Silver Age Beyond

Episode One
We can only take sanction in what happiness lies in our dreams

Caer Felca; the only Caer to exist on the ice plain, only the bravest ventured there and only the toughest survived. The walls were made of obsidian; to protect the only young, old, and childbearing inhabitants that ventured to the surface for fresh air from the cold and harsh winds. The proving grounds and lobby were all that sat above the thick tundra ice. Burrowed into the earth below were the home steads, horde halls, birthing grounds, and meeting rooms their walls made of the rock and stone of the home world; Drakonis. However, despite being the only Cear on the ice plains it was rivaled in size and population by only one other Cear. Mora sat above on the proving grounds in the fierce ice wind that pelted her scales like crystalline razors. Tucking her wings in tightly to her body and shifting her weight so her scales sat pressed against her skin for protection as she huffed to herself. “Moranai please come down for dinner, your day of training is long over. Its been cycles.” She could hear her fathers bellowing voice over the roaring wind. She knew better than to ignore him, heading down the passageways to her homestead she passed her wing-mate Krell in the corridors. She was lucky she was on the main pathway, the corridors here were much larger; had she been on one of the more private corridors it would have been impassible with two of them trying to get through. “Mora.” she could hear the purr in his greeting. Nodding politely in his direction she ducked down the corridor to her homestead. Her mother and father were waiting in the main entrance for her. “Sorry I was late, extra training.”

“Why do you feel the need to lie to us?” Her mothers emerald green eyes were full of fire and anger.

“Ketah please, let me handle this.” Maruu, cooed at his mate, in an attempt to soothe her. Ketah was with kit and had been moody as the day of the young Drakonis arrival drew near. Ketah humphed in the corner she was sitting in and said nothing more.

“Every time I tell you about it. You blow me off. You think I am lying, or making stories up. Yet I know I’m not, Krell and Sylise said they saw it and can feel it too. Something is coming father and its not good.”

“Mora, your days of being a sightseer will come, why do you feel the need to rush these things?”

“I AM NOT RUSHING ANYTHING!! I am telling you I. SAW. SOMETHING. OUT. THERE.” she headed off to her private quarters of the homestead.

“Do not raise your tone at your father!” her mother hissed as she left the room. She tuned them out as she more or less slammed herself down onto the pile of brush in her dwelling.

“You okay?” it was Krell, his voice was soft and tentative.

“They dont believe me. Again. What do i have to do? Show them? I saw something in the blizzard today dammit. I have for days, and they don’t believe me. No one does.”

“They’ll come around.” she could just hear the smile that was probably on his face in the words. She wrapped her tail around the tip of her shout and sighed heavily. “Want to go for a flight over the plains? I’m a bit hungry.” he added at her silence.

“If you want to ask me on a date Krell, just do so.” there was more vinegar in her words than she meant.

“Oh, I know. But I’m not doing that now. Timing isn’t right.” he replied without pause.

“I guess, they’ll give me hell for leaving again. Not sure how to get past them.” she eyed the door.

“Leave that to me.” then he was gone. She felt the connection sever, it was like a door closing. She tuned back into her parents talking in the entry.

“-Maruu your too soft on her.” her mother sighed.

“Shes not much older than this kit your carrying Ketah. I’m sure you remember your proving years. Its hard work, she has several people commanding her per day; she doesn’t need us adding to that.” Her father Maruu was one of the assistants to the Caer ambassadors when they went away to the Meeting Place to gather and discuss current issues. He was very level headed and kindhearted because of it. Her mother Ketah helped in the nurseries, handling kits while the parents were away or simply wanted a break.

“Maruu she needs to-” her mother stopped what she assumed were going to be harsh words and instead picked up a cheerful tone. “Yes Krell can I help you?”

“Oh I was told that Mora and I are to go on an extra patrol together.” Mora wished he had sounded more convincing.

“An extra patrol huh?” her fathers throaty chuckle echoed through the dwelling.

“Krell, Maruu and I wou-”

“Would be delighted if you took Mora on an extra patrol.” He interrupted quickly.

“Awesome, she in her room?” Krell finished not waiting for a response. He appeared in the doorway a few seconds later, she always forgot how his eyes had this fire to them; despite him being an ice type. The curve of his jaw line the flowed effortlessly into his neck then down the spines on his back. His wings graceful and almost translucent; were tucked tightly against his sides. “Ready?” his tail flicked back and forth excitedly. She stood and shook her head wistfully from side to side.

“Lets go then.” as they headed out towards the exit she heard her mom rumbling with happiness, she wasn’t sure why. Following behind Krell it was easy to see how much larger than she he was, the strong and toned muscles shifted effortlessly under his scales as he navigated the corridors. They reached the main lobby of the Caer, and were met by the Caer leader Katoh and his mate Nysaa. There were three new kits hiding behind their mother shyly.

“Going out for a flight are we?” Katoh inquired.

“Yeah heard there’s some nice fat ones out there. Also the blizzard has died down a bit and I want to check something.” Krell replied nonchalantly.

“Safe flight and strong winds.” Nysaa said as her, Katoh, and their kits headed down into the rest of the Caer.

Mora stepped outside into the proving grounds first and stretched her wings around a bit. She hated being so cooped up inside all the time.

“Hey, maybe some of us can go outside and stretch too huh?” Krell jokingly jeered behind her. She stepped to the side and let him pass, he stretched his wings she had to stifle a rumble when the sunlight caught his wings, shimmering of a blue iridescence in the light outlined by the dark blue of his scales and accentuated by the snow. “What was that?” he turned around to her, a teasing smile twinkling in his eyes.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased back and lifted off the grounds flying away, she couldn’t fly very high or fast with her being young; but she was faster than Krell, his big size made it hard for him to fly for very long at all. She spotted the beasts of the ice plains, trying to camouflage them selves from her, but her eyes were too keen. Swooping down she snatched one up in her jaw and landed a bit a ways from where she saw Krell circling over head. As she ate she watched him circle and circle and circle like a vulture.

“You suck at this.” she took a bite smearing fur and blood on her light blue scales and the snow.

“Shut up they’re hard to see. You got one so now they are prepared to hide from me.” he almost hissed it at her. She took another bite, ignoring his tone.

“There is one hiding right under you look for the black under belly when it moves.” she said pretending to eat some more.

“I saw it. I don’t need your help.” snatching it up he landed next to her huffing slightly as he began eating.

“Sure mighty plainsbeast, hunter.” she jeered while taking another bite.

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School In Session
Character Point Status = 80

Bulldog Bulletin
-Justin Kase
-Editor: Felicia Fox

Fall Fashion is In! – A few of the kids are trying to start a new trend. POWER ARMOR! Of course, I would love to come to school in a new set of freshly polished chrome awesomeness, but my parents and the faculty do not appreciate us working with power tools. Maybe the shop teachers will take a hint and start teaching us more practical things, like how to protect ourselves from the upcoming invasion of killer squirrels from outer space. Strangest fashion accessory: Ten gallon water tank… So heavy.

Parahumans, Wizards, and Aliens. Oh my! – Although it would be totally cool for us to see a showdown between Plasmaboy and Little Girl Grey, it is important to note that the display of superhuman abilities on campus is prohibited. The Principle has informed me that it is also mandatory that everyone be aware that violence, bullying, and discrimination of any kind will not be tolerated. Other than that, I am really excited to meet all the new kids that have arrived.
-Editor’s Note: Whoever turned Andera Abels green. Thank you from all of us, and sorry you got tazed.

Art History with Mr. Troilus – Philosophy my be down the hall, but plenty of anecdotal knowledge can be had here. From art as a means of survival to the expression of those things that can not be seen, no aspect of the endless possibilities will be turned away from thoughtful exploration. Altogether a pleasant place to be with the classical music playing throughout in the background. It should be stated however that Mr. Troilus as a very dry sense of humor, so be prepared for subtle comedy and don’t laugh when it comes.

Latin with Mr. Abernathy – Stuffiness and snobbishness are not grammatically correct uses of either word, but they apply when speaking about the atmosphere of this class. Mr. Abernathy, heart print boxers aside, is not the most agreeable faculty member, but his grading system is efficient and his sense of interior decorating reveals deep inner truths. There are going to be sooo many "A"s in this class.
-Editor’s Note: The use of extra letters for word emphasis or sarcasm is not proper English.

HOME with Mrs. Forrester-Guthrie – If you ever wanted a laid back home room teacher, Mac is the perfect assignment. Should you be lucky enough to land in her classroom, you are almost guaranteed to receive an open ear and a willingness to work through even the strangest of questions and situations. Unfortunately, home room is short, too short. Both caring and considerate, Mac is the model of compassion in the classroom. I think she also has a thing for Mr. Abernathy, but that’s just gossip.

Robotics with Mr. Hawkfoot – The Professor is a showman and a genius. No one is quite sure why The Professor is High School student, but the word in the hallways is that he was too cool for NASA and would rather be shaping young minds to create the tools of the future. His methods are sound, his music is retro, and his style is flashy. If you want to meet Sally or any of his other creations, his door is always open to the inquisitive student.

Lunch – Life lessons on pro animal dieting. Not all races of the galaxy are created equal, and there are some that are quite sensitive to the ingestion of fauna. Note to those, the bacon is fakin, so you can totally eat all of that you like, but stay away from the cheese pizza. Vegetarian, Carnivore, Omnivore, Pescatarian and Xenovores can all agree that the beet… mango… salad… thing was not made of anything edible.
-Editor’s Note: There is no meat in the cheese pizza. The writer is just greedy.

World History & Politics with Mr. Jenson – A lecture class that gets right to the point, Mr Jenson presents a universal and less biased point of view on one of the most biased classes. Breaking the ice in his class might be one of the most awkward and torturous things you may have to go through in a formal setting, but as awkward as it might be, it is also pretty important to understanding the diversity that we all share.

Statistics with Mr. Morahito – Mr Morahito-san likes to ridicu everyone, so be careful not interrupt his classu. If you want to learn more, please visit www.mrmorahitosstatisticclassu.org==. I would make a joke here, but I feel that the statistical chance that he will find it funny is lower than my desire to make it. We, the student body of Garfield High School, now understand why the Japanese people are so good at math. Thank you, Mr Morahito.

Then there was a fire drill to begin the first day assembly. Fun, games, and a few serious scouting opportunities from our extracurricular activities.
What a school year we are about to have…

“Krogga for Class President,” so says the excited winged guy that just buzzed by me.

Nomination for the night goes to TheBigKyle… way to go man.

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Introduction Session #1
Building Teenage Alien Trouble

Character Point Status = 80 Build Points (8 Possible Points in Personal Flaws) + Racial Template
From this point forward, character point status will equal the last passed whole number for the party in Build Points.

There were Tacos. They were amazing, but a little bit more spicy than I would have liked. Next taco night, I need to add some more cumin and paprika to the mix that is already made in order to thin it out.

Andrew – First to arrive and first to be approved. Sean is ready to go and full of metallic goodness. A.K.A. Oodie McBoodie== (no, not really).
Zach – Next to be approved, the Fur Ball is ready by character sheet standards, but has a mysterious race at this point.
Justin – After alphabetizing an exhausting number of skills, Orion is ready to go.
Ian – Probably the least complicated in the lineup, Noah the walking terraformer is approved and ready to alter the world.
Buttons – You know what you did. The little genius Iktojian is all approved and stuff.

And then… Chris ate mightily and hungrily with great fervor and much gusto.

Schiffler – The bugman was up for inspection and his thorax has been tested and approved.

Parents were discussed. There are many of them. Buttons’ parents are the coolest. Especially McKenzie Fox, the school guidance councilor, foster parent of Sean Lex.

Elisa – Justin helped Elisa write up her character and make the dragon all statty. Chris saw it, and after re-mathing, saw that it was good.

Casey and BigK were missed. Except for these two lovable weirdos, character creation was finished.
All sorts of random things were talked about at this point and it would not be long before we all headed home for sleep and other things.
It is my personal opinion that Ian is filled with good ideas.

Chrisperience Earned = 2
Nomination = N/A

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