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Utter shock did not exactly cover Elcia's reaction to the old man's sudden appearance and his comment.
"Pardon...what?" She blurted out completely confused.

"I know everyone here! I've known you all when you all were genetic material. or before you alls creation......I remember the time Elcia made her home. and Rolands first step."

(I'm going to need you all to play along with this a bit)

the old man taps his cane on the floor and sat still but comfortably "I think her idea of sleep is the best idea. its quite late. and no fighting from any of you, its a peaceful night tonight."

"But Nerius. 'need not worry. for those who fight a noble cause will have good things come upon them. whether they see it or not.' I believe your bosses wishes are not are not the steady path for what they want to accomplish. To do whats right is to be an example for those who do wrong, despite how powerful they may be."

Roland stared at the ground. Everything was just coming so fast now. Just yesterday, he was at least living a semi-normal life. Everything was just so... chaotic all of a sudden. The bank incident. The men watching his car, and the confusing info he got back on the men. The man coming out of nowhere and slaying Hedron, someone he had barely just met but still felt a connection with, as he did everyone else he had just met. The appearance of Nerius, who was supposed to be a foe. And now the old man who was hanging from a wall, who seemed helpless at the time. Confusion was swiftly becoming a quick part of his life. "G'night Ashoc. I might head off sometime soon too, although I don't know if I will be able to sleep at all."

Elcia sighed the old mad was right there was nothing they could do tonight and they seemed safe where they where. She tried to find her pet bird's mind but he was too far away or more likely she was too strained.
"Very well sleep it will be." she said pulling a cot under the open window. She did lay down but she did not go straight to sleep.

(since everyone went to bed more or less i'm going to speed up to the morning :3)

as morning drew in about 10 AM a bunch of noises of cars could be heard outside. a bunch of footsteps could be heard and before anyone knew it squads of SWAT teams busted in and tackled down everyone yelling that they remain still. they take their weapons and tools and handcuff them all. they take them outside and hold them there and a police chief approaches them

Chief: in a rough texan like voice just to fit a stereotypical nature of police chiefs "Well, well, what do we have here. a bunch of convicts that dress pretty funny. We read y'alls license plate and tracked ya all the way here. Ya'll better say your prayers. your big friend in the weird looking armor killed 348 people! and you all are accomplices in those acts and vandalism. You all will be in the jail house for a LONG TIME!" he laughed and took in a cigars worth of a smoke. "Load'em up boys! We got ourselves a raise coming"

a small tremor could be felt and in a low and loud voice "ASHOC!" a car flies up in the air and lands on an officer next to Ashoc. a figure began running towards them and covering ground fast. the policemen pull out their guns and starting shooting at it but the bullets ricocheted off. After a closer glance it was Hedron running towards them and his guitar and sword were gone and replaced with an even larger diamond like blade that was wrapped in an orange energy at the hilt. a dragon made out of blue energy wrapped around him and he jumped up into the air and landed on the other officer next to Ashoc crushing him and he uses his blade to cut another on in half. the dragon swoops in and 2 officers get swallowed by the energy and melted into nothing.

Hedron stomped on the ground and loosened up a large rock and kicked it at a officer and it crushed up against a squad car. he blasts some energy like a flamethrower and took down another 3 others

Chief: he gets a shotgun and gets in close and shoots at Hedron "You son of a b***h!"

Hedron: he turned around and kicked the chief in the crotch and with a loud yelp the chief stood motionless then fell over dead, his pelvis was destroyed and his spine was cracked up the middle.

Hedron stood up tall and looked at Ashoc and hunched over to her. he purred to her and nuzzled her. He missed her greatly

(Hedron is back by popular demand! and....a lot of hate mail ^^; )

Nerius stood blinking in the garish morning sun. Police vehicles surrounded him, all upturned by the creature... Hedron was his name? Ah, but names were for friends. He gazed in mixed shock and confusion as the massive creature knelt by Ashoc and nuzzled her. Nuzzled. The beast that had been so furious and terrible the day before. The one he presumed dead by the hand of an enemy too old to believe.

He pondered the happenings of the night before. 'So the mercenary has some power after all... those gauntlets of his...' And then there was the old man - someone he didn't recognize at all. An incarnation of Father Time, by the looks of things. Nerius greeted this thought with a dry inward laugh. And the elf. He realized he knew the least about her. She was so calm and collected. So poised even with the onset of unimaginable chaos. Then there was the machine. Not a machine? Could he feel and think independently of his programming? Nerius made a mental note to find out more.

Then Ashoc... She had been on the verge of tears as she strode off to bed. He had felt them welling up inside her - felt the single drop fall down her cheek as she lay on her cot across the room. It confused him... all this time... lies.

He struggled to clear his head as his gaze fell upon the beast once more. He was a defector now. One of the outcast. He could never go back without Ashoc, and he couldn't return with her. They would kill her. No, worse. They would torture her. He knew their ways. Their "information liberation techniques." Yeah, that's what the boss had called them. Nerius tasted bile as he shook the handcuffs through partially-material hands.

Silently, unsure of how to greet the situation at hand, he turned back to the warehouse door and walked inside. He headed straight for his cot, sighing, still thinking, and sat on it. Everything was so mixed up... so confusing. For the past years (How long exactly? There was no telling...) he had been living under the falsehood of presumed order. "The Agency would take care of it. The Agency -always- took care of it." But now... could the Agency stop even this? A full-fledged band of resistors?

Who knew...