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The first one was sort of weird but the second part THe Wall sounds like some kind of Tom CLancy in progress. Sounds good.

The setting of Inolion is staring to sound like a retro-Trigun setting!

((Oh man, that last one was typed so fast there are heaps of typos; And Ran's name changed to Ram halfway through, and it says he fired a 'found' into his dead body... I only just realized AFTER the edit deadline for KMC))

((Hope you liked it anyway; the next one is under construction...))

Fancy posting mine up, Aliies?

"Hmm..." Aliies strokes his chin thoughtfully, though as a positve gesture somewhere along the lines as a 'secretive' yes...

6# Saren Telyd; Introduction by Trickster.

Saren hurried through the darkness. Now was not the time to take a stand. Close to thirty of his pupils had died, and he had not a clue as to the fate of the others. He was livid at the infinitesimal chance that had led to the collapse of his plans about his ears. Saren hesitated for a moment, stretching his senses for signs of the enemy. They had stormed into the submerged coastal palace that was his home, over a thousand heavily armed ground troops, the majority in the colours of the Third Order. Though not as powerful as the psychics that had accompanied the soldiers, Saren had long planned for eventualities such as this.

Escaping through a specially hewn tunnel, blast doors closing behind him as he abandoned the Rino Family to their grisly fate, he turned his attention to the things ahead. The tunnel led to a closed sewer, only accessible by warehouse at the other end and several chosen houses. Resting in the sewage would be a dated but still functionable powerboat, and Saren would pilot it personally against the current to the warehouse. Once there, he would make his way to a colleague, who would already know of what had transpired at the Rino estate. Giving this man a few instructions to relay to the other parts of the network, Saren would leave. Eventually, he would find himself on a truck travelling through the Wall, where he would lie low until the hunt for him died down.

That had been two years ago. The hunt, outside the Wall, was still on. The last contact he'd had from outside, six months ago, had been in the form of a bribed guard giving him the message he'd been dreading: that The Starling was dead and still the Order hunted for Saren. Now the length of his stay within the Wall's confines was undetermined once again, and he needed to find companions, for with The Starling's death the Order could finally direct their searchers to the one place it was known Saren hated, and where he was now. All the psychic hoped, as he crouched in the light of his glowlamp in the two room hovel he had won for himself, was that their collective power had still not discovered his name.