Arriving at the station you find docking is imposable from the transport, however you are able to convince the captain to just let you off. Breathing eather comes in handy some time.. a quick walk/flight later you are able to make it to what little farming land the brotherhood has on the station, odd plants that grow in the eather are being tended to by a few brothers and they show you into the small temple they have in the station.

Jita found the temple easily enough. She looked around quickly, noting that her darker brown skin made her stand out among the other Akashics. Her sari was a pale saffron, but lacked much of the ornamentation that most women her age favored. Beneath her dress she wore a flowing pair of pants in a lighter olive color. Jita carried a daytripper bag hanging loose from her shoulder.

She scanned the monks she saw in the entry way for some sign of a leader among them.

You find that the head of the temple was killed the day before yesterday and the oldest student is filling in until a new master arrives.

Sweets of Ganesha, what have I entered upon?, she wondered, while keeping a cool facade. Perhaps this would work in her favor--the eldest student might not have hears of her, and she might be able to demonstrate her value before judgments set in.

She bowed formally, holding her bag out of the way as she bent. "Hello, honored Brother. My name is Apirijita Patel, and I seek lodging during my stay in Victoria Station. I am happy to lend my services to help the temple during my stay. "

Everything she was doing was technically correct. She hoped that her reputation might take some time in following her here.

One eldest brother nods. "Yes, we were told you had arrived. You will have to excuse us. The death of our elder has shaken us some, many are praying for his spirits safety others just trying to cope and recover. He was a good man and the circumstances of his death are worrisome... his essence drained from him we worry of his passage along the wheel." He sighs some "If you are not bothered buy such a task, if an outsider like yourself would mind packing his belongings so we can send them to his family, it would be appreciated. We have heard word we might have to evacuate the station, and not many feel comfortable with disturbing his belongings so soon.... oh, and there is are some messages for you I believe."

Jita nodded, knowing that, for the mean time anyway, she would be given tasks that were considered less-than-holy, even some that may be seen as dishonorable. She cared little for the political of the Temple, though, and this task seemed fairly simple in order to gain access to the Temple.

"It would be my profound honor to tend to the fallen Master's affairs. I shall do my best to revere his memory and bring comfort to the grieving." Jita deepened her bow, while taking in this monk's measure. She listened for the cadence of his breath, and for any subtle inflection of his words that might offer her insight.

"Messages? For me? Here?" she wondered aloud"I cannot imagine who could be leaving me messages here....".

Jita let the sentence trail off, waiting for the Brother to respond.

"I don't know the messages where sent here and we didn't look at them." He nods to one of the younger students and he brings you a data pad handing it over.


You have a few messages.

Most of them seam to ether be from your family, they seam worried you ran off. There is one from U4 governmental security, it is a warrant of sorts accusing you of all sorts of war crimes you didn't (well most didn't) commit and demanding you turn yourself in and saying if you don't they will hire bounty hunters. The last message seams to just be a flyer of sorts:


Dear Valued Customer,

   We received word from one of our many freelancers that you are from India, this is quite interesting to us and could make both of us money. If you would be willing to submit memory scans of any unusual creatures, lifeforms, monsters, items, artifacts, locations, or the like you have encountered we would be willing to give you a fair compensation for anything that we use. As well as being paid any time we use one of your scans for making avatars, items, or to formatting a sector. We are looking for anything are designers haven't seen before and are willing to pay for information on the behavior and visuals of anything out of the ordinary. If your submission is used as inspiration you will receive modest credit and credits. Should your submission be used as a base then you will be credited in the products description and you will receive a much higher commission. If you are interested or would like more information please contact me.


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                                                                         Savy Spice
                                                                         Astounding Avatars & Ect.

The brother smiles some. "I am glad you came, I would hate to leave anything of his behind or make anyone here more upset than they already are."

She was mildly concerned about all the U4 business--her mentor had been something of a throwback to the old Ascension Wars. While Jita hadn't directly participated in Saubhika's personal war against the U4, she hadn't exactly not participated, either. Saubhika continued to hang over her, and it was just a matter of time before she would have to deal with the U4.

Jita was unsure what to think about the message from Savy Spice. She originally thought it was junk mail--the way the words fell, and the carefully chosen, detached phrasing suggested as much. There was something a bit peculiar about the offer, though, so she closed the message without deleting it.

Jita met the monk's eye, and offered a subdued smile. "I am glad to be of service, Brother. I would be happy to begin now, unless there is a better time?"

He nods some. "Now is fine, just leave the bed and writing desk as they are. Huoshui or the security may still need to gather information from them."

Jita nodded without speaking, then started towards where the Brother had directed. It seemed that the Master's quarters were simple enough to find. She would make quick work of it, and then Jita would be free for a time to start exploring her options in the Station.

The chamber is modest as you might expect, he don't have many belongs besides a few artifacts and a good deal of scrolls and books. Many of the scrolls in the same hand writing... likely his own. As for the bed and table, the bed is a mess, and on the table are several scrolls full of sutras related to the Akashic Record, he must have been reading from it. Also there is a bowl full of ashes of some burnt papers, and a paper laid out in some one else's hand writing with the following:  link to a message in this game

Sweets of Ganesha, what madness is this?

Jita wondered as her eyes danced quickly across the page. Duality and rage, written with a melodramatic, almost paranoid tone. Though there were two 'voices' in the writing, Jita found it interesting that the same hand wrote them both. It was as if the speaker were profoundly narcissistic, and anyone else reading it was insignificant.

She suppressed an awkward shudder in the dead Master's room. Jita had already wrapped up a good bit of the personal effects--what few there were--and had been wondering what to do about the Master's writing.

Surely this Temple could benefit from their fallen leader's teachings. And though it was right thinking to give the original copies to his next of kin, there was nothing unethical with maintaining a copy for the records for the good of the Temple.

Jita fired up her tablet and swipe scanner. She started a file folder marked VS Temple Files, and began systematically scanning the documents. Each one became a file with a title--often the based on the first sentence, as the Master had not really written much with a formal Western structure. Jita did what she could to arrive at a date of the writing--hoping to tag them for the Temple's archivist--though she admitted that most of that relied on guesswork.

Jita thought against scanning the strange dualistic rant. It did not seem to speak well of the Master if it was by his hand. On the other hand, she knew that sometimes insight may be hidden by madness. Jita scanned it, but moved the file to a hidden folder on her tablet. She erased any history of the scan and of the document's move to the hidden folder.

Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable in the Master's Room, as though it suddenly became very suffocating. Jita could offer herself no rational reason why she felt the need to hide her activity--covering her tracks like this seemed counter-intuitive, and yet there she was.

Jita was thankful that she had finished wrapping up the scrolls and books, except for that one angry piece of paper. Something about it stuck in her craw--the way it seemed so very out of place, the disregard for life and Right Thinking. She suddenly decided against sending it along to the Master's family, folding it quickly and shoving it into a small pocket hidden behind the back of the tablet's case.

After she finished, Jita left the room and sought out the Temple's senior monk.

(You didn't give her any computer/technology/security.... she wouldn't know how to hide the file)

The elder student had come to check on you after a few hours and shook his head sighing, seeing you forgot about leaving the table be, but didn't say anything. He was revealed you had only disturbed the papers and not the desk or ashes. "You seam unsettled, the primordial lust and demonic energies that resonates from that foul woman's taint is disturbing.... thankfully I am told that she has taken her path along the wheel. We have a bath if you wish to cleanse yourself."

"Yes, Brother, I would rather appreciate that. The energy here is...stifling."

Jita nodded politely. She waited for further directions to the baths.

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Yup, you're right, she doesn't really have the chops to hide a file. So that means that nearly anyone with any of the skills you listed--even one dot of them--could probably find her awkward attempt.

He leads you to the entrance to a small communal bath. The kind where one washes then bathes to relax. "If there is something else don't hesitate to ask some one"

Jita took a quick bath. While others around her were leisurely soaking, Jita had work to do. Her cleansing ritual was much like bathing in the Almighty River--starting at her crown, and working down her chakras to alleviate the stresses against them. Jita found her breath, and through it, Right Thinking.

Jita was drying off and getting dressed, changing into fresh undergarments and another sari. This one was a deep red that drew the eye, making her own brown skin seem almost pale for its depth. She slung her bag across her shoulder and made her way through the Temple, hoping to stumble into its library or archives.

The temple was rather small, so it's collection of books and scrolls was small, however they did have some computers and data pads laying around that could be used to access a larger brotherhood archive or search the infosphere.

Jita connected her tablet to one of the datapads, then transferred the late Master's writings into the Temple's official record. After the upload was complete, she slid her tablet back into her daytripper bag.

She marked the files with the current date, and left them tagged with her name. She then wandered through the small library, hoping to find the resident archivist.

The only other person there seamed to be a student mailing home.

Jita began to wonder if this Temple even had an archivist. Perhaps if she stayed here in Victoria Station, it might be a role she could fulfill.

She left the library without a word, and began wandering the halls to find her assigned quarters.

Another Akashic monk walks into the temple.

This one wearing much the same style of Do robe as many of the other monks, all that noticeably separates him is his white staff and three swords strapped to his bag which he has over his shoulder.

He seems kind of out of it. He takes a seat, taking out some scrolls from his bag and looks through them. His attention is caught by a deep red in the corner of his eye, causing his attention to be drawn from his scrolls to an unfamiliar woman.

Jita let one hand curl into a soft fist, resting her palm against her body directly above her navel. Her other was raised to shoulder level, her open hand facing the armed monk. Her face became a mask of open calm, and her speech was soft and melodic. Though obviously Indian, Jita's English was pristine and British.

"Hello, Brother, my name is Jita Patel. I am a guest of the Temple, though I am having some difficulty in finding my quarters. Forgive me for being in your way."

He gives a weak smile, rises from his seat. Puts his fist into open palm in a bow, his hands and wrists heavily scarred. "Welcome, I am Huóshui Zuìquán. I too am a guest of this temple. You are not in my way, it is just such a nice surprise to see someone new. I sorry to say but I believe its just a communal quarters here, if that is a problem I could help arrange something different." His English is a bit slow but of British origin.

"No problem," Jita offered to dispel any notion that he was a bother to her. "I did not expect luxurious conditions, Brother. I do not intend to impose upon anyone, either."

"Where are you from, Huóshui? I do not recognize your accent, and I am something of an authority on the topic." Jita's voice remained serene as she spoke.

"I am from an Island on Ganymede. A small village attached to one of the Akashic temples."

"Ga-Ganymede?" Jita stumbled, her eyes widening a bit. She composed herself quickly, though she was all but foaming at the mouth to ask this curious man a thousand questions. "You've never been to Earth, then? Fascinating."

"I'm from India. Or what's left of it. Earth is not a very hospitable place anymore, I'm afraid." Jita paused, then took on an almost clinical tone.

"Are all Ganymedeans tied to the Akashics? We had heard rumors on Earth of a fortified place of contemplation and Right Thinking, but most of us just presumed they were just wishful thinking. Is the trip from here to Ganymede difficult?"

"Heh, no not all of Ganymede are Akashics, the governor is one of the cult of  Ecstasy. The island I was born has a large presence of Akashic monks but that is because the temple takes up a large part of it." He seems to cheer up when talking about his home world.

"Yes I heard from the stories, India is rather close to where things hit. Is the state of things so bad, back on earth, that you would leave your home world. Even with the difficulties of returning?"

"Its rather relaxing now, our islands float around. When I was a child though it was a very different story. Travel there shouldn't be too hard, I can't imagine why you couldn't go there."

"I cannot speak for the rest of the Earth," Jita began, choosing her words cautiously. There was a thoughtfulness to her speech that suggested that she hadn't given much thought to giving a rehearsed response to such questions. "But India is all but a lost cause. Surrounded by terrible demons that come to what's still occupied by humanity almost daily, hungry for our blood. Now the U4 have made inroads, and it's a losing battle."

"It became too dangerous to stay, Brother. I had always dreamed of visiting other places as a child, and now that I'm able, the journey has been bittersweet."

There was a faraway look in her eye for a moment, as if she were remembering things, maybe people, that she missed. "But I look forward to exploring Victoria, learning what I can about the Akashics here, then moving on. The Ganymede Temple sounds like it might be my next stop, eventually."

"What brings you so far from home, Brother? And so prepared for war?" Jita glances at the monk's weaponry, then returns her gaze back to his face.

"I am sorry to hear that you had to leave your homeworld under such circumstances. If you are on a tour of the temples there is always Miranda, Aka-fū no mori - hōmu."

He looks at his weapons and then back to her. "Ah these, yes. Well strange as it may sound I am a pacifist at heart, these are what I guess I could call trophies. I have been travelling since I left my master, seeking my path and testing my way of Do. You may recall me saying one of my Akashic names is Zuìquán, Well this is from Zuì Quán. My master felt it fit to name me after the martial arts form I am best at, So I have since held the name Drunken Fist." his hand also moves to his sash as if reaching for something then realising it isn't there. "With a name like this and the style I use many Vajrapani have seen it fit to prove that this style is a joke or that their style is superior, I do not see any style as better but some still press to prove otherwise. Each of these weapons is a gift or trophy from those duels." As he talks his gaze moves along each of the weapons, he seems distant as if recalling a fond memory. "I carry each one to remind me of a lesson learnt and of another brother or sister I have grown that bit closer too."

"Ha look at me, I am going on again. But I am currently... I guess you could say on leave from my training with my mentor. Exploring to find my path and such."

"So you have not been off world long?"
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"I have not, Brother. A few days only." Jita admitted to the scarred monk. She had rested her hands together in front of her, clasped together loosely in front of her sternum. She had listened politely as he spoke, gathering insight into his character.

"I am no warrior, in as much that our kind can resist conflict. I am a scholar of the Way and its Record. I prefer my conflict, however, to be found in a difficult translation, or in discovering wisdom in some obscure teaching."

"Each of us, on our own path, may contribute. This is a lesson hard-earned from my sifu."

Jita nodded to herself, as though she was relishing a fond memory.

"Then let me welcome you off world and to the CCG." He gives a little bow and lowers his head.

"A musician can have Kung Fu, or the poet who paints pictures with words and makes emperors weep, this too is Kung Fu. Do is Kung Fu. Some people forget that Do should be an aspect of all life." He raises his head again. "All must follow their own path. I practice Do in a marital arts form and you with your language."

"But I must confess I am unable to just focus on one form of Do though, but through my travels the Wu Lung showed me the power that language can have. They taught me some of the techniques they use. So I can see how the study and record of language has high value."

"Do you study many languages?" He asks with some enthusiasm. "I have been trying to find someone to help me with something."
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"I'm fluent in five languages," Jita nodded as she answered, "but I have a modest working knowledge of roughly double that number. If you consider the others I've had some exposure to, I suppose you could double that as well."

The Indian woman offered a small smile towards the Brother. "As I told the de facto Leader of the Temple, I am pleased to do whatever I can to help further the Way and Right Thinking. If I'm able to help, I will."

"Ah so you have heard about what happened." His expression goes cold and he loses the smile he was wearing. He looks down briefly to the long black finger-less glove he was wearing, his hand clenches into a tight fist.

His expression returns "There was word that a replacement was being sent for but I fear there maybe no point. With this auction thing and the events surrounding it... well we shall see."

"But yes I have been studying scrolls on Do and other things. I have seen symbols of a kind which I was wondering if you had seen before."

He draws out three symbols. They resemble in many ways a version of chinese. "These I have come across in the scrolls. I cannot say much more but if you can help there is more."
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Jita cocked her head to the side, unsure specifically what Huoshui meant. "Brother, I'm afraid I'm at a loss. I'm not sure what you mean by 'what happened'. I know the Temple's Master recently passed away, if that's to what you're referring. The details were left a bit intentionally vague, but then again I chose not to press."

As she responded, Jita gave the symbols a clear look, trying to see if she knew of them. Failing them, she opened her mind to see if there was some measure of insight that might be gathered from the nature of the characters...and the man who wrote them.

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Whether or not this requires capital-M Magick is up to you, or if it's just a Linguistics roll. Either way, I'm mostly trying to see if I can figure out the symbols.

The symbols are kaja, you recognize the style of the writing, you don't know enough about them to know what they are but there some similarities to languages you have studied and you can tell the second symbol is the force sphere by the way many other symbols for force relate to each other. You would need to study them more to learn anything useful.

"Houshui..." Jita scratched her head absently.

"The one symbol, here--" the tiny woman jabs a finger at the center kaja with growing excitement, "--relates to the Sphere of Forces. My own understanding of Forces--or more correctly, my lack thereof--probably keeps me from really gathering the full nuance of the character. I would like to take some time to actually study this work, perhaps see if there's some reference that might explain them."

"Where did you say you found this?" Jita looked up from the kaja and met the Brother's eye.

"Wow you worked that out... that took me ages." He seems quite thrown with how easy that seemed.

"These are of the script I learnt from scrolls of Do and the Wu Lung." He says with some pride. "It is through this I learnt Internal Alchemy. I know a few of the characters, bits and pieces here and there."

He knew he was still dodging explaining about what happened but Jita seemed rather interested in Kaja. Maybe she would be able to help him learn more.

"There are scrolls with some parts of the teachings written in the same manner. Again only a bits and pieces, nothing longer than a few characters." He pauses, shifting a bit. "I also know of a piece that is written completely in it."
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"The more you show me, the more I can help."

Jita's words came out stony, and the look on her face suggested that she wasn't just talking about the writing. "I'm pretty sure I could decipher what you have given the right resources."

"I have more I can show you." He leads her to a desk and offers her a seat. "If you were wondering of the other two symbols. They were peace and Chi. They were the first two characters they taught me."

He takes one of his scrolls out of his bag and opens it up in front of her.

"This one I have been studying to work of the five agents... uh forces. It is supposed to help me understand the lessons my mentor taught me. I could never get the hang of it."

He points out a few of the Kaja symbols.

"I am sorry if these are too fragmented. I will need time before I can prepare the more complete text."
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empty post hehe

"As I said before, Brother, I am glad to help. It is a challenge that I want to accept, as through it I can honor my commitment to Right Thinking." Jita was formal in her speech, highlighting how serious her offer was.

It was good to speak to another Akashic without feeling suspect. Jita was something of a pariah among the Indian Brotherhood--her mentor had been a die-hard Ascension Warrior, which was already out of fashion amongst the Indian schools, and Saubhika didn't cotton much to the second-class role that women played within their halls. Saubhika had taken Jita on almost immediately after she Awakened, and this created an outrage among the Brothers. Her mentor was powerful but had been at the Technocracy's throat for too long, they whispered, and she would turn Jita into a junior version of herself. None of this sat well with the local Brotherhood, and they scrutinized Jita's every move and made it a point to highlight her every misstep.

Jita missed Saubhika very much, and her face showed a depth of sadness that made it suddenly look far older than her years.

Concerned about the sudden change of expression on Jita he tries to cheer things up.

"Well with your obvious abilities when it comes to language it will make things alot easier. Some of these sections I have been working on for ages." Huoshui says in a very relaxed manner.

Huoshui was glad to talk to a person that didn't just see past him and see his master. He got picked up from his temple by a visiting master because he is said to have an old soul. Then when taken to a larger temple while among the statues of previous Akashayana Sangha there is one that looked exactly like him. People either looks through him to the master or had ridiculously large expectations of him.

Huoshui honestly was glad to meet someone at this temple who seemed to not know the old master.

"This is as far as I got in this scroll. Translating it and also following the Do form instructions." He opens the scroll and points out the last symbol he was able to work out.

He also grabs a pit of paper and writes out a few more Kaja characters. Also writing next to them what they mean. Sword, Internal Alchemy(Life), Heal, The wheel of ages(Time) and what he believes is the Akashic Record. "I hope these help. Maybe you can find more patterns in the system than I have been able to."

Huoshui hears some interesting converse about alchemy over the com. The com transmitting through bone vibration, so Jita don't hear it though (but he can switch it to play it audibly if he wishes for her to)

He looks into the distance as if listening to something. His eyes widen a bit as he remembers the visions of Mount Qaf but that passes.

He turns back to her and asks "Know anything about alchemy or something called the prime element? Actually that reminds me, your from earth, what do you know about Mount Qaf?"
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Jita was enthralled by the characters in front of her. She definitely wanted more time to pore over them, but it seemed like she swan't going to get that luxury in the present. She spent a few seconds staring at each piece, her eyes almost glassy, before moving on to the next character. She had nearly finished when Huoshui's question jarred her.

"I've studied the Persian language and its culture extensively," Jita began with some authority, "Mount Qaf was, for the longest time, thought to be more of a thought experiment, even among the most familiar with the subject. It was believed to be an explanation for the Batani concept of Correspondence--that from the top of the mountain, all points in the world were visible."

"This, of course, is a truth, but so was the physical Mount. There are rumors, naturally--that the Mount had been some kind of prison for some chthonic force, and its appearance was part of its play to be freed. The other I heard was that the Subtle had been in hiding for so long because they were trying to contain the ancient primordial force, but that the destruction of the Mount was either their failure or their success."

"Either way, now the entire region is a dead zone. What have you heard?"

He takes a seat. "Yeah that's what I hear. I also uh... heard that the primordial force that was underneath wasn't destroyed with the mountain."

"Some people I know on the station are in a meeting. Mount Qaf and the prime element just came up. You just got here didn't you? Alot of weird stuff as been happening recently, causing the local forces a lot of trouble." He leans back on his seat. Hands to the back of his head and stares at the ceiling.

"I am so sorry but I don't think you should stay here long. It's going to get a lot worse before it gets better."

An announcement rings out over most speakers or screens, all music or other broadcasts stopping as the image of one of the bridge crew shows up and the voice echos from many sources. <Attention... Attention... Over the next 24 hours we will be instigating an organized evacuation of all non essential personal. There is no need to panic, this action is in response for a dangerous event predictive algerthims have pointed out. There is plenty of time to evacuate before this possible outcome, there will be messages sent out shortly giving details of the evacuation and what ship you will be on and when it leaves. If you do not get a message with in the next hour, please check the system at any terminal, from there you can look up your name. System terminals will also have information if you chose to stay, or if you are part of the core crew and do not wish to stay.....  I repeat, remain calm, the evacuation will take place over the next 24 hours. Please do not crowd the terminals, they will not have any information for one hour.>

"Sweets of Ganesha!" Jita exclaimed halfway under her breath, "You certainly weren't kidding, were you?"

The Indian woman inhaled deeply, her thoughts calming as she let the breath rest along her diapragm. She let the breath go, and the initial shock seemed to vanish from her face.

"So what do you make of all of this? Is Victoria Station going to be destroyed? Is there something we can do to prevent it?" Jita levelled  a cool gaze at Huoshui.

"The station isn't in for a good future. Many seers have looked into it. Sadly not much can be done to stop what's coming, but we have been trying to do what we can." He says not showing any surprise from the announcement.

He slumps down a bit in his seat. "People have already died. I and many others are looking for ways to prevent any more. With what we have already faced I do fear for the station and am glad that the evac has been called."

"I myself have had several warnings, from spirits, ancestors and general fate & fortune telling." he slumps down, his head resting in his hands. "It has been tiring and a stain on the teachings I have lived my life by but we live and adapt." He rises his head again back to the gaze of Jita. "What we fought was like nothing I have seen or heard of before. We defeated one and the other fled, but I fear there are more of them."

He cheers up and the smile returns to his face.
"Ha but I met a dragon. Many cannot say that. I got the opportunity to train with the Wu Lung and now I have gotten to meet where they get their name. So all has not been all doom and gloom."

One of the monks comes over to Jita. "Did you let anyone other than us know you are hear? You might need to contact them so they secure a spot on a ship for you."

"When is the temple being evacuated?" He says to the monk. "Do you know when this temple is being cleared out?"

"Brother, you weren't kidding when you said the Station was in danger!" Jita scrambled to gather all of her things, but then seemed unsure of what to do next. When the monk approached them, it dawned on her that she had left very little trace of herself here, and that virtually no one back on Earth really knew where she was headed.

"I--I had not made arrangements to return to Earth. My intent was to stay here for a time, and use the Station as my base camp for exploration. My contacts on Earth are...minimal, to say the least."

Jita's eyes darted between the monk and Huoshui. Panic crept into her voice like a bitter weed. "What can be done? What will I do?"

"once the put information up on the terminals you could let them know your here and need to evacuate to the lunar surface."

Jita Patel had no intention of returning to Earth. Between the bad blood between her and the local Brotherhood, and the safety of her family, it just seemed better if she remained as far as possible. Her eyes were pinned to the ground, as she asked in a voice that nearly sounded ashamed.

"What will you do, Huoshui? I have...nothing...to return to, but I am unclear what direction I should take now."

He places a hand on her shoulder. "I am staying to see where this is all going." He smiles and continues "My path keeps me here for a bit longer, something is coming and it needs someone to greet it." He also needed to make sure that Sophia evacuates.

"You have friends in our brothers and sisters, any temple I am sure would welcome you as their own. If you wish I could send word to the temples I have studied at and I am sure they can make accommodation for you."
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"Perhaps I should remain, too," Jita blurted out before she thought it through. A moment of shock registered on her face, then she regained her calm. An intensity smoldered in her eyes.

"My path led me here for a reason. There are no accidents."

"At the very least, someone should document whatever is about to happen. There needs to be a witness. I'm probably among the least partial people on the Station, as I've just arrived and have no ties to anyone here, not really anyway."

"Perhaps what I see will be able to help the other colonies defend against the impending attack."

He smiles and says "Documentarists are always useful. I cannot guarantee that this is wise or safe but if you believe this is best than I will support your decision. I will say that these people are after the artifact, so there is a possibility that when that is moved they may follow."

"Besides it would be sad for our paths to depart on such circumstances. As you said there are no accidents." He says as he removes his hand from her shoulder.

"Every man's life concerns every other man, especially if he is on the noble path to true enlightenment." He says as if quoting a teaching from an elder. "We gain bonds with every life we touch no matter how little."

"A ship in a harbour is safe, but that is not what ships are built for." Jita remembered the quote from somewhere, and it seemed fitting here. She straightened her stance, and immediately seemed more confident in her decision.

"I'll be staying. At the very least, to bear witness. Though I suspect that I am here for some purpose that remains unrevealed to our current understanding."

"I would like for you to explain to me what's going on here, Brother. I have a feeling that, if I am to be of use, I should know everything about this crisis. What is this 'artifact', and how is it related to the coming danger?"

"Very well. If we would take a seat over here, I will explain more." He gestures to a seating area.

He turns to the other monk "I will take care of her evacuation, thank you for your help." He bows and leads to the seating.
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The monk nods "I hope your path is a safe one"

Huoshui turns back to the monk. "May yours be as well."
His own path he doubted would be safe but he prayed that theirs would be.

He takes a seat and rests his bag behind him, removing a small cloth covered item from his sleeve and resting it in-front of him.

"What do you know of the artifact?" He asks Jita.
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Jita examined what Huoshui placed in front of her, resisting the urge to actually touch it. Instead, she opened her mystic senses, letting her perceptions wash over the thing in order to gather some insight. "What...is it?"

"This is a weapon. Given to me in the mind set that this endeavour shall be one full of violence. A weapon I am told was made on mars and will do great damage during a small time."

He places his hand on it. "It is of ice." his hand moves over it, remembering the thoughts of the dragon. I am of water, water adapts and has many forms. "I want you to know we have already fought for this artifact. Lives lost and foes defeated."

"But you asked of the artifact. I take it you know of what was the end of days. The star and the events that followed."

The blood ice is a jagged clump of ice that clearly has what looks like streaks of blood frozen into it. The renascence is a cruel and violent one, this weapon would clearly tare it's self apart tring to harm anyone it was drawn agenst. It was like the worst of mars dust storms was frozen into a blade like shard.  The bindings with strange swirled glyphic wrighting (to complex and strange for jita to understand) seams to be binding the resence and keeping it in a sorta stasis. Removing the wraps would unleash the wrathful energies.

She's likely to have seen charms like this, quick and dirty way to hurt some one.... From the energies it looks like it fromed naturaly some how, in some very odd place, and was 'harvested' with the bindings so it can be used later. It's really not the weapon for a monk lol.... it formed in violence and is meant only for violence. Wise folks say that weapons are tools and should be treated as such.... but this one is simply a weapon and nothing else. Probably a sad sight to see for a scholar. ^.^;;

Jita Patel nodded, her eyes fixed on the weapon. She made it a point to remember the way the sigils worked their way around the artifact's surface. There was something about the jagged curves within the symbols that carved their way into her heart, filled her with a slow, dull dread. It wasn't terror--that was a visceral fight-or-flight response--but rather the sense that the world was due for a massive, painful change and that this weapon was the engine by which it happens.

"This is not a weapon," Jita began, then paused to collect her thoughts. "I mean, it is a weapon, in that it is an implement meant to wound and kill. But it's more than that, Brother. It is a kind of key, really."

"This...device will be pivotal in some event that cause the current reality to unravel. It is a bringer of great, unfettered chaos--no cycle, no balance, just pure, random madness. Whoever seeks to use this weapon must never be allowed it."

He looks at her a bit sideways. She clearly had an insight into this situation beyond which he had, she was picking up on what was going on and the dangers of it faster than he had. He tried to hide his shock and awe but was losing that battle.

"This weapon was given to me to fight against those who would take the rock, however I joined with them to try to find another path, so far I have failed but I have hopes for the future."

He seems to shake himself back. "As I was going to tell you. The artifact is that of the red star. It is a piece of the end times. It was found and put up for auction. Many want it for various reason. There was then events that seemed to suggested there is a group trying to take it."

"The elder of this temple died from such a person, I believe. After I told him of a vision my ancestors gave me, he was taken from us. I was shown the last few moments of one of my ancestors time at the mountain, a beast was there. The elder helped me look into this."

"With this I tried to help apprehend the person who took the master. We found her and her bodyguard, they had incredible power and battle was fought. People lost. I guess it could be said that she was brought to justice, her bodyguard however escaped. As she left, she was speaking to someone who wasn't there. With this and the symbols of the seven sins, we believe there is more to come."

"Also I have been told by a noble spirit that there is to come a beast of war." He takes and re-hides the blade within his robes.

"That is pretty much you up to speed. I and others are going to wait here at the station till everyone is evacuated and then the artifact is also evacuated. For I fear there is something coming."
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( I will quickly note jita has the right idea but the weapon isn't anywhere near that strong.... if it was stronger... yes... but it's energy is weak and would burn out fast. The weapon dose Str +3 (as a dagger! o.o diff 5) the first attack, str+2 the second, and str+1 the third.... by the forth turn though it's melted away to nothing but the 'heat' of it's furry.  It's a savage weapon but is not one that could change the world unless it was used decisively.)

for the writting..... go here and look down all the way to bastet for an exsample of there language in writen form...

http://whitewolf.wikia.com/wik...e_Apocalypse_symbols

It's exstreamly beautiful and complex.... she probably would love it... lol

She would have to use a reading the record rite to even have a difficulty low enugh to have a chance at translating it lol..... fera languages have a mystic element in how they learn and know it.... and it's VERY complex and hard to learn if your not fera or kin.


She would have also felt the dark and uneasy primortal energies in the station..... having a chuck of nemesis heart on board.... very very very much explains it. O.O
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"I suppose that will have to do,' Jita agreed. They would need to start moving, or at the very least, figure out their next move. She might have thrown her lot in with the Brother and some still-unnamed allies, but Jita had no intention of being idle.

"Let's begin our exit, Brother. You have a better grasp of Victoria Station, and you have connections that will make our move possible. In this matter, I'll follow your lead."

Jita looked ready to leave. Nothing held her in this place, though it still seemed a bit sad.

"There are a few documents and such that some of the others might be able to explain to you better. But most of what we are working off of is theory." He rises from his chair and swings his bag on. Taking a second to tie his katana to his sash, it is good to be prepared. This station hadn't been safe recently.

"We might be able to catch them." Points to his comm "They are in a meeting. Discussing what to do now."

"We should also be able to meet up with someone who can arrange for us to get off of this station when this is all over."

Staff in hand, he leads back to where the meeting was being held. Keeping an extra eye out, since being on this station when ever he met a new person trouble always followed.
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One of the monks addresses huoshui though. "Sihing, do you don't think this beast the spirit you spoke to talked about is the one elder was looking into do you?" The young man seams a bit conserned ... with the murder, the findings, and now the attack and evacuation... it's stressful times.
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OOC: Sihing (Elder brother)

Huoshui becomes saddened with the mention of the master and his work.

"I fear that is true." He turns to the brother. "Remain calm my brother. I am staying to look into these things and to prevent more hurt."

"The beast of war." He sighed. "Leave this station as soon and as calmly as you can. If it is the beast that is coming that I am to witness it leave its mark."

It was Jita's turn to reach out to Houshui, placing her palm gently on his shoulder blade. Her breathing was calm, almost mechanical.

"We must be going. The monks here--" she nods respectfully to the man, "they have a destiny, too. To take their lessons here and bring them to the other colonies. You and I, our destinies are different, so we ought to begin it."

Jita's eyes were bright and sharp, her stance relaxed but assured.

"Yes you are right." He replies to Jita, turns to the monk. "Do not worry and may your path be safe."
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He nods "I hope it is not the case, something so old to go to war would leave a horrid mark..." He sighs. "We have already been prepared, some of us are going to stay as long as we can though tring to remove and move the training chamber. The wonder is to valuable to the brotherhood to be left behind." He looks back to the entrance to the chamber "It's self contained and has it's own power, but we built around it and attached some terminals to it so we could monitor people training... we need to cut the wall out and disconnect everything, but we want to be careful not to damage the artifact."

"It would be a loss of a great asset. I hope your movement of it goes well." He looks also to the chamber. "Do not worry about the beast, just concentrate on evacuation of brotherhood members and assets."

He bows to the monk and then continues to take Jita to the place of the meeting. "Leave us to worry about the beast." He says as he leaves.
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Jita follows, lost in her own thoughts. She tried to remember the sigils from the weapon that Huoshui possessed, the memory already slippery in her mind. Fleeting curves of power and suppression--Jita may not know what those characters translated into, but she could not shake what they felt.

Her mind wandered back to the rant she found in the Master's quarters. There, too, she had been exposed to some potent energies coming from the written word. In a matter of one day, Jita had already seen more than she had experienced while back in India. Already, it felt as if that old life was somehow more pale, less solid than what was happening to her in the present.

Still, a part of her missed her children. They were the only thing she left behind on Earth that she'd ever welcome seeing again.

From the sounds of what was happening now, though, Jita Patel's work here was important--possibly so much so that doing it might keep everyone on Earth safe from what was coming for Victoria Station.

The scene in the promenade was hectic, people were crowding terminals and in a frenzy to buy everything they though they might need if something happened and they where stuck on the ship for an extended time. Places selling food, supplies, and various equipment were packed... while clothing shops, computer sores, entertainment parlors and the like barely had any customers at all. Security was now on the scene trying to organize things to keep panic from braking out.

There was a fight braking out over the last life support pack in one store and security was trying to brake it up, the small backpacks were quite popular suddenly... being able to sustain some one in space for some time with out a suit, and being much cheaper than one, they had flown off the shelves.

The two monks the only real island of calmness in a sea of troubled souls. Rumors of the Sins and the supposed imitate destruction of the station had everyone uncomfortable or on the verge of a panic.

Huoshui flows through the rushing crowd. Calm and moving through it with ease. Taking note of the chaotic situation around him.

Going to his current goal, fighting the urge to help everyone he passed. He sadly didn't have time to help individuals, he had to think of the larger picture. Continuing back to the meeting.

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