Cear walked through the hangar, admiring the vessels these humans built. they were well-manufactured - albeit rather small for him, but he could stand a little cramped awkwardness. He approached one, and noticed the girl had gone off somewhere. Then, she came back out of the shadows, with a man and a younger boy.

"Look who I found," she said, "It's my uncle Charles and boyfriend Thomas."

Cear froze. This was not right. Something was wrong. Again. He soon shook it off, though. Not your fight, he thought. Just go.

He climbed into the cockpit of a rather fine-looking vessel and glanced at the controls, getting used to what was what. the controls, oddly enough, seemed very similar to those of the ships his people used.

"This will work," he said to Anevia, Alex, the girl, and her new "friends". "I'm leaving." he started up the ship and closed the hatch, preparing for takeoff. he looked down one last time and saw Alex looking up with longing eyes. Cear would miss the youngling. What was this? He hardly knew the boy. He was not Cear's problem. He had to forget. Anevia just looked helpless, as if she wanted to fight but knew she'd already lost. The girl seemed oddly unperturbed.

He reached the outer atmosphere when a trnasmission came through on the communication headset he was wearing. "Cear," a familiar voice called, "Cear'Traskech, can you hear this transmission?"

"I hear you. Is this Traal?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, friend. The Kings had my family. I could not let them die."

"Better to let them die than let them live only because of yur cowardice," Cear growled. "You should have let them die as members of a proud warrior bloodline."

"I know, friend. I'm sorry. The Kings killed them, anyway."

Cear paused. "I'm sorry," he said. "They were great warriors, and I'm sure they died with dignity."

"Yes. Well, I did not feel right not warning you - the Kings are sending the Grand Armies your way, my friend."

"All of them?"

"Yes. Every legion. They're headed for Earth."

"Gods help us all," Cear said, ending the transmission. he glanced down at the planet below. I'm sorry, he thought. But this is my chance.

A minute later, he brought the vehicle back around and proceeded towards the hangar he had just flown from. The humans would be slaughtered like Gra'ceil without help. He could not doom an entire planet with a clean conscience.

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Name: Anevia
Age: The human equivalent of fourteen
Description: Pale blue skin, light pink tentacles and black eyes. (Their eyes: classic little-green-alien eyes that are tilted in and are huge)
Other: She is the daughter of the Captain of the Third Armada. Her father is extremely overprotective at times and usually keeps her out of harms way. This has caused Anevia to grow up rebellious.
VictoriaGlass


Name: Cear (pronounced Sare with a slight accent on the "r")
Age: the Katal'rin equivalent of 18 Earth years
Description: Reptilian, with scaly skin and clawed hands/feet. Has two large canine teeth, protruding as fangs, snake-like slits for eyes, small holes for ears. Large horns extending from the back of his head and curving around under his cheeks, ending at points in front of the face. Eight-inch long spines cover the backs of his hands, extending from his knuckles towards his wrists, but not curved back enough to interfere with flexing of the wrists, only a slight curve. Large, black domed plate on his forehead - a sign that he is one of the ancient leaders of his race. Skin has a color similar to that of an alligator.
Other: Cear is running from the new leaders of his species, who took power from his original genetic line of leaders, because they are trying to kill him and assert absolute authority. He is also fighting with another alien race, the Ophidians, against his own to prevent Earth's destruction and stop the new leaders from becoming to powerful. He is actually quite violent, but is very reverent towards figures of his religion. However, this will not stop him from using whatever means necessary to bring down those who should not be in power. He can be gentle to those he knows and trusts, but it will take a while to gain his trust and he is unpredictable when dealing with those he does not fully trust yet.
Ty694

Name: Alexander Peterson
Age: 15
Description: Blondish hair with blue eyes. Pale skin - thin and weak.
Other: Alex is the first clone to be 'born' from Peterson labs...he has yet to discover who he is.
VictoriaGlass

Name: Rosie Grace
Age: 15
Description: Reddish broen hair that falls to just below her shoulders. Green eyes. Pale with freckles.
Other: Also one of the firt clones 'born', but came a little after Alex.
Shally16


Name: The girl/Cynthia
Age: 15
Description: Brown hair, brown eyes. Very plain and normal looking, no one special.
Other: Nobody knows her real name, but the one she goes by most often is Cynthia. With her mother dead, she has taken the role of leadership for an organization that is aginst the Gemini Project. She is currently hunting Alex.
Shally 16

updated Nov 27 '11 by VictoriaGlass