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[Brief summary of what's happened on Jishara: 44, a remaking of Tyr (the bronze guy Ora befriended in zombie-world) was found in some ruins and remade into a weapon to attack and destroy Jishara. Ora was also in Jishara looking for "Toli Ahremin" the girl that Haldis wants destroyed. Ora was the only one, at that point, to know the name of the girl. While 44 was destroying a city, Ora fought with him, and then 44 contacted Haldis about what to do with the crazy witch girl. Haldis told him to capture Ora, and to use the eyes of the bots (because Ora's illusions do not work on robots), and also to chain her down or keep in contact so that she can't blink away, or if she does she'll just take whoever is holding her with.

Ora gets caught, and is unable to blink away because of being smashed against 44's chest in something of a bear hug. 44 demands she hand over the name of who they're looking for. Ora obviously says no. Then 44 takes her hand and smashes it beneath his fist. At the same time Ora takes her chinese blade and slices off her own hand, effectively losing contact with 44 so she can blink away. Unfortunately Ora's brilliant plan of escape is foiled when 44 manages to grab a hold of her last second and he gets taken with. Lots of pain and threatenings. Ora is taken aboard a Kore ship and tortured with liquid suffering for several hours, and upon breaking down, realizing she was going to hand over the name, she did a last minute ditch and wrote "Save Toli Ahremin" in the stars with an illusion. So now everyone who was bothering to look knows the name.

Ora was then rescued by Xeen and taken to Vultis 12 and to a medical camp. Jishara is now under attack by 44, Kore soldiers killing mercilessly, and some scary robots who are heading off to kill Toli. Toli and her mother and brother are hiding in the caves, with some other refugees. The planet itself is sending distress signals out like hotcakes, particularly in hopes that Earth will answer their call. They're also sending out escape ships, but they are generally getting shot back down by the Kore. ]

Not particularly sure what the military would have them be doing, Pen followed after Jarred, after everything was already explained and explained well.


"Great" Svarly said with a long drawn out sigh. "moved again, hmm? Whatever. I'm kind of just floating back and enjoying the ride at the moment."

Lee nodded after Pen described the situation. "We've been picking up distress calls from the planet, but it was deep enough in Kore space to not risk it without proof. This is enough for me." He stood up from his seat in the council room, holograms of the members who could not make it on such short time. "Again, Shanra, you've been invaluable." He turned to the members of the council. "I believe this will prove our recent allies' allegiance. We'll send him and his first, buying us time to move in. Ships loaded and moving out in the hour, men."

Jarred nodded, sitting up from his hunched over, hungover position. "Yes siree, but it was Pendari here brought it all with her."

One of the holographic members raised an eyebrow. "Pendari? You don't happen to have a sister here in custody, do you?"

Jarred quickly excused himself to answer the call, rubbing his temples.
"Alright, fine, so let's say you are Johachim. What's up?"

Johachim made a small noise of irritation into the mic.
"We have already discussed that, Mister Shanra. I need the assistance of you, your Haze, and your brain."

Eric turned off the shower, diving for his phone, and barely avoiding braining himself on the vainity.
"This is Eric."

Johachim sighed.
"Yes. I an see it now. Some man with a funny accent asking for my social security number while a horde of robots are trying to tearing me apart. Why didn't I think of it?"

Svarlena had a mate in her holding cell, the local lock-up being a bit full.

Naturally, it was the black woman with the cornrows. And she was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

The woman just kept on grinning. "That's a local god for you, right? I have a brother named Thor. I think my parents were a little nuts, though, raising us in Siberia and giving us names from completely other places." She rose and paced jauntily, hands clasped behind her back, then did a quick Irish jig. "They named me Brighid," she added with a wink. "Don't you think it should have been Fatima, so I'd have a right to learn bellydancing? But no--" She crossed her arms in front and crouched low to kick her legs out the Russian way. She was actually quite good at it.

"Ours are both pagan gods' names," the woman replied sourly, giving up her dance to sit cross-legged on the floor. "All Thor ever succeeded in was breaking things and getting drunk, and Brighid? Hell, I don't even know who she was. Can't find a d*mn record of her more than 'Irish goddess who got turned into a patron saint when the Romans came.' And, of course, I suppose that means they wanted us both to be white? And me with flaming red hair, I betcha. 'Heard that's still a crummy color, where you're from," she added with a wink.