always said helped foster her desire to serve in the Armada. Alicia knew first hand that Air Trials could be conducted by a novice captain with minimal crew. While she could understand the need for discretion the insistence for full crew and supplies was counter-productive to his requirement for absolute secrecy; however such was the emperors’ wishes.

“Weather is clear, wind light and variable. Minimal cloud ahead” the navigator reported optimal conditions.

Shortly after the establishment of the New Valuan Armada patrols began reporting coming under attack by members of the Blue Rogues band of Air Pirates. Amongst them was the legendary air pirate Vyse.

“Maintaining course and speed” the Helmsman reported,

A decree was swiftly issued by the Emperor that a promotion of several ranks awaited the entire ship’s crew of the single Armada vessel which bested the Blue Rouge Vyse in either ship to ship or hand to hand combat. Whispers abounded that Emperor Enrique did little to discourage, or perhaps even orchestrated, the raids against his own fleet, citing it as an excellent way to keep his soldiers prepared and his officers honest in this time of peace. The only stipulation was that no lives were to be endangered, at present the running score weighed heavily in favour of the Air Pirates. The only notable exception was a case in which during an exchange between Vyse and an Armada Cruiser a sudden storm erupted, dealing significant damage to both ships and requiring a desperate evacuation of the Cruiser. Disaster was only averted by a daring rescue conducted by the raiders which saw the crew taken to safety while their ship was eclipsed beneath the clouds. In the end the end the engagement was named a draw.

“Ship sighted!” the helmsman declared, awakening Captain Cousland from her looming daydream. “It came out from under us”

“How did they sneak up on us?” asked the navigator.

It seemed that Emperor Enrique had grown into a devilishly sly man, with little hint of self-doubt that had burdened him in his youth remaining. Perhaps his time amongst the Air Pirates had a greater effect on him than anyone could have anticipated.

The ship suddenly emerged into the view, blazing past the Endeavour on her port side. Although antiquated by the standards of Valuan ship design the wood and sails ship remained the preferred choice among the majority of sailors. The ship’s hull appeared to incorporate extensive reinforcement combined with improved top of the line engine to account for its impressive speed. The main focus of the Captains attention was the flag fluttering from the ships mast, the cutlass and skull on a blue field, the mark of Vyse the Blue Rogue.

The fault of many previous Valuan ship captains had been to equate antiquity with weakness swiftly forgetting that in the hands of an experienced crew even the most basic vessel could prove a formidable foe. Such an underestimation could prove a fatal mistake, one Alicia vowed she would not make herself.

“Enemy ship is slowing” the navigator announced. “They will be in range shortly”

“Are they going to attack?” asked the weapons officer.

“No, it’s a ruse” Alicia interrupted. “As soon as we attempt to pursue they will make use of their superior mobility to their advantage to circle around us”

The advantage of Valuan ship design was their swivel mounted turrets allowed for a full 180 degree field of fire. Traditional ships by comparison could only fire broadsides, requiring them to come alongside their enemy to fire. Alicia anticipated the pirates wished for them to pursue a top speed at which point they could out manoeuvre them and strike where they were vulnerable.

“Slow engines” Alicia ordered. “Load main gun with concussion shells. Prepare to fire”

“Aye aye” the weapons officer carried out the commands on the bridge console. “Main guns ready, Captain”

“Fire main guns” Alicia ordered.

A moment passed before a thunderous crash erupted, Alicia felt the report of the guns ripple through her even standing on the ships bridge. Two rounds traced towards the target, leaving a white trail of vapour in their wake as they accelerated. The Blue Rouge ship turned sharply, evading the pursuing projectiles with almost taunting ease. Endeavour continued to pursue the pirate ship, firing off a succession of cannon rounds which the enemy continued to slip past. Alicia knew this situation called for a change in strategy.

“Stop all engines” Alicia ordered. The rumble of the ships engines beneath her feet ceased, only to be reinvigorated as the reversing engine engaged and brought the ship to idle. “Launch torpedoes” The torpedo tubes opened on the deck, two torpedoes erupting from their canisters to trace across the sky towards the target. Alicia hoped that pulling back would lure their enemy into a false security, leaving them vulnerable to a surprise attack.

Before the strike could find its mark however the Blue Rouge ship turned sharply to come back on itself, the torpedoes tracing harmlessly into the distance as the ship turned to face down its aggressors.

“Enemy ship is approaching fast” the helmsman declared. “They’re going to ram us!”

“Brace for impact!” Alicia grabbed the railing in front of her, her whole body tensing in anticipation of the inevitable impact. Whether by reflex or design the pirate ship made a last ditch correction, turning what would have been a head on collision into a glancing blow. Alicia watched as the Blue Rouge ship passed by Endeavour, their hulls meeting in scream of metal contacting metal. The shockwave which followed sent unsecured charts and equipment spilling across the bridge, only their firm grasp on their supports kept the bridge staff at their stations.

“Automatic fire suppression triggered on deck three” the bridge engineer announced. “No casualties reported. Hull integrity is maintained”

Even as a glancing blow any normal ship would have been torn asunder by such an impact. It was only the pirate ships reinforced hull which made such an attempt a remotely viable tactical option. Alicia still had to wonder if that had intended to be a glancing blow by design or merely the result of the daring manoeuvre being abandoned at the last conceivable moment. Regardless, it appeared their opponent had drawn first blood without even firing a shot.

“Re-engage engines” Alicia ordered.

The ships engines reengaged with a metallic roar as she felt the surge of vibrations beneath her feet. Endeavour began its slow ascent back up to speed, turning about to face their enemy before they could mount another attack. The Endeavour came out of its turn as the pirate ship continued to sail away from them, perhaps gaining distance whilst preparing themselves for another charge. As the Armada ship continued its pursuit Alicia couldn’t help but notice a change in their opponent following their clash. A ship which had once soared and dived effortlessly through the air now seemed sluggish and encumbered. Perhaps the force of the impact had damaged their opponent more than Alicia had anticipated.

“Enemy ship is coming into range of our cannons” the weapons officer announced. “Concussion shells armed”

“Fire concussion shells” Alicia ordered. The crack of the main guns reverberated through the ship once more. The concussion shells trailed a white line of vapour in their wake as they approached the enemy ship. Alicia expected the pirate ship to make some other daring manoeuvre to evade the incoming attack, but with the shells fast approaching the ships course was maintained. The concussion shells struck the hull in an eruption of displaced air and shattered metal.

“Enemy ship is hit” reported the weapons officer. “They’re drifting”

It was true. A ship which a moment ago had been merely trailing now appeared dead in the sky, it all seemed far too simple. A ship’s Captain who could perform such a daring manoeuvre would not allow their ship to languish. At the same time she could not allow such an opportunity to slip her by.

“Prepare the boarding party” Alicia ordered. “Bring us alongside”

“Aye aye” replied the helmsman.

The Endeavour slowed to a crawl as it moved within range of the drifting ship, the boarding party assembled on the deck threw out grappling hooks to latch onto the deck of the ship. The air pirates ship was drawn alongside the Valuan battleship, once the lines were secured the boarding party clambered aboard the pirate’s ship to begin their search. Protocol would dictate that the boarding party would find the commanding officer and challenge them to a duel. Alicia would then have her chance to face the legendary pirate Vyse in an honourable duel.

The minutes passed with no word back from the boarding party. The interminable silence was almost suffocating as-

“Captain, the boarding party have completed their sweep” the Vice Captain reported. “There’s nobody on the bridge” That was impossible.

“Then who was flying the-” Alicia said.

“Captain” the bridge engineer interrupted. “Emergency, emergency!”
The New Valuan Armada
I had some doubts about writing this one. The entire story was born of an idea I had that after the events of the game Valua was rebuilding under Enrique and to keep his troops prepared (And his officers humble) Enrique encouraged competitive raids by Vyse and Co against his Armada with the current score being almost entirely in the Air Pirates favour. However even as I started writing it I found this story to be very different from what I usually write. Most of my stories are either deeper explorations or reinterpretations of events usually focusing on minor plot points and characters rather than a full blown ‘This is what happened afterwards’ story. The reason I’ve decided to write this despite my reservations is far more personal.

When I began writing this I was in the process of moving house after starting a new job. At this point I’d been moving every year due to work and University so I was pretty used to it and expected this one to be no different than the other twelve (No seriously) house moves I’d made in the past few years. The problem was that the place I was moving into was a new build which hadn’t been completed when it was supposed to have been. The problem wasn’t even particularly large, delays between solicitors and electricity companies meaning I couldn’t technically move in despite it being ready. On top of this the flat I had been moving out of had already been rented and I had no family/close friends within commuting distance of my new job.

This left me in a state of limbo spending over a month moving between a succession of hotels and Bed and Breakfasts, each with varying costs and availability of washing, cooking and internet facilities. All throughout this time there had been little word when the flat would be completed to the point where I was seriously considering looking for an alternative.

I think the most difficult part was the constant feeling of loneliness I felt and not having a place to call my own. I knew the area and I’d lived there for several years before I moved so I guess that helped keep me grounded. The other thing which helped was writing this story about one of my favourite all-time series based on one silly idea I had.

In the end though it got sorted out, I moved into my new flat and I’m enjoying Skies of Arcadia more than I ever have before.
Epilogue: So That Wars can End

Weeks had passed since her Gift had been revealed. As she had predicted others with the same abilities were soon discovered amongst the soldiers of XCOM. Men and women she had fought alongside since the beginning of this campaign, even raw recruits with barely their first taste of combat against the aliens were revealed to have these latent abilities.

In that time the engineering and research staff had completed construction of the Hyperwave Relay and with it discovered the Overseer and the Ethereal Device. Shortly afterwards the Temple Ship emerged, threatening to tear the planet asunder in their final desperate effort to bring the human race to its knees. Their only hope was for an individual to enter the Gallop Chamber and interact with the alien artefact that was the source of the alien’s power. In the end there could be only one volunteer, one sacrifice.


Big Sky touched down on the surface of the Temple Ship. Strike One, the finest examples of humanity armed forces, disembarked onto the surface of the ship with weapons drawn. From the moment they arrived on this alien ship Kiara began to hear voices permeating her mind, the cold unfeeling voice of the Ethereal. The voices whispered the tale of those who came before, those seeking ascension to a greater plane of existence, and those who failed in their quest.

Sectoids, frail and filled with anger and rage.

Floaters, mechanical abominations born of a twisted mind.

Chryssalids, slaves to their basest instincts.

Mutons, unrefined and simple creatures.

Sectopods, ungifted machines.

Ethereals, those who fed upon the gift of lesser beings and found themselves consumed by it.

Pious reassurances which justified the deaths of thousands of innocents, the ruthless execution of Delta Squad, bringing humanity to the very brink of annihilation.

They finally faced the alien leadership, the Uber Ethereal and the Muton honour guard. When the enemy fell the group released a collective sigh of relief as they knew the enemy leadership had been neutralised. This relief was short lived however as by defeating one threat to humanity they had succeeded in creating another. With the Uber Ethereal dead the Temple Ship was prepared to collapse upon itself and bring about the destruction of the planet. There was only one way this could be stopped.

Kiara turned back to face the rest of her team. She could not allow the others, the men and women who had fought beside her and had followed her into this madness, to be taken any further.

“Go!” with a single blast of Psionic energy she cast them out, sealing the door behind them. Left alone on the bridge she knew there was only one solution. In the end it seemed the doctor was going to be proved correct. Her only regret in this life is that she would never be able to tell the doctor, she was right.
Chapter 1: English Dream

Five weeks had passed since their return from the winter city of Moscow. The time had been well spent training and leading anti-Templar operations within the Italian capital and the surrounding countryside. Now Master Auditore was dispatching them on their next assignment.

An Assassin cell operating in London had received word of a Borgia weapons contract being arranged in the city. Rumours circulated that the Templars were to meet with the goal of arming all of Europe for full scale war. The Assassins goal was to identify and eliminate the leaders of the operation with the primary target being the contractor them self. So far the only clue to their identity was their alias, Lupo. Master Ezio had informed all of them that the coming assignment would be personal for each of them.

For Fina, this Templar ordered the attack on her family after her father refused to bend his knee to forge Templar steel.

Velia, the Borgia seek to use the resources gained from this deal to secure all of Italy in their name. The rights which granted your family their hunting grounds for generations will mean nothing in this new world order

Alessia, the trading company spearheading the contract is one owned by her father.


It was a long cart ride to the coastal French city of Calais. From there they would meet a contact who could secure their passage across the Channel.

Stepping off of the cart the Assassins found their senses immediately assaulted by the thick sea air combined with the stark smell of industry which surrendered the cities lively nature as a centre of commerce and trade. Walking through the city they became lost in a sea of faces, three nameless travellers going about their business. They had come to meet the contact, the person who had given their name as ‘Charon’.

As they neared the dock the illusion that they may have been able to pass through France unfettered was broken. Plastered across the wall of the tavern were three wanted posters each offering 14,000 livres (50,000 f) for the lives of three dangerous Assassins who had infiltrated the city.

“Seems we’ve finally caught someone’s attention” Alessia said.

“50,000f” Viola said. “Frankly I thought we’d be worth a lot more”

“Give it some time” Fina said. “Soon you shall have every Templar, Bounty Hunter and two bit city guard vying for your head in no time”

Velia replied. “Only after they’d claimed the three coppers for your worthless-”

“Excuse me”

Their banter was interrupted by a voice beside them. They turned to be greeted by a figure dressed in a dark brown cloak, their face concealed beneath a hood. “Path of light” the figure offered.

“Concealed by night” Alessia offered the counter phrase.

“I have a letter, from a friend” the messenger reached into their cloak and retrieved a sealed letter. Alessia accepted the letter, passing it between her hands as she scrutinised its authenticity. It appeared untampered, a letter bearing the seal of Master Auditore himself.

“Were you told of the letters contents?” Alessia questioned.

“Only that I was to deliver to Apprentice Saba in Calais” the messenger said. Alessia began to question why the letter had been addressed to solely her by name.

Alessia broke the seal of the letter, reading the encrypted text. Translated the letter read:

Apprentice Saba

I hope your assignment is going well. The bearer of this letter is someone you may be familiar with. She has been sent with my blessing to assist you in your task.

Master Auditoure

Alessia glanced up from the letter. With the persons features concealed beneath the shadow of their hood Alessia had not realised until now that she did indeed recognise the messenger.

“Adrianna” Alessia said. “What are you doing here?”

As the young girl who had in her previous life once served her father as his daughters personal attendant looked up to meet her gaze Alessia could see the tears beginning to form in the corner of her eyes. “I’m sorry m’lady. Your mother is dead”


Such news would be difficult for anyone to accept at the best of times. To hear such news on the eve of an excursion into an enemy controlled city would be more than sufficient to see almost anybody cast into a void of ceaseless torment.

Despite her fractured relationship with her father Alessia had always embraced her mother with the same love and compassion she had doted upon her daughter since birth. Even after her self-imposed exile in which she relinquished all claims to her previous life her mother had always remained the single solitary tie Alessia had to who she once was. To hear of her death was to finally surrender to the knowledge the she would never again be able to return to the life she once knew.

Yet in the face of such adversity Alessia remained determined in her resolve to see the mission through to its conclusion. After the initial shock of the moment had subsided Fina and Velia had agreed to continue deeper into the city in search of their contact. This allowed Alessia and Adrianna some brief time alone to talk freely.

“How did you ever end up involved in all of this?” Alessia asked the first question. The two women strode through the city streets, to the casual observer little more than exotic travellers chatting idly while awaiting the ship to their next destination.

“Master Auditoure recruited me into the Order not long after you departed for your assignment in Moscow. After I completed my training Master Auditore dispatched me to deliver this letter with instructions to support the recipient. When I saw it was you, I just couldn’t hold back the truth from you. We did not know if you were alive or dead”

Ever since her departure Alessia had made an effort to maintain ties with her mother through letters and packages delivered through intermediaries. She made sure to avoid any reference to where she was other than she was doing well and she had settled with new friends, assuring her mother that she had not fallen in with Thieves or Courtesans. She often received replies, letters sent through dead drops or contacts within the Order. But one day the letters simply ceased. Alessia had always thought her mother had simply given up on corresponding with a daughter who refused her pleas to return to her family.

“Your father was upset, distraught and torn apart over losing you” Adrianna said.

“Losing his dynasty you mean” even as a young girl Alessias father had treated her more as a prized legacy than a daughter.

“No, Little Fox” Adrianna insisted. “That was not what I saw. All I could see was genuine anguish, torment born of a man who had to suffer the loss of his daughter and his wife in a single life time” Alessia was surprised to hear her name spoken aloud by her companion, a secret pleasure usually reserved for only their most intimate of moments. “After you left your father began to turn his rage against the servants, with nowhere else to go we were forced to endure his wrath in muted silence. Shortly after you left we began to hear rumours you were alive and working in the city, you became something of a symbol amongst the servants as someone who had risked everything in pursuit of freedom”

“I’m not a symbol, I’m a fool” Alessia admitted with a downturned gaze. “The girl who left her pampered life and was almost killed for the privilege”

“You know where we sail, and of my father’s involvement, and what is required of us if we meet him” Alessia asked.

“If it is necessary” Adrianna said.

Their walk brought them to the edge of the city docks. Intermixed among the crowds of traders, artisans, travellers and sailors, Alessia could discern the flaring red of Templar colours. It was no surprise that the Templars would dispatch agents against them, given the implied importance of the coming meeting and their growing notoriety since Moscow.

Among the ever shifting crowd remained a single constant, two figures dressed in familiar dark cloaks stood conversing with a large man. He was heavy set, curly brown hair which descended down his flushed cheeks to form a thick layer of stubble. He was dressed in the thick leather shirt and pants, a uniform marking him as a port worker. As they drew closer they began to overhear snippets of the ongoing conversation.

“They say they’re looking for suspicious characters dressed in white hoods” while the conversation was conducted in fluent French the man’s thick English accent betrayed his origins. “Now who fits that description?”

“It is called hiding in plain sight”

The unexpected voice infiltrating the conversation suddenly drew their attention away, turning to face their new arrivals.

“Crikey, there’s more of you!” Charon gasped in mock surprise. “Charon, at your service”

Charon, ferryman of the damned to the underworld, rather appropriate pseudonym for their line of work.

“I would assume you have a way for us to get past them?” Alessia asked.

“Travel is restricted only to those with official business for the city” Charon said. “And as a reputable man of commerce-”

“I’d hardly call you respectable” Fina remarked.

“I’m also not the one they’re looking for” Charon pointed a large finger towards the far end of the dock. “My Schooner is docked at the far pier, how you get aboard is your own business. I’m just the ferryman”

“You’re a credit to your profession” Fina retorted. “And don’t forget if we can’t leave the port you won’t be paid at all for your ‘business”

“I’ll take care of it” Adrianna interrupted the exchange, stepping forward to the head of the group. She turned back to face her team. “I will cause a distraction while you run for the ship” Before objections could be raised Adrianna slipped away into the crowd, blending seamlessly into the backdrop of varied movement and colour.

The peace and normality was swiftly shattered upon the young acolyte’s sudden reappearance. Riding atop a galloping horse she tore through the packed city streets, forcing onlookers to disperse left and right to save their lives. The sudden commotion swiftly drew the attention of the Templar agents, their desire to pursue enflamed as the thick black cloak swiftly fell from the riders shoulders. The sight of the Assassins robes caused the soldiers to see white, forcing them to make fast pursuit of the fleeing suspect.

With their attentions diverted the group made their attempt and ran the full length of the crowded dock. Those not wary enough to move aside were savagely thrust aside by their advance. Reaching the docked schooner they charged up the gangplank and immediately prepared to bring the ship to sail. Lacking the time or patience necessary Velia chose to simply cut the mooring lines clear with the sharpened edge of her short blade. Alessia and Fina worked to unfurl the sails while Charon took his place at the helm and prepared to set sail.

“Where’s Adrianna?” Alessia asked. Looking out over the deck she saw the chaos erupting across the port. Adrianna and her horse continued their rampage across the crowded dock.

As Adrianna approached an opening in the street a group of Templar guards emerged before her with swords drawn. Adrianna was quick to evade the enemy blockade, raising high in the saddle she leapt from her horse and landed atop a stack of crates. Utilising her momentum she clambered up onto the roof of the port building. Without the restraint of its rider the horse continued its charge forward unabated, smashing into the Templar soldiers in a flurry of men and steel.

“We need to wait for her” Alessia called out.

“No chance” Charon called back. “We’ve already cut our mooring lines and your friend has got half the city guards following her” Charon turned the wheel sharply, bringing the ship towards the opening of the harbour. “If we don’t leave now they’ll seal the port and have half the fleet blockading us at sea”

Adrianna continued to charge across the city rooftops, fighting to keep pace as her only lifeline slipped towards the open water. Adrianna reached the edge of the building, without hesitation she leapt from the precipice like a graceful eagle in flight. Extending her hidden blade from her wrist she threw out her right arm and cleanly cut the rope hanging idly from a nearby support, catching it in her hand she continued her descent. As the rope pulled taut it arrested her fall and curved her around in a graceful arc towards the ship. As she reached the top of the arc Adrianna relinquished her hold and once more surrendered to the influence of gravity, rolling with a dull thump onto the deck of the ship.

As the sails caught the wind the ship departed the harbour to cross the English Channel bound for the shores of England leaving chaos in their wake.
English Dream
Sequel to 'Russian Knight'.

(Assassins Creed Brotherhood)

The Assassins Order are dispatched to investigate a Templar weapons negotiation in England.
The Norma Hunt

A flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder marked the storm which continued to rage beyond the walls of the facility.

She felt the burn of the cold concrete beneath her bare feet as she ran, the rhythmic clap echoing through the confined corridor.

She went this way!

She heard the rhythmic thump of approaching boots fast on her heels. She turned a corner at the end of the corridor, another long open expanse spread before her offering little safety. It had been this way all her life, for as long as she could remember. The cycle had to be broken, she had to escape, she had to be free.

The ever looming threat of death was proving to not even be her greatest fear in life. Her greatest regret would be to leave this world unloved, having only known happiness at the helm of a device born only to destroy. She continued to run down the open corridor, hoping and praying that her salvation would be found-


A voice called out behind her. Her feet refused to slow.

We’ll shoot!

The sharp metallic crack of readying weapons. She knew she had no choice, she knew this moment marked her defeat. Her run slowed to a gentle trot, her arms raising from her sides high above her head in a show of submission as she stopped.

She heard the rhythmic clap of boots against the stone floor, the cold press of metal against the back of her exposed neck.

Caught already it seems.

Another voice taunted her.

You’re coming with us.

Her captors held her hands tightly against her back, forcing her through the facility with the press of the weapon into the small of her back to keep her on track. They reached their destination, the cold metal door opening to reveal lavishly decorated quarters filled with all the luxuries and comforts usually denied to Norma. She was thrown onto the large double bed in the centre of the room, feeling herself being drawn in by the voluptuous bed sheets.

Her first captor climbed on top of her to straddle her stomach, a devious glint in her captors’ eyes. “I never thought you’d be caught so quickly. You should make some more of an effort to give it some sport, Chris”

“Right” Chris sighed beneath her breath. “Sorry Hilda”

“Maybe we should strip her naked next time” Rosalie said. “I’m sure she’d prove a bit more determined”

“Yes” the smile only grew across Hilda’s rose red lips. “What do you think Chris?”

“Ok” Chris is resignedly.

It seemed that this was to be her sole lot in life, the dog.
Chapter 2: The Night of the Thief

The young traveller left the Sanctuary at the rise of dawn. Discarding her robes for a black leather tunic and pants concealed beneath a travellers cloak she hoped such sombre attire would allow her to tread the open roads undisturbed. She mounted her borrowed steed, Shadowmere, and set out on her journey towards the eastern fringe of the frozen land.

Sofie had chosen to remain on the main roads and soon found herself passing through the hold capital of Falkreath. Although the estate she had called home for the past few years had only been within a few miles of the town this was one of the few times since she had come here since her mother’s passing. As her horse trotted slowly through the street she strained to overhear the fleeting conversation of two men standing outside the local inn.

“Wasn’t that the estate of the Dragonborn?”

“Yeah, I heard something happened a few days ago. You hear anything?”

“The guards went out to investigate this morning. The whole estate looked abandoned, scars of battle everywhere”

“Bandits you think?”

“It’s an odd sort of Bandits that use fire and ice spells. And there weren’t nothing stolen, no weapons or jewels missing. Only thing that was gone was a load of clothes and all the food in the kitchen”

“You’re right. Mighty strange bandits who break into the home a dragon killer for a frilly dress and a stale sweet roll”

So it was true, the estate had been abandoned with no trace of Brelyna, Runa or Lydia. No doubt the city guards presumed everyone either dead or taken by whoever had attacked the estate. She could not risk returning to home based on idle curiosity, but it did not comfort her to rely on second word and gossip. For now it would have to suffice.

A few days ride from Falkreath laid the city of Riften. Known as the City of Thieves it was a city regarded as a den of treachery and deceit unfit for all but the lowest of creatures of Skyrim.

Sofie arrived as a fresh sun broke over the horizon on the fourth day in the wake of the attack. She dismounted Shadowmere at the edge of the forest lingering just within sight of the city, preferring to approach the city on foot rather than astride a demonic mount. She walked the beaten path as many travellers had done before her draped in her flowing black cloak she hoped she would be able to pass unnoticed-

“You in the cloak” the challenge of a guard’s voice stopped her in her step outside the city gate.

“Yes” Sofie acknowledged the guard.

“You have to pay the visitors tax for entering Riften” the guard said.

“Why would I need to pay to enter the city?” Sofie asked.

“The visitors tax is paid by all non-residents entering Riften. If you don’t, bad things happen” the guard repeated.

“I call horker dung on that, how can you expect me to believe-” Sofie instinctively reached out for the dagger at her belt. Riftens reputation for violence required-

“My apologies, miss. I didn’t recognise you” Sofie noticed the guard had taken an interest in her mother’s pendant around her neck. “Please go ahead” the guard stepped aside to allow her entry.


Walking through the streets she found the city carried itself with a cold and weary dreariness as much in the people as the architecture.

Leaning on the railing overlooking the river across from the market square she could watch the bustle of the people going about their trade. On the edge of the city she could see the towering citadel of Mistveil Keep piercing through the morning fog. The moment she had stepped into the city she could feel a looming sense of sadness and sorrow, or it may have been the smell of the canals-

In a flash of movement too quick for her eyes to follow a figure emerged from the shadows behind her. She felt a hand at her belt, her purse. They ran off down the planked street.

“Hey, give that back!” Sofie protested and swiftly gave chase down the street after them.

Reaching the end of the street the thief darted around the wall to emerge in the courtyard of the Temple of Mara, Sofie remaining close on his tail as she pursued him. Following in his wake through the courtyard Sofie emerged into an eerily silent graveyard. Fearing she had lost sight of him she glanced up to watch as her quarry scampered across the treacherous rooftops as naturally as a creature born to traverse the urban jungle of wood and stone.

Forced to continue the pursuit at ground level Sofie could only fight to keep pace as the young thief ran from rooftop to rooftop across the back alley of the city. Quickly running out of roof space to traverse the thief leapt from the high ledge and surrendered himself to the unforgiving influence of gravity, transferring his fall into a roll which brought him back to his feet in a single motion to continue his escape.

Turning a corner Sofie found the thief standing at far end of the alleyway, struggling to unlock the metal gate. He turned to face her down because he had no choice; she saw the desperation in his eyes. Sofie realised she had drawn her weapon out of instinct, she did not know what she would have done once she had caught him.

This was not just some mad dash for justice or a crusade to right some injustice made against her, all the money she had left since leaving the estate was in that pouch. Sofie did not know how he would dare to break free but knew that he would have to go through her-

“That’s enough”

Sofie turned to be met by the source of the voice at the mouth of the alleyway, a woman with long blonde hair dressed in a black leather jacket and pants.

“You did well to keep up, almost too well for a common mark” the woman commented to Sofie with a sly grin. “You though” the woman’s tone suddenly turned harsh as her attention was shifted to the young thief, she stepped past Sofie without a second glance to stand high over the young boy. “What the hell happened there? What’s the first rule of running away?”

“I know” the young thief replied with downturned eyes, clearly being forced to suffer the repeated sting of the same lecture for the ever growing nth time.

“Always know your escape route before you execute the snatch” the woman enunciated every word as if she wished them to be thoroughly nailed through the boys’ skull.

“I already picked the lock-” the boy was quick to reply in an attempt to redeem himself.

“Second rule” she interrupted, seemingly anticipating his response. “Always assume your escape will be blocked and have a backup already planned”

“That’s what I thought” the young thief pleaded. “If I could just get through here I could loop back around to the graveyard and-”

“Rule three; never return to home base with a tail on your arse” the boys pleas appeared to fall upon deaf ears. “It seems she’s got you cornered here, not seeing much hope of you getting away now”

“Right, sorry Ve-” the young boys’ apology was silenced by a sharp clip around his ear.

“Rule four, don’t let slip any information about who you are or where you’re from” the woman glanced over at Sofie. “I mean it’s not like she could find us anyway but-”

“What’s going on?” Sofie asked.

The woman’s attention suddenly shifted back to Sofie. “Oh yeah, you” the woman turned back to face the thief holding out her open palm expectantly. The young boy produced a leather skin pouch from his pocket, reluctantly handing it to the woman. She accepted the offering, bouncing it in her hand to test its weight. “Since he got himself caught he doesn’t get his cut this time” the woman threw the pouch back into the hand of its owner. The young thief shuffled past his victim with a downturned gaze. “But he’s getting better” the boy turned, the woman threw a gold coin for the boy to catch in his cupped hands. “And frankly I can’t be arsed training another one if he ends up dead for lack of a meal in his belly”

With the young thief gone the woman finally returned her full attention to his victim. “There, you got your gold back”

With her final word made the woman simply walked away without a second glance. “Wait” Sofie took a few steps in pursuit. “He said your name was Vex right?”

Vex stopped with a weary sigh, not even bothering to face the girl directly. “Now, I’m sure you already know who I am, and I know why you’re still here”

“You do?” Sofie asked.

“You’re the little girl from the small town with stars in her eyes wanting to join up with us and become a dashing thief like in the stories. Well sorry girly, we don’t just let anyone in on our line of work. Try your luck at the Bee and Barb, I’m sure they could do with another dish maid” the woman continued to walk away on her own. “Oh, and drop the cloak and dagger routine, you look ridiculous”

“What, no!” Sofie was quick to give chase after the woman. “If you’re with the Thieves Guild then you’re the one I was to meet. I was told you knew my mother and I needed to know-”

The woman stopped in her step. “Hey, wow” she held up her hands in defence. “If you think one of my guys is your dad then-”

“No, I was told to come here and ask you too-” Sofie persisted.

“Look, I’ll stop you right there; I’ve heard it all before. Sorry kid, give me one good reason why I should even waste my breath with you” the woman turned her back once more.

“Because sometimes it takes a child to tell the Jarl that he is wearing no clothes” Sofie said.

The woman stopped. “What did you say?”

“So I was right” Sofie announced with a noticeable tinge of audacity. “You knew my mother, Brianna Hunter”

“I haven’t heard that name in years” the woman pondered. “Alright, dropping her name gets you a chance at least. Let’s talk”


“So you must be the ‘Little Dove’” Vex said.

Sofie shook her head. “Why does everyone I meet call me that?”

“Because that’s what you are” Vex replied flatly. “Your mother was the big fearsome dragon and you are her adorable little songbird. Truth is it was your mother’s pet name, not ours. She always called your sister her Little Wolf and you were her Little Dove. I guess your sister preferred to run around the forest with her nose in the dirt while you had your head in the clouds”

“Mother really told you about us?” Sofie asked.

“Of course. I also know if you’ve come all this way there is only one reason, you wish to learn to become like your mother”

“No I-” Sofie stuttered. What do you mean ‘Become my mother’?”

“You’re here to learn as your mother learned from us. How to hide in plain sight, how to pick locks of any chest or door you encounter” Vex brushed past a passer-by with only the faintest flutter unsettling the flow of the people strolling around them. It was only once they were a few paces past the encounter that Vex revealed the leather skin pouch concealed in the palm of her hand. “How to steal from a mark”

“And what if I did not come here to be like my mother?”

“If you want to survive in this world you must learn these skills, there’s no two ways about it”

“If you say so” Sofie had one more thing she had to know. “At the gate, the guard commented on my necklace, he seemed to think it was important”

Vex glanced down at the necklace around her neck. “I remember that, your mother always wore it. Even when we were doing stealth jobs she refused to leave it, she said it was important to her”

“It was my mothers, it’s one of the few things I truly have to remember her by”
“Come on” Vex said. “I’ll introduce you to the rest of our dysfunctional little family”


“Welcome to the Ragged Flagon” Vex announced into the cavernous space before them.

In the very moment that she stepped into the open space whatever thoughts and opinions she had once held about the city above suddenly disappeared into the sickly green ooze which bubbled and lurched in the centre of the pit, this place smelled far worse.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the smell, eventually” Vex’s reassurances proved small comfort as Sofie pondered the realisation of a pseudo city hidden in the sewers beneath Riften and how many of those living above knew that such a thing even existed beneath their feet.

Stepping past the array of weapons, armour and alchemy shops into the communal bar area on the far side of the cistern Sofie found herself surrounded by people who in her previous life she would have regarded as dangerous and untrustworthy individuals. How her life had changed.

“Pull up a chair” Vex indicted the vacant seat at the table lingering at the edge of the bar. “I’ll find us something to cure what ails ya” Sofie sat herself down while Vex offered to get some drinks for the two of them.

Sofie had never been much for alcohol, having spent her life living on the street witnessing the anger and depravity such drinks arose in normally sensible people. Now more ever she needed to keep her mental faculties about her and could not afford to dull her senses if she was-

“So you’re the youngen then?” a voice from behind drew her gaze for just long enough that once she looked back she was met by the sight of a large, shaven headed man as he dropped unceremoniously into the unoccupied seat beside her.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Sofie asked

“No” the man replied flatly. “Names Devlin, I used to work with your mother. Divines, I remember your mother. She had great big tits and fat arse”

“That’s my mother!” Sofie was shocked.

“Which one do you mean? You’ve got two of them ain’t ya?” Devlin laughed, taking an ample swig of his drink. “Sure is a shame she was into all that, would have loved to try her on myself”

“I can’t believe my mother would work with people such as you” Sofie said.

“People like us, eh” Devlin laughed. “Listen Little Dove, sometimes there have to be bad people in the world so that good people can feel better that they have never done the things we do to survive in this world. I never met your mother, your other mother that is, but your mother would talk about her and you kids non-stop. Nearly blew our cover on more than a few jobs because of her mouth, a few being more than zero in my books-”

“Alright Devlin, that’s enough” Vex reappeared, two hefty flagons held between her hands. “No need bore the kid to death with your dreams of conquering her mother”

“Where did you find her anyway?” Devlin asked.

“I gave her a saucer of milk and she followed me home, I was going to ask Brynjolf if we could keep her” Vex smiled. “Now are you quite done?”

“I was just regaling the young lass with the tale of how her mother brought the guild back from the brink of the abyss and re-established our position as a dominant force within every city within the reaches of-”

“Yeah, yeah we all saw it” Vex sat down on the unoccupied seat beside Sofie. “Now do you mind shoving off, I’ve got to have a talk with the Little Dove”

“As you wish” Devlin hefted himself up and silently returned into the idle humdrum of the bar around them.

“Is it true what he said about my mother and-” Sofie trailed off as the thoughts seeped into her mind.

“Devlins an old pervert” Vex passed the flagon across the table. “I’ve told him before if he follows me to the lake again I’ll cut off his most valuable asset. He never listens though”

Vex ensured her colleague was truly beyond earshot before she returned her attention to the young girl at her side. “Now then” she asked, raising her flagon to her lips in anticipation of the sweet drink. “Let’s hear the tale of what brings you to this den of sin and debauchery we call our merry little clubhouse”

Sofie fell into a recount of the events which had led her to this place. She told Vex of the men who had attacked the estate, her escape through the forest, how she met the assassin who had told her the truth of her mother’s past and the chance encounter which had brought her to this place.

“So the blue witch yet lives eh? I guess after the number of lives the Dark Brotherhood has taken it’s too much to ask the universe for one in return” Vex took another swig of her drink. “As for your men in black cloaks I’ll admit even in my infinite wisdom I’m stumped to think of anyone who matches what you describe”

“You’re saying that you cannot help me” Sofie replied defeatedly.

“I never said that” Vex interjected, keen to nip the accusation in the bud. “There is only one person in the Thieves Guild who may have an idea of what it is that hunts you” Vex took another swig of her drink. “I’ll send a message; should be able to meet them by morning”

“By the way, where are you staying tonight?”

Sofie bit her lip and she resisted the urge to reply.

“I suspected as such. Your mother maintained a house in the docks, I’m guessing she had the key on her last time she left” Vex reached into her pocket, she cast a leather bound satchel of small metal picks across the table. “Use these on the lock” Sofie could only stare at the illicit tools until Vex finally responded. “What, your mother never told you to pick locks?”

“Yes” Sofie begrudgingly answered.

“Then what’s the problem? It’s technically your house anyway” Vex took her final long swig of her drink. “I’ll stay with you tonight until you learn about your mystery attackers, keep the other guys from getting any ideas”

Her instinct had been to reject the offer. For now all that she wished was to be left alone to contemplate all that came before her. She knew that such an attitude would only see her dead in this situation, she could not show any sign of weakness to these people.

“Very well” Sofie said. “For tonight”


A journey bound by the touch of the cold.
A traveller guided by the words of the bold.

A vanguard rises at the sirens call.
A dragon whispers a name through the wall.

A daughter cast to the whims of the tide.
A mother bound by a life she must hide.

A cold covered mound, holds the truths of this tale.
A traveller’s journey, to safeguard the truths of the veil.

“That’s a lovely song” Vex mused as she listened to Sofie sing the tune softly beneath her breath as she sat on her bed, clutching her knees to her chest. Vex ran the final pass of the cloth across the bladed edge of her dagger before placing it down on the table alongside the rest of her freshly cleaned assortment of blades, picks and armour plates.

“My mother, Brelyna, she used to sing to my sister and I every night when we were children” Sofie said, singing the words brought back memories of happier times.

“How did you know my mother?” Sofie asked.

Vex rose herself off of the chair at the desk, passing across the house she collapsed unceremoniously into the vacant bed besides Sofie. “I was here when your mother joined the guild. Thanks to her efforts the Thieves Guild has established contacts in every city, and as Guild Master she commanded our resources across Skyrim. We even had people in Whiterun keeping an eye on you and your sister, your mother’s orders”

“You were watching?”

“Every time you and your sister would sneak out of the city to go play by the riverside”

“So you were watching me all the time” Vex smiled. “Or every time you used to hide beneath the bridge to get out of doing your chores”

With the memories of her childhood swiftly returning to her so too did memories of her mother. “Why did my mother speak so harshly of this place to us?”

“Because it’s true” Vex flatly, offering no defence for the city she called her home.

“But why did she tell us never to come here, to the city where my sister was born?” Sofie asked.
“Because she wanted something better for both of you” Vex replied.

“I have to know” Sofie swiftly shifted the topic. “Gabriella insinuated that she had been... with her”

Vex sniggered beneath her breath. “Your mother was rather adventurous in her time, and I’m not referring to simply fighting Dragons”

“So” Sofie said down beaten. “You’re saying my mother cheated-”

“No” Vex silenced Sofie before she could finish the thought. “This was before she met Brelyna, the one person in all of Skyrim who could ever tame that Dragons soul”

“So, did you ever?” Sofie’s mind drifted to other thoughts.

“In my youth I did cast a flirtatious gaze over the Jarl, Laila. We even invited her Steward Anuriel with us on occasion” Vex’s slips curled into a feline smile as the memories returned to her. “She was a right goer in her day”

“But you and my mother?” Sofie repeated the question.

“Never mix business with pleasure” Vex suddenly returned serious for the briefest of moments. “Unless” but as quickly as it had dispelled her cat like grin had returned, accompanied by a drifting hand across her thigh. “You enjoy that sort of thing?”

Sofie only now realised that Vexs fingers had drifted further up her thigh, likely the same dexterous skills she used in her thieving. After her experiences with Gabriella Sofie was eager to take the lead in this moment. Sofie pressed her weight into Vexs shoulders, rolling her onto her back and taking advantage of her surprise to pin Vex beneath her on the bed.

“How cute” Vex smiled devilishly. “The little pup thinks she’s Den Mother”

Vex was swift to reassert her control over her younger counterpart, rolling the two of them across the bed only for her to emerge on top in the end. Sofie found herself pinned beneath Vex, throwing herself upwards she pressed her lips to Vexs.

“Huh” Vex appeared mildly impressed at the attempted subversion. “Perhaps you should be the ‘Little Iguana’, work your way up towards Dragon”

Sofie knew what this was, a battle, and a test of dominance. In truth Sofie knew that this was not a contest she could hope to win yet still she resisted, determined to prove herself at least a fighter in her late mothers’ eyes. To her astonishment her persistence was rewarded as she began to gain the upper hand, an offered victory no doubt. In her mind Vex relinquished her unwavering grip over the situation, tasting the arousal at the merest thought of allowing her actions to be dictated by the whim of another.

“I thought you said you would never mix business and pleasure?” Sofie said.

“I would hardly call what we have business” Vex said. “Besides, what is the point of having a rule if you refuse to break it?”


Sofie lay in her bed, held in the warm embrace of her sheets. A rustle in the darkness unsettled her from her slumber. She saw a figure looming in the shows. “Vex?”

Sofies mind returned to the reality, the dark outline of a figure looming over her.

Welcome Little Dove.

“Uh” Sofie groaned hoarsely. “Why does everyone call me that?”

Because that is what you are, Little Dove.

Sofie opened her eyes, a dark spectre looming over her draped in flowing black robes. Her vision began to clear as she saw herself sitting in the centre of a dark cave.

“Welcome” the dark feminine figure raised their arms in open acceptance. “To Nightingale Hall, Sanctuary of Nocturnal”

“Who are you?” Sofie asked.

The figures hand reached up to remove their mask and cast back their hood. “My name is Karliah, servant of my Lady Nocturnal”

“You were the one I was told to meet” Sofie said. “The one who knew the truth about my family”

“Is that what you were told?” Karliah asked. “Very well, what is it you wish to accomplish?”

“I need to find the people who attacked my family, I need to protect them” Sofie said.

“A noble endeavour” Karliah mused. “To do that you must become your mother”

“So I have been told” Sofie said. “But I do not know how learning to pick locks and steal pursues will help me to find the people who attacked my family”

“Your mother was far more than a mere thief” Karliah laughed. “Your mother was a Nightingale. She swore her oath to Nocturnal as one of the three. Although she may not be your mother by blood her heroic spirit dwells within you”

“What are the Nightingales?” Sofie asked.

“We work with duty in the service of our Lady Nocturnal” Karliah said. “Our work serves with honour and we do not taint our blades with the blood of innocents”

“Are you saying I must be as my mother and conspire with Deadra to spare myself?” Sofie asked.

“You must become your own person and dare to live beyond your mothers’ shadow” Karliah said.

“If that is what I must do, then I accept your contract” Sofie accepted

“Very well” Karliah reached out to her. “Now, sleep Little Dove”
I know I don't write journal entries very often but I decided to now because I have 'Good News Everyone', of sorts.

As far as submissions and random comments my profile is about to go quiet for a few weeks (Yes I know, you're crushed) but the reason for this is because at the end of the week I shall be departing on my first trip to the United States. As some of you know I've been training as an Aircraft Pilot and so now I'm heading to Michigan to train with the air school in Traverse City. Any locals will recognize me as the brit student in a brown bomber jacket who seems way too interested in aircraft and engineering for most people. Anyone who suspects they may have encountered me may utter the phrase 'The Black Wolf from Soviet Russia' to identify themselves as someone who has read this posting. If you receive the response 'Only in winter 1986' rather than the traditional response of 'What the bloody hell are you talking about?' then you'll know you've found the right person.

However before I leave I've got two more chapters to review before I submit them. The first is the next chapter of Soulstorm- Spirits of the Wasteland, in which the Tau finally make contact with the elusive Eldar of Kaurava. The second is the continuation of Photo Op- Maktar Resort or Bust, the continuing saga of Ratchet and companions on the run from the Galactic President for daring to seduce his daughter. After I finish reading over them again I'll submit them into the gallery by the end of the week.

I know that while this is rather late to most PS3 gamers but since I've only just recently acquired one myself I finally managed to complete the PS3 exclusive Valkyria Chronicles. Any of you who have yet to play it I highly recommend it as another instalment from the studio that created Skies of Arcadia (Another of my all time favourites). The two games are rather similar except with VC focusing more on tactical shooting and SoA more towards world exploration but they're both rather like Final Fantasy but actually understandable in what's going on!

Anyone who's been read some of my works will know I hold a love of the video game Mass Effect and the TV show Avatar the Last Airbender. As such it's been an enjoyable time recently which saw the release of Mass Effect 3 and Legend of Korra. Ever since their releases I have been hunting for inspiration to write something on both of them. I don't know whether it was simply a massive case of writers block but it's taken me quite a while to come up with any inspiration sufficient to write about. Finally though the spirit of non-profit writing has smiled upon me and I have finally come up with sufficient inspiration to start writing. Hopefully I'll have something worth showing by the time I return so stay tuned.

I know it's pretty much a mortal sin now to mention Mass Effect 3 without referring to the much debated 'Ending'. (Please note some may consider what I'm about to say spoilerish so take that into consideration). I can kind of see why people would be angry about how it turned out but personally I wasn't surprised. Rather than being annoyed about the ending I think most people are simply bummed that finally most of the mystery has been revealed. Back in Mass Effect you learn the Reapers are an Advanced Machine Race out to kill you, Mass Effect 2 you learn the Collectors are the Protheans, Mass Effect 3 you find out the whole cycle of destruction is to preserve order through mass slaughter. Much like with 'What the Quarians look like' I think most people preferred it when they could let their imaginations go nuts and each had their own personal theories, once the series has given the 'True answer' all that speculation evaporates. I was expecting something along the lines of either the Reapers were pre-programmed from some previous war and after their creators got killed they simply repeated their previous orders or it was their method of growth/development, as suggested by the Human Reaper in the Collector Base.

Personally I don't think the line 'We kill you all to preserve order on the command of another higher being' seems a bit defunct to me but I guess since they've got to have some other mystery to solve in the next instalment otherwise where are they goanna go next?
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sargechris Featured By Owner Feb 12, 2013
Nice job on your story's its been a while since i been on this site. and posted anything. Well if you watched ep 9 of spartan ops they revealed something more a key to ancient forerunner tech.
LoneWolfArtist Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2012  Student Digital Artist
Thanks for the kind comment It's really great to know that theres also someone othyer than me who enjoys lindsey stirlings work I actually play the viola so she's a big inspiration to me ^^"
alimination602 Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2012
You play the viola, thats really cool.

I've never been very musical but being in engineering i always find her music calming and relaxing to listen to as i draw up 60 page wire drawings.
LoneWolfArtist Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2012  Student Digital Artist
yeah everyone says the viola and violin are hard to play but there really simple.and yes her arts are always impressivly relaxing
alimination602 Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2012
I'm guessing it requires a lot of timing, memory and co-ordination to be able to do it well.
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Lorcan0c Featured By Owner May 5, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Hope your birthday is treating you well

alimination602 Featured By Owner May 5, 2012
Thanks. I've finally had some quiet time to relax and do some writing.
Lorcan0c Featured By Owner May 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm glad to hear it.
watchamacallit-daAL Featured By Owner Nov 26, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks for the fave :D
sailor-star5 Featured By Owner Apr 2, 2011
hello, could you do a star wars clone war story showing bariss trying to help Ahsoka live past the event of the trandoshan kidnapping her.
alimination602 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2011
I don't usually take requests and i can't legally be paid upfront for writing them (Copyright laws and all). However if you are feeling generous towards a deviantART writer you could always poke around my wishlist.

I am in the process of writing a similar story involving those two after the incident on Geononosis. However that project is in early stages of writing right now.
sailor-star5 Featured By Owner Apr 3, 2011
I understand what you say (Unfortunately i am broke as hell at the moment) though i am happy to hear that last tidbit.
Ratchetfan123 Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2011
I faved the first three chapters of photo op by the way its pretty good.
Ratchetfan123 Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2011
Looking thorugh Your favs if you dont mind. The Ratchet and Clank ones especially. I am a big Ratchet and Clank fan so those pics appeal to me. Srry if I sound nuts.
Ratchetfan123 Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2011
Hey man whats up? Hope you had a good new year.
alimination602 Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2011
Pretty good so far.
AhsokaTanoFan2 Featured By Owner May 30, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
lol nice profile checkout mine
AhsokaTanoFan2 Featured By Owner May 30, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
lol nice profile checkout mine
hanaraad Featured By Owner May 22, 2010  Professional General Artist
Thanks for the watch!
alimination602 Featured By Owner May 22, 2010
No prob. I especially like the ME2 comics!
coreythemighty Featured By Owner May 16, 2010
I absolutely loved your Halo stuff. There needs to be more people like this on the internet. I just don't see or read about people that "get" Halo on the internet. Keep the media coming!
alimination602 Featured By Owner May 16, 2010
Thanks alot.

As long as ideas keep coming, i'll keep writing
coreythemighty Featured By Owner May 17, 2010
I hope to read some new stuff from you soon. It's taking forever for the next Halo book. I'm so ready to find out what happens after Ghosts of Onyx.
alimination602 Featured By Owner May 17, 2010
Me too.
Randomness2K9 Featured By Owner Dec 19, 2009
Hey, I realised you didn't appear on my watchers list. What's going on?
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