Topic: Our Little Ammy

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-03 17:32 EST
Personal Log Entry 01: Somehow I did it again Tammy. I found myself attached to a ragtag group of rebellion fighters, and now I am in a Sprintar Prison cell. It's not really all that bad here. We get plenty of juice, seasoned venison, and the guards love to chat. However, one of the rebells had a blanket that she swears is not flea infested. Then why did we wake up itching the next morning. It's kinda hard to scratch an itch when you only have one arm.... Oh, why do I have only one arm.
Funny thing happened to our little rebellion group. We ran into Fen Stridar, Lord Pompus, and Wannabe Evil Deity of Lupinoss. Well, we found out he could back up those claims. We got into a scrap with him. The city we were in is now rubble, two of our best soldiers deserted when they came close to death. I was able to buy us some time by transmuting my arm into a lance and impaling Fen, but my magic powers went crazy and while we were stuck together, my arm shattered, blowing us apart. My legs barely want to work. My friends drag me 4 miles to safety where we were captured by local militia.
I didn't think things could get any worse, but I was wrong. John Michaels came to claim my old soul back to stabilize our homelands magic shield. I was drained, tired, and a mechanical wreck. I surrendered to his touch and we left the prison on magic only a deity could work. Then I was shoved against a shimmering barrier so high up in the air I could see Lupinoss and the Tallon mountains. The barrier hurt, and I felt something being ripped out of me. I must have passed out.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-04 04:18 EST
Personal Log Entry 02: Life just got more interesting and confusing when I woke up. I found myself inside of a gigantic robotic ship called a Mother. It housed a race of robots called Marduk. The first meeting scared me into passing out as all I saw was a 7 foot tall insect with red eyes staring at me. When I came to again, another Marduk, name Tex was their to help me adjust to my new surroundings. He was covered in fur and configured to closely resemble a Lupinossi.
What I found interesting was that my left arm and both of my legs had be completely replaced with new ones. These new appendages were now hooked into my nervous system. I could now feel whatever I touched with my left paw, and feel sand beneath my feet again. These were feelings I thought I would never feel again for 6 months. The gift comes with its own price. I can no longer transmute my metal limbs without severe pain.
The Mother AI found me intriguing on the day I met...I believe....was a her. She wanted to know about me, my home, and even made me special as I was the only one of my kind here now. Then she clothed me, gave me a shuttle and had Tex take me to a world called Rhydin to meet another Marduk named Hex who may be able to help me find my way back home.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-04 04:38 EST
Personal Log 03:

After meeting Hex today, I was a bit shocked by him. I have never met a 9 ft robotic preying mantis before. He showed me to a tavern called the Shaved Kurrii. He then introduced me to Lord Brutin. Now here is a meeting I don't wish to repeat again. Lord Brutin is a very nice Alpha, but the circumstances and conditions of the meeting could have been better. As I was talking with him, some pompous fat human decides to vaporize a slave of his right in the room and acted like it was nothing. I was appalled at the obvious disregard for life, and noticed he was eying Lord Brutin with menace.
Wanting to impress a possible alpha, I made a reflective metal shield behind my back. The flash of my transmutation though caught the eye of his Sith bodyguard who mistook as the threat and the fat human. It was a tense few moments as the Sith and I locked gazes, her glowing saber in front poised at my reflective shield. Hex was finally able to get our attention to stand down. In which case, I felt thoroughly embarrassed and dashed out the door for the night. I could always meet him again tomorrow.
Well tomorrow came, but circumstances again made my meeting with Lord Brutin less than favorable. On my way to the Shaved Kurrii, the shaved slaves of the fat guy from last night waited in a side alley for me. They took me by surprise, catching me in the ribs with several hits of there iron maces. About the 4 hit, I was aware of my situation, and I think I lost control. All I remember was snapping my fingers and blowing an arm off here, a leg there. They screamed and ran away. My sides hurt. I couldn't breath very well, but I was determined to meet Lord Brutin and not run away like a scared puppy again.
The meeting went better than I thought, with him asking for a few demonstrations. He hired me on the spot. The demo's unfortunately added to my body's injuries. With no one paying attention to me in the midst of the tavern din, I collapsed on the floor, breath not wanting to stay in my punctured lungs. Luckily Hex saw me collapse and summoned several medics and healers to my aide. I spent my first night of employment lying in the Compounds Medical Bay under the watch of Suede.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-04 04:46 EST
Personal Log Entry 04:

I'll keep this one short Tammy. I pushed myself to hard the next day after I was hired. I kept duplicating items and food per request. I even transmuted a guillotine on the spot. But my body was not thoroughly ready for the strain so soon. A wild wood elf tried to show my wild healing magic which I tried to mimic. The unfamiliar magic sparked a migraine in my head. Next thing I knew the light above me exploded. Then everything kept getting brighter and I swear my eyes were sparking with an odd glow. I tried to leave the Shaved Kurrii to get fresh air to clear my head. I made it halfway to the door and collapsed, with my last memory of bottles and glasses shattering around me. I woke up in Hex's lab that evening with Suede hovering concerned over my unconscious form. I was ordered by her to stay put for two days and rest. I need to put this book away and sleep some more. Hex will be getting me ready for more meetings with Lord Brutin.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-04 22:30 EST
Personal Log Entry 05:
Lord Brutin has finally given me my orders, though I am a bit disappointed by them. I am to be on standby for when they need me. Till then, I am to rest. Rest! What am I? Some first ling puppy that can't handle any stress? Alright, I will agree that I tend to pass out at the drop of a hat if I transmutes things too much, but I can work on that, I think?? I am a Lupinossi gifted with alchemy. Hell, I have even killed other Lupinossi in battle. I'll show them I am not a puppy.
Later that evening Tammy, I was force fed my own words. We had two strangers waltz into the tavern and threaten Lord Brutin. Naturally, we all jumped on them. They walked in when Lord Brutin had 7 of his body guards there. Hex, Verishia the Sith, Gunslayer, and I were there waltzing in for glory. We could handle two goons. We were not expecting demigod type power. Hex took a lot of damage that fight. I tried to blow a limb of the brute, but it just took the hit and kept coming. Verishia and Gun had their hands full with the and elf.
I rushed in close to put my new metal limbs to use and found out that any kicks or punches were useless. I was even nailed by a shocking blast of magic that messed up my arm. I tried transmuting in battle with my new limbs for the first time that night. It felt like my arm was being ripped off. I gritted my teeth, and pressed on transmuting it into a war hammer, while transmuting random metal plates and cups into daggers, knives, and a blaster for others to use.
Hex actually made some progress with the hulking brute, but its life blood corroded Hex's body, then it started to thrash hex all around the tavern. Hex just couldn't take it and shutdown. Gun and Verishia now had both of the enemies against them. We needed Hex's firepower. I threw every ounce of soul energy into him and was able to repair his body just enough for him to mess up the brute good. From there the battle was in our favor forcing them to teleport in retreat. I then spent the next few minutes healing who I could and trying to repair the inn as well. Well you know what was coming I am sure. I pushed and pushed too hard. I hit the ground, and was out for a few days. I finally woke in Hex's lab thoroughly tired and badly in need of repairs.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-05 00:02 EST
Personal Log Entry 6:
I woke up to Hex fine tuning a new body for himself. The fight we had a few days back in the tavern made him reconsider his old body design. From what I can see, lying on an overstuffed pillow next to my work table, the body was taking on a scorpion like appearance. I got up and walked over to Hex. He was standing at the nano-factory controls, the fingers on his new humanoid hands typing at a blazing speed, his humanoid face contorted into a look of concentration. For the past few days I have been watching him make theses new bodies with fascination. The way he designs them and the way the nano-factory displayed the process, I learn a whole appreciation for the machinery that now makes up my legs and left arm.
I limped into the Shaved Kurrii that night for some food and apple juice. Nadine just seems to serve the best chilled apple juice in Rhydin. My legs were killing me. The muscles needed some tightening, tendons were near snapping, and both of my shins were bent out of alignment. My left kept leaking liquid metal from the torn muscles. These will just have to wait. I have been devoting my time and attention to helping Hex get his bodies into full operation.
I walked in to the Shaved Kurrii thirsty and hungry. Nadine fixed me right up with my favorite juice and plenty of meat. The crowd was light so I tried to do some repairs on my arm at the table. Jokes and gossip were flying around that were just too hard to ignore. I gave up on repairs when I lost the tendon fillament for the third time. I limped back to my comfy corner in Hex's lab and curled up for some more sleep.
Two days later, Hex's bodies were done and just in time for the war Lord Brutin was having him waged. I finally subjected my self to the nano-repair facilities and restored my limbs. With limbs back to normal I walked to the Shaved Kurri in a good mood. That wouldn't last long. I faced another enemy when I got to the tavern. The enemy was the lack of any knowledge on intimacy or sex. My muzzle can flap some times and before I know it, even Lord Brutin knows I have never been with anyone. Now, I keep getting secret smiles, and covered smirks as everyone is trying to find their Little Ammy a wolfy friend.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-07 23:11 EST
Personal Log Entry 07: Sigh... Dear Tammy. Where do I begin. The last 3 weeks have been a sea of nightmares and emotions for me. To get my mind off of everyones quest to get me a date, I have thrown myself into full concentration on the Lodestone Nethicite project so we can have a fighting chance against magic wielding opponents. So far I have made a near duplicate of the Lodestone Magecite from home, but, I don't have any ashes from my old body so I was forced to make a few new modifications to the formula. The magecite works a little too well. It drains magic. Even my soul energy is not safe. The prototype is too powerful and erratic to use outside of the lab. Maybe I can tweak the magecite material and somehow change the lodestone to something more repelling.
I woke the next couple of mornings with a headache from this project and decided to go the Shaved Kurrii for a little rest break from work. Rest though, would not wait for me. It left its body guard Distress at the bar. I ran into a slaver that had an oh so lovely attitude. She decided to pull Nadine's hair to get her to gasp in pain just to prove to me that no one can tell her what to do. Funny, I wasn't telling her to do anything, just asking her to treat Nadine nicely. Needless to say, Tammy, in the brief display of power, I saw Spiritor in my mind. His red eyes glaring at me and he's drink that I spilt when my paw caught the edge of the carpet. I still feel his whip on my back, and the look of hate when I turned the whip to dust in his paws. That was the day I was silenced for a year. I still brush my fingers over my throat where his serrated basalt knife sliced fur, flesh, and vocal chords. I came back to the present and tried to restrain my fear and hate. I walked back to the bar and found Distress there just laughing. It wasn't finished with me for the night. The slaver just sounded so airy when she said "It was just an accident" in such a flippant way. My eyes sparked, and she was lucky. It was just the brandy bottle that blew up and not her hand that pulled Nadine's hair.
Distress' shift and fun with me was just about over, so it decided to introduce me to a new friend, Grief. Grief was escorted by another Lupinossi. I was shocked when I saw him walk in and immediately hound me mercilessly. He saw my branding and immediately thought mage trash. I was not in the mood for it and we had a brawl in the Shaved Kurrii. It didn't last long. He tried to pull soul guns on me, but I just happen to have that magecite on me. It fried his guns. I then went as far as to take my hate at the slaver out on him. Last time I saw him that night, his muzzle was swollen and he limped. I had his guns in my paws as well.
The next night I met Arak, an anthro gryphon mage knight. He took a liking to me right away. I was blushing from his comments. We even went out on a hunt that night and had fun. I keep mentioning "had fun". Every time fun happens, something nasty waits for me in the dark. I returned to my experiment and still got no where. The magecite was hopelessly erratic. Then I saw my old notes and noticed I didn't add any of my blood to the equation. I remedied this problem, but I couldn't remember how your syringes looked, Tammy. Five bloody stabs later I had plenty of blood, but now my right arm hurt, and my head was getting dizzy. I stored the blood in some glass vials that Hex had and walked to the Shaved Kurrii for some fresh air. Suede the medic was there, and was not happy to see me dizzy and the rag around my arm soaked in blood. Again I get scolded not to work too hard and to see her for more blood letting.
My mood is as low as I can get at this point. My experiment is at a stalemate, I am lonely, and thoughts of that other Lupinossi came to my mind. How did he get here? Lupinoss had a tight magical shield. He shouldn't be here. I sipped my cold apple juice that seemed to magically appeared by my paw, though I know Nadine was lurking near me somewhere. A shadow fell across the table. I looked up and saw him again. One red eye looking down at me, slightly unfocused. His head battered, the left eye gone with a crude patch over it. He coughed blood. I swear by Canis I didn't lose that much control on him.
I patched him up as much as possible but the injuries were too much for my skill. At least he stopped coughing blood on the table. Most of the other patrons left the Shaved Kurrii, not wanting to be around a dying "It". He thanked me for the healing in an odd scottish/irish accent. Who goes around calling people lassie and laddie any more? Seeing the tavern empty, he decides to answer my previous questions my mind was gnawing on. I learned to hate him and me to the fullest that night.
I woke in the dimmed and darkened lab on the compound the next day. I don't remember how long I cried, or when I finally passed out from grief. The his voice popped back into my head.
Stranger: You don't remember me do you lassie?

Should I know You?

Stranger: You should. I am Street of Den Wolf. Last general and beta elder of the now deceased Wolf Den. Your alchemy and experiments 40 years back doomed us all lassie.


Impossible, I have only been gone for 2 months from Lupinoss. How could 40 years have gone by?

Street Wolf: Lassie, realm hopping speeds up time in Lupinoss. I am now 80 years old. My homeland is now taken over by Spiritor, your own Den, and most of my blood, kin, and friends are dead because of you. Your transmutation liquid gave Spiritor the weapon he needed. He mad Soul Knights. Nasty blokes. They are souls bound to armor and walk like the living. The feel nothing. Fear nothing. Stop at Nothing.

That can't be. Fleet Wolf and his fang troops were on there way to stop the mages and bring the war to a close. You can't possibly mean that they were wiped out. They are the best.

Street Wolf: They were the best lassie. Best against the living, but not against the unfeeling Soul Knights. The war has been going on for 20 years. We finally got beaten when the Order of the Soul swept our land. They were 4,000 strong. I was captured, so was Fleet. I was tied up in the capital square of Wolf City, whipped, beaten and made fun of for being a Wolf. Then they drug Fleet out and tortured him for the crowds amusement. The finally killed him when he couldn't scream anymore. The forced transmutation liquid down his throat. I can't mention anymore as the sight is still pain full in my mind. And then, for an encore, my mate and my daughter were trussed up, raped in front of me, and the slaughtered the same was as Fleet. They thought the were giving me pity by removing my left eye that kept staring at their bodies. When I threatened undying revenge, they removed my manhood, opened a realm gate, beat me senselessly, and I am now here exiled. All because of your transmutation fluid lassie.

I couldn't take the echo of those words in my head. I walked out of the dark lab and into the Shaved Kurrii. That was my first night to try Ever Clear. It didn't make things better, just made me sick. I looked like death warmed over and took to staying in the lab away from people for a week.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-08 23:36 EST
Personal Log 08: I finally cried as much as my body could take it. I forced myself to go to the Shaved Kurrii for food, and whether I wanted it or not, companionship. Street was there, and behaving rudely. Evidently Arak had healed him completely. Though as I look at his muzzle, I wonder why his left eye was never restored and why he kept the grizzly mark of exile branded on his cheek?
Street saw me and proceeded to try and be my friend and mentor for the rest of the night. "Just shoot me and let me die." is all i could think when he came near me. Though he did apologize for bringing the news to me in such a menacing manner. He had been through a nightmare and it was only fair he would be enraged telling a Spiritor what has happened. He further apologized when he saw my branding up close and the experiment classing number with it.
The following few days I could not concentrate on anything. The loss of Fleet and the feeling of responsibility for the loss of thousands still crushing me. Street decided to take charge of me and become an Alpha and Mentor to me. He pushed me hard with physical training exercises for young warriors. I was repeatedly bruised and knocked down in close combat, all the while Street's brow furrowed in concern and his voice turning sharp on me. I didn't understand what he trying to do. How could I fight with memories haunting me.
Amongst the days of hard training, berating, and some magical practice from Arak, a ray of hope lit on me. Another Lupinossi was seen in Rhydin. Again, I wondered how they were getting here, but when I saw who it was, I forgot my concerns, well at least for a few days. The stranger looked like my lost love Fleet. My soul felt torn between wanting to believe he was alive and giving in to the fact he was dead.
4 nights later, I finally got enough courage to walk up to him and ask him who he was. He told me he never knew me and never heard of anyone named like me. Arak was able to ask him more questions when I wasn't around. He told me that this stranger was Fleet, but not the Fleet I knew. This Fleet was from a parallel time line that I never existed in. Before Arak could tell me anymore, I was prancing around happy like a puppy with a new ball. I had a chance to start over fresh with someone close to my lost lover as I could get. I end this log tonight with happiness. Now on to my experiments again. I think I'll start with a new change of wardrobe, and maybe some armor to boot.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-10 00:02 EST
Personal Log Entry 09:

Well Tammy, I now have Hex's lab equipment mastered down to a fine science. I am now wearing a wonderful jumpsuit with no legs and the left arm missing on purpose. I'll have to confess that I like to show of my robotic limbs as it makes me feel all the more special and unique. I have made detachable armor shelling that snaps over my metallic muscles to keep them safe. They may be metal, but the still get injured, and they hurt when the are hit. I was tired of the liquid silver look and decided to try something new. I went for metallic blue casings with metallic red joint and hock boots. Everyone loves the new look.
On a more technical note, Arak gave me a gift for my birthday. He made me soul batteries. I just charge them when I can then tap them when I need a recharge in battle. Supposedly I can go 7 hours now in battle with my transmutation talents, but there has yet to be any action to proved this theory. Speaking of the soul batteries, I am planning on duplicating them and adding it to Street Wolf's guns. I want to do something to show that I understand him, but have a problem thinking of how. Then he asked me to make him new guns as his old ones quit working.
Speaking of Street, he did something odd last night and it scared me. He tapped into a flash back of his last battle he was in command of. The way he talked, reacted, and his general energy was frighteningly erratic. I asked Rishi if this was how I got when I flash back to my horror days under Spiritors whip. She wouldn't answer me.
Now I sit in the lab on my pillow with Street unconscious on another pillow next to me. He went back so much that his mind told him he was fatally injured and his body kicked into regeneration mode. I looked back to the pieces of his guns now on the little work table I have. The design and functions were so archaic and horribly done I don't know how he survived using them.
Yet, as I touch the pieces, the Fleet I lost, touches me back. He supposed made these for Street and even commended his soul gem to Streets keeping and use in the guns. Sigh...Fleet....That was the old Fleet. Now I am happily enjoying a new Fleet from another timeline. Even though he doesn't know me and I never existed in his time, it makes the other little secrets that the old Fleet knew easier to hide from everyone including him. Though, now I have this Fleet ripped away from me for who knows how long. His Realms Investigations HQ demanded a personal report face to face and he didn't seem happy about it. I could smell worry and a hint of fear. The way he acts and does things, that was very odd. Well Street is starting to stir and I still have two guns to resurrect. I'll write more later Tammy.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-10 01:47 EST
Transmutation Log 01:

Entry: Soul Charged, Multi Effect Guns.

Recipient: Street Wolf

Artifacts Registry Name: Lupinossi Soul Eagles

Primary Configuration of Artifact: Mimics appearance and weight of 2 .45 caliber Desert Eagle Automatic Pistols.

Capacity: 6 Power Core Gems shaped to magazine clip form.

Clip Capacity: 1 clip will last 2 hours with normal mode amunition. 1 hour with modification ammunition. 30 seconds with panic mode activated.

Ammunition Specs:
Normal Mode Ammunition: Single fire or rapid fire burst of condensed soul energy. Rated as the same impact of hammer rounds, or 200lbs of force per square inch.

Modification Ammunition:
Modification 1: Searing energy. Lightning bolt lances out to 30 feet. Straight line of sight path.

Modification 2: Flames of Draconis. Searing Ball of Dragon fire. Ranged at 40 feet. 3 foot diameter. Wielder directed flight path.

Modification 3: Ice Ram. Ice meteor impacts at 2,000lbs of force per square inch. Ranged at 15 feet. 3 foot diameter. Straight line of sight path.

Modification 4: Orb of Attraction: Gravity well pulls all objects towards it and crushes them the intense gravity well. Rated at 2 feet in diameter. Will pull all objects under 30lbs into the void easily. Will drag all objects under 80lbs. Well pull at objects under 150lbs. Orb may be cancelled by commanding it with "Negatre!"

Modification 5: Panic Mode: Warning, will drain power cores in 30 seconds. Fleets Blood Fang Souls: Wielder is shielded inside a nexus of whirling blades wielded by souls. Rated at 20 feet in all directions. Activation code required. "Soultre Fleetre Bloodre Fangre!" The effects will last till cores are spent.

Cores will recharge from wielder automatically: 30 minutes is required to recharge a core. The core must be held in the palms to allow full contact of soul energy. Soul energy once stored, will not fade from the power core.

Process of creating these artifacts as recorded by Ammy Spiritor's Soul Gem:

Ammy Spiritor: Walks in to the quiet and empty Shaved Kurrii and sits at a table. She lays out the pieces of Streets old guns, pulls her leather book out and begins to work.

Ammy Spiritor: "Lets start with the frame. He loves .45 automatics. These frames must have been from and early model. Lets transmute it to a Dessert Eagle style frame." she etches runes on the table around the frames of the guns and marks a few symbols that indicate change by will. Closing her eyes, she breathes deeply and touches the runes.

Ammy Spiritor: The frames twisted, warped and reformed. Old metal resolving and reforming to new metal and the frame grew to Ammy's will.

Ammy Spiritor: She picked up the frames and inpsected each one with scrutiny, waving a metal paw over any deffect.

Ammy Spiritor: She set them aside and focused on the internal mechanisms.

Ammy Spiritor: "Five soul gems in a clip to be shuffled by a crude spell. They are scratched, the energy faded, and the gems just about to turn to dust." She holds them in her metallic left paw, then squeezes tight, crushing them to powder. "We will make better ones." She pulls out one of Araks Soul Batteries, places it inside a circle inscribed with an X and several lines connecting to the a circle with a symbole of consumption. She placed the powdered soul gems in the circle.

Ammy Spiritor: The powder glowed and coalesced into a growing form duplicating the soul battery in the other circle.

Ammy Spiritor: The only difference was this gem was multicolored where the soul battery was a clear diamond. She grinned. This will do very well.

Ammy Spiritor: "Now then, there is no need for moving parts in these guns." Touches the frames once more and they fill in to look exactly like Dessert Eagles with a few little touches. She reshaped the the gem then duplicated it.

Ammy Spiritor: The two gems were now shaped like ammo clips the old guns housed. Upon further relflection she duplicated 4 more.

Ammy Spiritor: "Never hurts to have spares." she said to herself.

Ammy Spiritor: "Now then...." flipping a few pages she stops on a page and inscribes a few runic symbols in gold and silver over the hand grip, sides, and the mock barrel.

Arak Kryyn: Arak could feel the slight tug of Power as he slipped into the Kurii silently. Watching with a smile on his beak.

Arak Kryyn: "Have you already finished the effect spells?"

Ammy Spiritor: "Time for a test." she snapped the book closed, and grabbed two power cores. She snapped it in as she heard Arak.

Ammy Spiritor: "We will find out."

Ammy Spiritor: Her eyes glow blue and the guns radiate an aqua glow as her soul energy passed into the power cores.

Arak Kryyn: Soft chuckle as the gryphon padded over on bare paws, then traced a series of runes in the air. The spell created a field of energy rippling in front of the bar counter. "Use this as your target range."

Ammy Spiritor: "Core power charged to 1/4 strength." she said flatly as if from a distance.

Ammy Spiritor: "Commencing test fire of Lupinossi Soul Eagles. Modification 1!"

Ammy Spiritor: She snaps off a searing bolt of lightning at the target square.

Ammy Spiritor: Grins as the field is hard put to stay stable.

Arak Kryyn: Arak watched as the energy crackled across the shield and was drained away. "Ahhhh, lightning effect. I had a few ideas about that actually."

Ammy Spiritor: "Testing modification 2!"

Ammy Spiritor: Snaps off a shot of dragons fire from the gun and watches it splash across the field.

Ammy Spiritor: "Commencing test of Modification 3!"

Arak Kryyn: A feathered brow raised at the second shot, "Multiple fire modes? Impressive. I hadn't thought of that."

Ammy Spiritor: An ice meteor impacts the shield.

Arak Kryyn: Quickly reinforces and widens the target field.

Ammy Spiritor: "Modification 4!"

Ammy Spiritor: A dark void appears by the field and things start to fly towards it. "Negatre!"

Ammy Spiritor: The void fades

Ammy Spiritor: The items clatter to the floor.

Arak Kryyn: Arak blinks and squawks, "Gravity effects?!"

Ammy Spiritor: Her eyes glow blue again and the guns shine brightly now. "Power cores fully charged, commencing test of final Modification 5. Arak, please add more barriers to prevent damage to the Kurri." she said in the vacant voice again.

Arak Kryyn: "That's my limit hon. Perhaps you'd better save this test for later?"

Arak Kryyn: The gryphon looked back at Ammy, frowning in worry.

Ammy Spiritor: Gets up and moves mechanically out the door and to the street. Seeing no people around this late she methodically measures her position.

Arak Kryyn: Arak hops up and follows quickly.

Ammy Spiritor: "No targets in range. Dammage range minimal. Final Modification test commencing. Arak, please stay 20 feet away from me."

Arak Kryyn: Okay, now the mage knight was really worried, "You'd better know what you're doing!" Tossing another target field up into the air about a hundred feet up.

Ammy Spiritor: "Final modification command execution test. Soultre Fleetre Bloodre Fangre!"

Ammy Spiritor: 20 feet in all directions a host of ghostly images erupt and phantom blades ripped through the air with deadly reality. Ammy was untouched, seeming the nexus to a lethal storm of blades.

Arak Kryyn: Arak squawked again and jumped back another ten feet just in case.

Ammy Spiritor: "Power core drain rapid. cores now at 75%, now 50%, now 25%, power cores exhausted." the ghostly images stood to attention, saluted ammy and melted away. She staggered a little and shook her head.

Ammy Spiritor: "30 seconds." she said exhausted.

Ammy Spiritor: "And with full power cores. Anymore and any user would be killed or worse, the souls released in rage."

Arak Kryyn: The gryphon stood by, a little worried still, but not quite willing to risk moving in just yet.

Ammy Spiritor: Walks to the bench out front and drops wearily in it.

Ammy Spiritor: She places the guns by her side.

Ammy Spiritor: "It is safe arak." she said weakly. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly and deeply, her body glowing faintly as she worked on tapping manan.

Arak Kryyn: Now Arak moves over and lays a hand on her shoulder, muttering a quick rejuvination spell and letting the energy flow back into her body.

Ammy Spiritor: Nods her apreciation. "It wont be this draining as I put regenerating glyphs on his power gems to automatically recharge them.

Ammy Spiritor: Nods to herself. "Yes. he wont have to learn how to charge them. He can just hold them for a certain period of time and they will recharge automatically. About 30 minutes per clip.
Thats all I can do tonight."

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-12 03:03 EST
I thought she was gone. When I was forced through the barrier by John Michaels, he said she wouldn't be there anymore. Why did she return? I don't remember everything that happened last night at the Shaved Kurrii, but what I do haunts my sleep. I was someone else. I had more power than I believed I could harness. I was bent on domination of Rhydin and everything else. I even came close to enslaving Rishi into my own...I don't know what. And my shoulder keeps hurting like I was shot. I remember Fleet patching up my shoulder and giving me some drugs. Next thing I know, he's lying in my arms, back bleeding and unconscious. Street was there, but very supportive and concerned.
I woke up the next morning in the Medical Bay. Now I know it wasn't a nightmare but reality last night. Fleet lay hooked to machines monitoring his life. What happened? Street won't say a thing and is pacing back and forth waiting for Hex. And then I realize a slight weight on my neck. I reach up and feel a collar snapped securely in place. Memories of old' flood back and I spent the rest of the day crying.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-12 17:18 EST
Personal Log Entry 10:

Ammy The Chaotic. Thats what I have heard throughout my life in the Spiritors' Experimental Lab and Prisoner Exchange Tower. I thought she was a kind person, and outsider come to help Lupinoss when Damaeon the Champion sought to wipe us out. She drove his army back, returned our land to normal and even made the magic barrier. How could she be evil? You've lied to me all of my life Tammy, and I think I know why. You were hoping she would completely take over my body and remove my soul or consume it. But she didn't.
Now I am here in a different realm dealing with a nightmare long thought over with. What am I to do? I have one body and at times two souls trying to dwell in it. Do I give in to one? Do I fight it? Or do I just remove the prize they fight over?
Fleet still hasn't woken. The medics are concerned about his health as he evidently used every last drop of energy on me. Why I am I the focus of chaos and tragedy? I am now beginning to see that I am more of a danger to everyone if I am alive.
And Rishi? She seemed to be in bliss with the chaos going on. What does she gain from it?
I returned to the lab to try and sleep, the medics telling me that ignoring my health in concern for Fleet's was foolish. When I returned to the lab I saw that my pack and the two guns were returned to me, and a note on the table. The glyphs told me right away it was Lupinossi.

Dear Ammy,
I found your gear left behind in the Shaved Kurrii lassie. I brought them over and I hope you can replace your sometime soon. I admire the guns and I am pretty sure you did that for me, but I can not accept them at this moment. Not when I was cold enough to shoot you just to stop the witch that is in you. I am looking for Hex to see what I can do for his army. Take care of Fleet, and I hope you survive your trials. Don't take the collar to heart too much lassie. Fleet was sorry he had to place it on you, but it was the only way. And watch out for the Sith. She's gone nuts from your power and wants more. I am off now. See you in the Shaved Kurrii sometime.

Street Wolf

P.S. I shot you. I can no longer fool myself into thinking your my daughter. But I will always be found of you.


I sighed deeply after that letter. I was just getting used to him being a father I never had. Dropping the letter I see my old soul gem on the table. It was glowing.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-13 02:18 EST
Personal Log Entry 11:

My head spins now. This night has been odd. Fleet woke from his coma. I tried healing Rishi and was shocked by my collar which I no longer have due to a deal Fleet made with his HQ. He bartered his rights to being an heir to Lupinoss and his powers as a deity to buy my life? I didn't know he was a deity. And what' worse, he is 150 years old. Shudder, but he looks 28.
And that's only the beginning. He is now dealing with Lord Brutin to sell prisoners as slaves to him. I don't know about this Fleet. He keeps telling me that being an Alpha meant seeing everything in shades of gray. Brutin says it's their job to do the dirt work and hard decisions.
I should be happy since there is a way to get to Lupinoss now with Fleet, but its isn't my Lupinoss. I am just confused. My head hurts, and I want to scream, be in bed with Fleet, and kill him at the same time. I turned nineteen today and I get this as my gift.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-13 17:42 EST
I woke this morning alone in Hex's lab. I should have been snuggled up with Fleet, but after last night, I just want to be away from him for a day. So much happens so quickly here. One moment, he's in a coma, next minute he's our Alpha. Why can't he just be his sweet self again?

Maybe I am being too selfish. He is back in Ryhdin, and I should be happy. Why should I care what he does with the Lupinossi. They are not from my time, I knew no one then.

She slammed her paws on the table sending tools and papers scuttling off of it. "I can't keep letting my mind wander on me like this. I will never get any work done. I promised Brutin to get somewhere with my magic nethicite. I have to focus." She shouted to the empty lab. It echoed back to her.

She picked up her book and went back to researching the rite properties needed. The words and glyphs slid of the page as all she could think of was Fleet holding her in his arms. He was weak, she could feel that, but at that moment, she felt like nothing could rip her away from him. She dropped the book and curled up on the pillow with her thoughts.

"Why did I ever want to become a woman? I had to go find a male, and now my life is a spiral of emotions." she whispers.

An hour later the labs entry chime goes off startling Ammy. She walks slowly to the door trying to get her thoughts to ease. The air currents in the lab felt good on her fur. She didn't care if anyone saw her naked. She looked at the view screen and saw Street Wolf waiting to be let.

Orion Wolf

Date: 2008-07-14 21:41 EST
He felt a twinge of regret as he walked up to Hex's Lab. He was going to ask for his guns back even though he wrote Ammy a letter saying he couldn't accept them.

How could he? He had shot her in the shoulder. He had harmed another Lupinossi he was given orders to protect. By all rights he should be shot himself by her. He shook his scarred head. He needed the guns. He was going to find Hex and apply for a position the Legion of Chains army. He needed every advantage he could get in this modern realm.

But, then who will watch and guard Ammy? Fleet probably could, but Fleet's not been the same since he bartered everything for Ammy's life that night. His care free attitude somehow seemed replaced by a straightforward mind, and grudgingly a quick study of a strong Alpha.

"By rights I should be Alpha." He thought, but the fact that Fleet was 150 years old put him solidly in first place with knowledge of Lupinossi and other Realms. "I will just have to settle for Beta position and help him where I can." he grimaced at that thought.

Well, he was at the Lab's door. He pressed the call button and waited. He could here Ammy stir inside, then pause by the door. It opened after a few moments. She stood there, with nothing on but her fur, and she looked like a wreck. This was not her usual cool, professional look she had at the Shaved Kurrii.

She motioned him inside, a slight click click followed her as her robotic legs glided smoothly on the metal flooring.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-14 22:01 EST
She wasn't surprised by Streets appearance. She knew he would be back for the guns. She smiled at him and tried to groom her blue hair into something manageable. He just shook his head no when she tried to look better.

"Nae lassie. Don't get all prim and proper for me. I realize I caught you at a bad time. I was just wondering if I could get my guns?" Street said calmly. He looked at me not like a male who wanted me, but like a father who was admiring how his daughter grew.

She sat on her pillow and just looked at Street. "He can't just write a letter feeling sorry for shooting me and then expect me to overlook that." She thought.

"I'll have to think about it Street of Wolf. You did shoot me, and that was with a real bullet. These guns are more potent with magic attached to them. How do I know you wont shoot me with them?" She asked, her red orange eyes glowing in the darkness.

"I..it was the only thing I could think to do when you lost control of that demon. I would have done something less drastic, but that Sith was near you. She looked like she enjoyed Ammy the Chaotic too much. I couldn't risk getting close to her. That lassie just doesn't feel right. I could of killed you on the spot lass. But...I....care for you." He muttered the last of his statement and fidgeted.

"Cared for me?" she thought. "Like a lover? Can't be. He already showed no interest in my body. Could he acting like a father?" she wondered in confusion.

"Why do you care for me Street?" She asked.

"Lassie, I know you were here before I was and must have done something right to survive by yourself. But when I arrived, I saw a young lass who was not sure what she got herself into and that she was treading close to a whirlpool. I guess my pain of losing my daughter Topaz and how she was like you made turned me to fathering you. You look and act like you could've used a father in your life." He replied soothingly.

He was right. She had never had a father. Being a clone blank gone sentient when the soul merging of Ammy the Chaotic was delayed for 18 years, she only knew Tammy her lab keeper. "But is he saying that I need more guidance. I am a grown woman. I have slept with a male, two males in fact. I am 19 now. I don't need his fathering." she waged the argument in her head.

He could see Ammy was having difficulty with what he said. "If it helps any lass, I will always love you as a father. You will always be a daughter to me." He said softly.

"I...." her thoughts kept colliding. Someone that cared for her, and tried to protect her without wanting anything back. How could she turn him down and hold back something he needs? "Or does he need me?" she wondered.

"Meet me by the Shaved Kurrii tonight Street. I will decide then if you get your guns back and....that'll be all for now." she replied flatly.

Street turned and headed out of the lab. As the door closed, he heard her crying softly, and he knew that he heard a silent "and if I need you as a father." in her words. Tonight at the Shaved Kurrii it will be. He walked off in the noon sun whistling a marching cadence that only he knew now. His troops no longer alive to sing or march in step to it anymore.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-14 22:13 EST
Personal Log Entry 12:

Tonight was a swirl of emotions. I finally decided that having a father wouldn't be so bad. At least I would be able to talk to him and not feel like a complete pup, most of the time.

I met him at the Shaved Kurrii as we planned. He was happy to get his guns and happy to have me as a daughter. When we went for a few drinks, Fleet Wolf was hip deep in business with Lord Brutin. No surprise there. My boyfriend had turned serious and Alpha like in one night since waking from his coma. I guess he bartered dearly for me and now he was trying to make up for it.

He called us over for a chat after he finished with Brutin. He wanted me to work on the Command Collars Brutin was ordering from him. The were to be modified with my Nethicite when I had it ready. To be collared was bad, to be forced to do what the owner said was worse. To be stripped powerless of your magic on top of that was inhumane, but this time I didn't look a Fleet like he was a monster. I knew Brutin had many enemies that would be easier dealt with with these collars. So, would be happy to modify them.

After a few details on the collars were explained, he then looked at us and asked if he could be our Alpha. What kind of Alpha asks that? Step in and take it Fleet. But I was glad he asked. I was hoping to get him to commit to being my mate. I may be hasty, but the last Fleet I had, died before we got that far. Not this time. I can learn to overlook the slave selling that Fleet was doing as part of trade with Brutin from his realm.

I also wanted to keep a small shard of Ammy the Chaotic inside of me. I feel like she was my silent mother since I was made from her genes. Fleet and Rishi are trying to talk me out of it. I was told that she would grow into a full being again since she fed off of any Chaos. Am I selfish to keep something dangerous in me because I think it is the closest thing to mother?

We left the Shaved Kurrii that night to find Street. We were going to go through the Lupinossi mating rituals in private that would unite me and Fleet into an Alpha pair. I just hope I did not make a mistake. It was too late now for second thoughts. Tonight I become Ammy S. Wolf.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-15 21:28 EST
She lay there just panting. Fleet was over her, concern etched on his muzzle. He kept looking at her left shoulder and then back at her. She heard Hex land and come in to the Shaved Kurrii. Her eyes refused to open. She was in so much pain that she saw white.

Rishi had decided to syphon more power from her that night in the Shaved Kurrii. She didn't even know it was happening. She just kept talking to Fleet about the removal of the Chaotic demoness, and had her hands on her stealing away its power. "Why does she want this thing so much!" Her mind screamed out. It brings nothing but pain, misery, and death to all it touches.

Ammy kept getting nervous over the whole procedure that Fleet even offered to drug her to help calm her nerves. Rishi stopped that. I still fealt nervous and wanted to just run. I never like having things ripped away from me. Then Fleet started to glow from a chant he muttered softly. Evidently John Michaels, our deity, owed him one last favor and granted him a small does of deity power again. Fleet touched me and before I knew it, Chaotic was in him and no longer in me. I felt different, in command, and no longer panicked. Chaotic was keeping me addled to feed off of me.

Now I lay here, on my back in pain due to these decisions. With Fleet holding the shard Rishi wanted to put it into a container. Arak offered to make one faster than I could, but he didn't tell Rishi it would take a few days. I would have been glad to make the container while Fleet waited with the shard in custody. Rishi went ballistic when Arak refused to make the container and started syphoning off of Fleet.

Rishi sparked blue when she began and Fleet knew what happened. A fragment of the shard she had still remained and revived when it contacted the shard in Fleet. Chaotic manifested in ethereal form and attacked us. Thank Lupis she was still fragmented. The fight lasted only a few long minutes, but we drove her to weakness.

Chaotic leapt straight into Rishi when she knew she would lose. Rishi was in pain, the power of the shards trying to take her over. I scrambled to her and placed the old soul gem of Ammy the Chaotic into her chest. It immediately started negating the energies and drawing her into the gem. Rishi had her container of sorts. But it came at cost. Chaotic now hated Ammy and when I touched Rishi with the gem, once it was transmuted into her body, my robotic arm blew apart.

My Arm! That's why I hurt. That's why Fleet is concerned. Hex is near me now. He touches my arm and the pain flares more, then the pain goes away. The relief is so sudden I passed out.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-17 02:29 EST
I felt Fleet come and go through the day as I slept. I could feel his blue and green eyes go to my right shoulder. He must be driving Hex nuts about a new arm, and I wouldn't know. He took me to the lab for some reason then I was in his soft in the room Brutin gave us.

His smell was always comforting. Last night I could smell he was excited about something and he exercised as much control as possible not to disturb me. I will find out in the morning what has happened. For now, the drugs call me back to bliss.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-21 00:58 EST
Morning came and found me in bed, the covers up to my nose. Fleet always liked it when he found me like this. I lay there wondering if I would feel the prick of Fleets needle again. He was keeping me asleep for some reason. I would love to wake. I have played, replayed, and grown tired of my dreams and nightmares.j

My ears twitched as I heard Fleets claws click on the wood floor. He was trying to be quiet. Clinking and clanking of metal announced he had packages with him. I slowly rolled over in bed and peeked over the covers to look at him. He had just unslung two backs to the floor with a soft clunk. He moved to the large desk in the room and laid a long, cloth wrapped package on the desk top.

I could feel and smell excitement from him. I could also feel weariness from him as well. How late did he stay out the last few days? I could never remember if he slept by me since that night. He had stripped off his warrior tunic and hakama, and was heading for the bed.

When Fleet got closer, I saw he was tired. I didn't move. I didn't tense. I let him think I was still asleep. He gingerly slid under the covers to not wake me, brushed one of my red forelocks from my muzzle, kissed my cheek and was gone to dream.

He closeness and presence was like a warm fuzzy blanket. I can stand one more rerun of my dreams. Being close to him in bed was worth the boredom.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-22 23:26 EST
Why? Why did I hate Fleet so much? I asked for the mating. I asked for him to be my Alpha, yet I still wanted to inflict pain on him. In fact, I did tonight. I received my new arm from Hex. With it came a monofilament whip that could cut through almost anything, and a stun rod. I got a funny notion to stun Fleet in shoulder and listened to it.

It felt...good. I felt like something heavy was released in attacking him. Though I had made him mad. He had drug me out of the Shaved Kurrii by the ear like a puppy. We then had a fight in which he humiliated me.

But he still loved me. I could sense that. I could also sense he was not liking what he had to do but did it as an Alpha. I never knew how much strain an Alpha could be until I had one for a mate.

He left that night to take care of business. His prisoners he was selling to Brutin were getting attacked by the Envoys that brought them. I walked out of the Shaved Kurrii to see what I could do, but took my time. He looked very concerned and I didn't want to distract or get in the way.

"I'll clean up the mess after he is done." She nodded to herself silently.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-24 00:44 EST
Clean up Fleets mess I did. I arrived after the short skirmish was over. Blood was everywhere. He directed me to an unconscious Lupinossi Male. His shoulders were twisted awkwardly, and his hands were cut cleanly at the wrists. Blood pooled quickly from them.

I touched him and blew white mist onto his wrists. They sealed up and the blood stopped flowing. I could not reattach his hands. He would never be able to hold or do anything delicate again. She looked at Fleet for an explanation. He was examining 10 dead prisoners with a scowl.

He then told me to take the prisoner to Suedes clinic and not leave him until he was stable and secured. He was stalking off to Brutins office, smeared in blood.

I hauled the heavy lunk to Suedes clinic. The medics on the emergency detail were very helpful. We got the Lupinossi settled, monitored, and his shoulders relocated again. I then transmuted the bed railing into cuffs and shackles and left him to sleep for the night. The shock and blood loss would keep him sleeping for a day.

Now to find Fleet and find out what went wrong.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-25 01:21 EST
I heard Fleet leave in the morning. I found out what went wrong. The escorts for the prisoners decided to play judge, jury, and executioner. Fleet was upset. They had killed 10 of his prisoners, and 9 escorts died in his rage.

Now he left me with a prisoner in tow to correct the situation and do "other" business. She had a feeling he was walking into danger, and he told her stay put. She tried to talk him into taking her. He wouldn't. He love me too much to risk my safety. What about his safety? Does an Alpha just walk blindly into danger or willingly into it?

She stayed in bed the rest of the day and just cried. She didn't want him to die out there and wanted him to come home safe.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-26 13:04 EST
I can't just lie in bed and be selfish with my grief and worry. I need distraction. I threw the covers off of me and slowly slid out of bed. I smelled of old corn chips and my fur was a mess. I sat at the desk and spent an hour brushing my fur out and looking at myself in the mirror. My fur was white and no longer blemished by the red tattoos of Chaos.

She looked closer in shock. Her eyes were not the same either. The red and orange were now a light blue ring with a white center. How odd. Could this be related the white glow I give off now instead of my usual Aqua Blue aura? What did I lose when Ammy the Chaotic left? Am I now changed to something new? Or was this how my body was supposed to look when I was born in that tube?

She actually liked the new eyes and never did like the red fur patches. She left the brush on the desk and took a shower. Once she finished she shook the water off and headed for her uniform. She pulled out a small gem from a pocket and blew on it. A rush of warm air passed over her and her fur dried quickly.

Dry now she, she slipped into her uniform, zipped it up and walked out of the room. She headed for Hex's Lab. She could hear Street barking out orders to the prisoners. Well at least he has something to occupy himself with now. She reached Hex's lab.

She walked in and turned on the lights. Emotions flooded into her. She had spent only 2 months in his Lab, but it felt like home. Her corner work space and living area remained. Untouched the way she left it when Street had his nightmares. Had it really been 3 weeks since she was in the lab? She walked over to the table and let her right, metal paw glide over the objects and items she had been working with. Little bits of memories and emotions flowed into her as she touched them.

She was working feverishly on Anti-Magic Technology to prove herself to Lord Brutin as useful. She laughed at that notion now. She was very useful, she was just kidding herself about how apparent it was. She would pick up where she left off. She just needed to retrieve her notes. She grinned at remembering how Hex taught her to type on the computer.

She walked over and flipped on the terminal and saw a message waiting for her. She read it and then cried. This time the tears weren't bitter sorrow, but sweet happiness. Hex had sent a gift with Fleet whether he knew it or not.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-27 20:15 EST
Parentage? Parenting? Lineage? Family?

The words echoed in her head.

"Parentage. How would I know who my parents were. I was created from the ashes of Ammy the Chaotic. People say I should look like her if I am a clone of her genes, or am I? Maybe I was just some waif they picked up for their experiments." She thought. Her finger nails tapping on her work bench.

"Parenting?? Why should I know about that? I am not expecting pups." She tossed that question to the back of her mind.

"Lineage. I am not sure how I will ever know my lineage. No one knew much about her when she came to Lupinoss. Maybe I could root around the archives in one of these realms." She thought. She tacked that mental note to the front of her minds peg board.

"Family." That word turned to ash in her mind and left a dry taste in her muzzle. "That is something I am still figuring out. It's so alien to me that anytime someone acts or treats me like family, I think they are jerks." She crumpled up that question and just dropped it onto the floor of her mind.

She put down the Magic Tomes Arak loaned her and stepped out for some fresh air. Night time had swallowed Rhydin. She just let her paws move on their own and soon she was on a path to a Glen. The area must be beautiful in the day time.

A little copse to the side of the trail caught her attention and she walked into it. The area just resonated with peace, and...and...magic! She studied everything in the copse and loved the flowers their. The place lifted her mood and she pulled out some items in her pack and started experimenting once again.

Tonight she succeeded in creating a block of pure Nethicite. Nature lent her peace of mind and energy to create it. Now she was getting somewhere.

Gun found her in the copse and invited her over to their stargazing party. On the way they ran into Mokksha, Guns adopted daughter. His explanation of the situation uncrumpled the note about Family laying on her minds floor and wouldn't go away. She felt a twinge of pain in her heart and felt alone even with Gun and Mokksha near her.

A brother and her friend were looking for a lost sister on the trail and ran into them. Gun and I noticed the brothers strong love and concern. Another stab to my heart. I willed my aching heart to go away, and reminded myself that Fleet would be back in a week.

We arrived at the stargazing sight and interrupted Alae and Nadine in something private. I felt even more awkward and a third stab to my heart was too much. I turned and ran on all fours.

I reached the Red Dragon Inn in 5 minutes, and realized when I stopped that I had been crying the entire way. Mokksha followed me and tried to comfort me in a booth. Arak even happened by. They tried to get me to realize that I have nothing to concerned with by not knowing parents and to just move on with Fleet.

I left and went to the Lab to sleep. Being in an empty room with Fleets smell wouldn't help my emotions. I curled up on my pillow amongst unfeeling machines and wondered what it would be like not to have emotions. Maybe then I would have peace.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-29 00:19 EST
I lay here next to Fleet, his rhythmic breathing soothing like a beach. I opened one eye and noticed he was still sleeping. He looked exhausted. To most people he appeared young, acted young, and even gave off the aura of being young. But she knew the truth. When he was home asleep, by her side, the years of realm hopping appear.

Specks of silver white could be seen in his coat. His dazzling blue hair was showing light streaks of fading green to white. His body had some scars if you petted him under all that fur. It must be hard being 150 years old in body, but 28 in mind and soul. One would think the mind would snap by thinking of everything that lived in died in such a short time span of a realm hop. Maybe thats what pushed mother to being a creature of chaos.

She sighed and tensed as she saw Fleet stir by her. She smoothed his hair, and rubbed his back. She felt the welts left behind from the Lupinossi Realm Ban they carved into his back. Maybe this would temper his anger at displays of destruction.

The thought struck her like a slap to the muzzle. She was shocked at how she could think that when she herself was guilty of going into destructive rages when a slave was hurt. She flattened her ears and went back to petting Fleet to sleep. She was glad he was home.

As she lay there feeling time crawl to a stop, she reflected on what has been bothering her. Why do I keep searching for mother, family, and lineage? From what I know, that search would just lead to pain. Am I drawn to emotional pain?

That doesn't make sense. Though, I will have to admit, that I had been so used to being whipped in the lab for mistakes that I am unnerved when not punished for a mistake. Surely I can get past this. Fleet is here, and loves me. I have an odd family with the SA, and everyone has vowed not to let anyone hurt me. So why do I miss the pain? Why do I miss a mother I never knew or a family I never had?

She closed her eyes and just let the questions run on unheeded and fell back asleep to their droning in her head.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-07-30 23:47 EST
The next two days were nice and calm. Fleet had aquired to Air Lupinossi. They were short, about 3 feet tall, and had beautiful wings that worked. Tiana Sprintar was the name of a Jack Russel/ Corgi Mix. Her caramel feathered wings dazzling. She had the muzzle for speech, and Fleet has taken to teaching her the common Rhdynian language. He wanted her to be his aide.

The other one just skulked around. She was the epitome of lithe muscle and her violet eyes spoke of lethality. She was some mix of werewolf and greyhound. Fast, light, and temperamental. She could only use sing song Lupinossai and could barely read Lupinossi glyphs, but she cleaned well, didn't complain, and we find that she can be persuasive with uncooperative gifts. She can handle a knife and garrote wire like you couldn't believe.

I was working on a complex alchemical array from the notes I copied from Arak's tomes when Tiana flitted in with a message from Fleet. He wanted some time with me and was relaxing at the Shaved Kurrii. I put my notes on hold, and stepped out into the warm night. I needed a break. Array lines were swimming in front of my eyes.

I stepped into the Kurrii and notice that a wash of tension and anger was just ebbing. That was never good in the Kurrii. I looked in and all seemed normal. Fleet was trying to tell a patron that the crystalline tables could be fixed by my alchemy when he broke them. I really wished he would be more careful.

I spent time talking with Fleet, Alae, Gun, and Rishi. Tonight's topic was the usual one. Rishi and men. I still giggle when I think of those two things together. Just when I was getting comfy, Tiana brought a message to us. Fleet read it, and I glanced at the glyphs as he looked to the others. He told them a complete lie about the elders wishing to speak to us. We had 15 upset troopers on our door step demanding justice against the elders they hated.

We left the Shaved Kurrii. Fleet was deep in thought. We got close to our private quarters in the compound and stopped out of sight. 15 armed and armored Lupinossi were waiting in formation on our door step!

While Fleet pondered away. Hex appeared through the realms gate in his heavy artillery body and spoke to Fleet. Fleet was going to try to talk to the troops to stem any further losses with Hex as an escort. He then turned to me and told me to stay at Hex's lab and keep away from the private quarters till he had the situation under control. He didn't want someone trying to use my as leverage if a fight broke out.

So I walked down a different alley and spent a lonely night at the Lab. Now I'll have to wait to finish my work.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-08-01 00:12 EST
Last night I had fun. While Fleet and Hex did the whole command and dominate thing, I learned to dance! My heart still leaps at how my body could move to sound. And my metal paws let me twirl at amazing speed. Fleet won't know what hit him next time we are in the Kurrii.

I wonder if he knows how to dance himself?

Fleet walked into the Lab looking.

Fleet: "Okay love, the situation is taken care of. We can return to our apartments." He said with a weariness that made her feel tired.

"Fleet do you know how to dance?" I asked sweetly.

He just grinned.

Fleet: "Yes I do." He offered a paw and I played Blackmore's Night- Ghost of a Rose.

We spent several hours in bliss dancing to our hearts content.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-08-04 18:26 EST
The following days have been wonderful. Fleet was attending to the needs of Lupinossi trade via soul gem transmissions. Tiana was making progress with speaking Rhydinian, and Shardre was keeping things very orderly in the apartments.

Shardre has taken a liking to helping my in Hex's Lab. Since most of the projects and experiments I perform are private and secret her language barrier is perfect. Which I am glad for today. After being on Ryhdin for 5 months, I have now perfected my original experiment promised to Lord Brutin.

"Shardre, gather the 50 collars. I am preparing the components of the nethicite now. We will need to get them in alignment to combine them." I instructed Shardre.

I cleared furniture and equipment away from the center of the lab. Shardre flew over with the packs of holding, the command collars inside of them. She laid them on the floor and watched the preparations. I took chalk and traced a 30 ft circle on the floor. Then 50 smaller circles on the inside edge of the circle.

"Shardre, the collars, put one in each circle." I instructed her as I went to the next part of the diagram.

Tracing an octagonal pattern, I placed circles at each intersecting point. Shardre hovered by me not touching the ground to avoid marring the chalk. I placed the components needed for the nethicite in the 8 circles of the octagonal.

The first pair of circles opposite of each other she poured Energy Crystal powder into to piles. She had perfected the process of taking several Energy Crystals for lights sabers and remolding the large crystals into millions of perfect copies on the scale of sand grains.

The second pair of circles opposite each other she placed a bar of pure silver.

The third circle was placed two vials each of her blood. She had a bountiful supply made when Suede took some blood for her. She just duplicated the samples when she returned to the lab that day.

The fourth pair and final ingredient was the tricky part. She carefully stepped out of the array and motioned Shardre to follow her. She opened her own pack and reached into flat space. She pulled out the true magicite. She could feel her energy start to ebb ever slightly. She grimaced. The thing was still potent.

"Bring me a carbide chisel Shardre." I asked. Shardre flitted off and returned with the chisel. I split off several chunks and was surprised when the magicite regenerated what I took off of it.

I gave the chunks to Shardre. "Place 3 chunks in the last two empty circles, but don't smudge the array. Okay?"

Shardre nodded and flitted over and placed the chunks in the circle as she hovered. I stashed the magicite back into the pack and approacehed the array. I looked at the items. I had tried countless times to find substitutes for the blood and magicite, but I had failed. All other substitutes were good for one use then they disintegrated. But never mind that. These will do, and she had a vast supply of the ingredients for now. Someday she will perfect the nethicite even further.

She knelt by the circle. She took out all six of her soul batteries. She was happy that Arak had given her these gifts. The had helped tremendously several times. I drew a circle around me then three lines intersecting the center of it. At the end of each line I placed a soul battery. Then I drew a connecting line to the main array. I had never attempted to create nethicite on this level before, nor to manipulate so many artifacts that were magical to accept the nethicite without rejecting it.

I closed my eyes, and slowed my breathing. I heard Shardre flit over and perch on my pillow. I heard her pull out a knife and knew she would be watching the labs door while I was busy. She knew how absorbing the process can get. I pushed these thoughts aside. I cleared my mind and focused on the white mist of mana around me.

I touched them with my mind and drew them to the circle around me. The hum of magic came to my ears comforting me. My soul batteries chimed in with there own hum. The circle was glowing white and blue, and if my eyes were open I would see myself shimmer in white. I focused more energy into my circle to reach the drone I knew was needed for the task.

Before I could touch the main array to complete the circuit, something touched my shoulder. I opened my eyes, but the magic didn't fade away, the circle had it stored waiting for me to release it. I looked to my shoulder and saw a human standing by me. She was beautiful by humans standard and looked strikingly beautiful to her as well.

Her hair was rich chestnut red, like my own two forelocks. Her face was delicate with porcelain features that touched off aquamarine eyes. She had a red tattoo on her forehead and shoulders. She looked at me and smiled. I was shocked.

*I have finally found you my child. I have spent centuries walking the soul realms and roads of magic looking for the child that bore my blood and genetics. Now I have found you daughter. I must say I am surprised by your Lupinossi form, but then again, John Michaels was a weird one.* She smiled.

My eyes went wide. "Who are you?"

*I am your mother. I am Ammy the Alchemist of Phonexorae. I am your true mother, not the taint that is in your lovers sword. That version of me was a path I trotted down 3 centuries ago as a young fool. When my soul was released by making the shield for John Michaels, he was kind enough to give me a second chance. He filtered my soul and the chaos inside was left behind. I have wondered the realms of the soul and magic and now understand my mistake.*

I was too shocked to answer, to nod, to show any life. And the hum of the magic began to change signaling that the circle was failing. Ammy Phonexorae looked at the array and the magic in concern.

*We can talk later daughter. You're getting your tail into something beyond your skills at the moment.* She knelt beside me and focused the white mist out of the circle, into her own soul, filtered it into a red light and touched the main array.

I felt the raw power being released and what it took to command it. Mother did it all without a flinch. I sat there and watched my dead mother weave the alchemy I was trying, and realized that if I had proceeded, I would have been dead.

The collars melted, pooled, and joined with the nethicite ingredients, then reformed perfectly. The energy died and mother just smiled at me.

*Now daughter, don't try that again until we talk again. You need much training to go further. I can only stay a bit longer, but my soul is linked to the magic mist. Craft a soul gem for me and I can reside inside and teach you without having to leave.*

And with that, mother dissipated. I sat there in the lab, amongst the arrays, the 50 collars finished. Shardre sensed my emotion and was beside me, hugging. She lapped my muzzle and then I realized I had been crying. She sung to me.

Shardre (in lupinossi) "Be happy, my alpha. Your true mother has returned. She will care for you. Then you wont cry at night anymore."

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-08-10 18:03 EST
She was shocked that Fleet finally agreed to make a soul gem for mother. Her heart was skipping as she walked back into the lab. The hum of machinery and glow of instruments seemed vivid to her as she was walking stunned.

"Mother." She mouthed. Soon she would know her mother and feel the gap in her heart and soul fill in. She hoped Fleet would make the soul soon, then she remembered punching Fleet in the muzzle. He may not make the gem just because of that. He didn't like it when she opposed his ranking.

Her heart calmed down and slowed to a crawl. Did she just ruin her only chance to get the gem by hitting him? Why did she rub Fleet the wrong way on some days?

She sighed. She would need to fix this mistake of hers. She needed to find Arak and ask him to take a look at mother. Then, maybe, if she is not Chaotic, Fleet wont be worried about it.

She flopped on her pillow and closed her eyes. She should be in bed with Fleet, but he is probably out some where tonight. He had taken to being by himself a lot lately. She just hoped he wasn't in trouble.

Ammy Spiritor

Date: 2008-08-13 02:51 EST
My world shattered today. I pulled a selfish stunt when Fleet was concerned for my life. I now lay in Tiana's bed in the slave quarters of the apartment. Tiana would be in bed with Fleet. I now had a choke collar on me and my own mother has stripped me of my powers.

I was being taught to grow up the hard way and was to be whipped in the morning and then full fill the chores of Tiana and Shardre for 2 weeks. I was to wear this collar and be leashed to Fleet as well for those two weeks when he was not on the compound.

I never hated myself more than I did right now. I will grow up, I promise. And I will remember why I loved Fleet.