A Difference Of Belief Aftermath:Trinovan Space New Azirah: aboard the Sova Kol
King William sat in the captain's chair of the Sova Kol, his grand flagship, in orbit above the
planet of New Azirah in the Ancerious Galaxy. "Is everything ready?" He asked. The officials around
the bridge all nod to the communications officer, who turned to his king. "We are ready to begin
broadcast to all Trinovan colonies and the colonies of all Trinovan allies," The communications
officer replied. "Begin broadcast when ready," King William said, looking up to the Sova Kol's view screen
as the sensors begin rolling, the communications array began transmitting the live feed across
All over the Trinovan space its citizens stopped and looked up at screens and devices to see the face of their King. They listened intently to his words, for they would mark a new era for the kingdom of Trinova.
"This is King William, ruler of the Kingdom of Trinova. Approximately 48 hours ago, the Trinovan
outpost of Alacon was assaulted by
Risk and ProbabilityShaw strode into Lord Naga’s court with a stiff pace. He was a busy man with many thoughts, but at present, he was curious.Risk and Probability1 year ago in Personal More Like This
“My lord, is there something wrong?” He called out as he came into sight of the throne. “I could not help but take notice in notice of your pets rush to get back to you.”
Naga was not on his throne, much to his disappointment. It was his singing minion.
“It’ about time you showed up.” Echo grumbled, shooting a glare at the timecaster.
Shaw scowled in reply. “Your’e hardly anyone to tell me about time Echo... where's Naga?
Impishly, Echo sprawled himself over the throne with a disdainful look. “The boss isn’t feeling too good.” He spouted nonchalantly. “He's actin like he's on his death bed. Been calling everyone in all day, somthin big is goin’ on.”
Shaw slowed for a moment, that curiosity holding sway. “And what,” he asked slowly, “prey tell, is going
The HuntedThe woods are lovely, dark, and deep,The Hunted1 year ago in Personal More Like This
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost, Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening
One convenient thing remained: my pursuers moved by night. At the time, I wondered if this was simply for the sake of keeping me alive, or if it was truly a restriction on their part. That being said, if it was only a restriction, it was one that they kept quite strictly to. They moved only by night. I had the daylight hours to recover and prepare for what came with sundown. Then I would run and fight, and run. There was much running then.
However they were tracking me wasn’t my timeline. It was purely impossible, but I was being tracked regardless. There were places I could go, yes. I had many, many places to run. But as long as I was running, my effectiveness in pursuing the facts and figures of my quarry’s life would be dramatically reduced. This was probably his goal, in a sense