The Militia
'Booster Ice talking to....'
Unknown man: so how are you feeling now?
Booster: pist off
Unknown man: why is that?
Booster: I went back there today, back to the P.S.D (paragon space department). It was just as i remembered it, only they had upgraded their security to Council foot soldiers.
i snuck in through a back door they obviously hadn't been told about and went to the second floor where the guy in charge only known as 'the boss' was situated. i froze off all of the exits so there was no where for him to go. i opened the door to his office and there he was...my partner Stevey michagin, apparently also the boss! this wasn't the biggest shock, oh no, not in the slightest. who or what should i say, was he shaking hands with... A RIKTI!!! stevey shouted 'KILL HIM!'. at this point the alien was already shootin me and i was already running. before i left the building the bugger managed to hit me, but it was only a flesh wound...
so yeah i guess you could say i'm really pist off now!
unknown man: what will you do now?
Booster: guess i'll need mr saint and the rest of the power rangers after all.
unknown man: but i thoug....
*booster hangs up*
((some of the mistakes are intentional, and some are because i'm at work and tryin not to get caught :P))
The winds of change are apon us, and it seems our fight for justice has quite literally become a war...
As you may hear the longbow patrols ont he streets of paragon have caused quite a stir, but i have fought this organization before and glory seeking "heroes" have something to fear, they will let us take care of the bigger threats and help us maintain order. Further more i feel we should assit them when the opurtunity strikes us. Some feel that their pressence is a sign of our failure, iI think this statment is true in the postive sense though. We heroes were only ever to be for extreme measures, not for low powered thugs and gang memebers, our "failure" is a sign of the normal man taking back his freedom from the common thug. This is my opionon on the topic. The less metahumans running around the better...
URGENT TRANSMISSION TO THE MISITRY
From: Manticore
To:The Minister
I am addressing you personally because I know this line is secure and i know you are aware I am infact the founder and leader of Wyvern.
Althought I am glad to see that the agent I sent you is doing so well, the growing power of the destined ones is becoming a much more serious threat and I regret to inform you that we simply can't afford to lose one of our best agents at this desperate time. We are sorry but we must ask "Blitz Arrow" to please return to active duty, here in the rogue isles as I will be unavaible for sometime. I trust you know of what has transpirted woth this "Recluse's Victory" project.
To make up we are sending in a nominee for one of longbows "super powered being rehabilitaion "programs. I hope this will make up for the lack of Wing Fang Agent DeSosa. Details of this being will be sent shortly.
Dear Ministry
I , Ms. Liberty, am very happy you have taken interest in out new Superpowered Being rehabiliation program. We know and understand that have super powers is a little bewildering for some and I felt the need to set up a program where confused metahumans and special skills persons could be retrain for good before they fell to the life of crime, one of these candiates is the man known only to us as Project: Hyper, although you will come to know him as Hyper Drive. We have determined for you that he is indeed a "science" origin hero. He has had immense genetic engineering done to him, however we also assume that he may have been a mutant who's abilities were furthered throught this process. He has know recollection of his past, this may be due to conditioning after the experiments our the failings of his hyper accerated nervous system. We will give you a brief rundown of his abilities . We apologsy for the shortness of our report but much is still not comfirmed.
You may have noticed that he is a "speedster" class hero, we have clocked him at over 120 MPH but it is assumed he can go much faster than this. His body seems to be designed to withstand super sonic speeds and the air friction caused by it. His skin alone can withstand speeds of over mach 1 unaided, and his joints and bones are adapted for such speeds aswell. His skin also allows for beter reduction of wind resistance, much like a sharks skin in water. Due to the nature of his friction resistance, he is also possess' middle range invulnerability to harm, what with his skin being as strong as most steel and carbon fibre alloys. His muscle are at peak conditon (( human peak is about 800 pound over head from a deadift)) which help him power his strides, i could go on but needless to say his entire body was highly adapted to the rigors of high-speed running.
We hope that he can be some use to your team aswell as a help to all that live in paragon city
To: The Militia
As I am sure you are aware, the situation in the area once known as Eastgate; now known as The Hollows, has become extreme. For a variety of reasons, the area is unusable by the normal population of Paragon and that is unlikely to change in the foreseeable future. That is not to say the situation cannot get better! At the moment the criminals rule the roost so to speak but its time they had a strong reminder that The Law is a force to be reckoned with. Once again, your relatively low security clearance and lack of experience is of great use. When one of the big names demonstrates his or her abilities it is expected and soon forgotten; they have bigger fish to catch. You, however, could be very memorable if you can take down some of the more dangerous denizens of what was once, believe it or not, a nice place to spend the day.
The Hollows needs to be reminded that we care, and youre that reminder. This coming Thursday you are to spend at least the first half of you active duty time patrolling
no hunting. Form up in at least two combat teams but stay together at all times. The whole point of the operation is to show that nobody is above the law so the tougher the opposition you arrest or eliminate, the better. You may want to pay particular attention to The Thorns and their allies as they are on the rise at the moment. Use this time to get some good combat experience, youre going to need it.
Oh, and by the way, youve made a real difference so far. Some very important people are very impressed.
Minister
Extracts from the Diary of Saffron Mackenzie, The Amber Banshee
Thursday 8 June 2006
I am so miserable right now. Last night was going so well up until the last half hour. I got asked to lead and ended up wandering into Perez Park. We all got confused and lost and so many people ended up getting hurt, it was terrible! Ive decided Im never going to lead the team again, I cant do it. I really screwed up.
There was also some new guy there last night called Hyper and he really was. He kept hitting on me though, gave me the creeps. He cant seem to sit still for five minutes as if hes always got to be on the move. I was the only girl on the team which was kind of nice but also a bit lonely.
The weirdest thing is, I met this Tristan Moyle guy. Turns out hes a vampire! After what Andrew had told me about them, I was real scared. But he seems ok, if a bit odd. I dont know what to do. Maybe its just the vampyrii that are evil. I mean, Andrews half vampire and he seems ok (apart from the temper that is).
Got a letter from Tara. She says shes depressed and bored. At least Im not the only one.
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
Letter from Meriam Keser to her best friend Natalya Markova,
Dear Talya,
I can't describe how happy I was to receive your letter! I almost can't believe that you're actually coming back - and so soon!!
I can't wait to see you on Saturday - let's go shopping in IP to celebrate shall we? Icon have a nice new collection out that you will no doubt love to see!
I was sorry to hear that your return does not mean that your dad's evil scheming has been put to a rest. However, you will be happy to know that I have spoken to someone who may be able to help. His name is Mr. Vlostok and he is a former Militia member. He is really helpful and nice, and I think he may be able to pull a few strings as regards your dad. He said that it would be okay for us to give him a call when you come back.
Militia-wise our patrol last night was a turn to the better. I think I managed to leave a slightly better impression of my abilities in combat than after my disastrous performance last week. I never came near the hospital, and we faced some very powerful and scary trolls, who had taken some poor, innocent people prisoners and used them as slaves. They were so grateful when we liberated them. Later, we rescued some hostages, and some of them even knew our names! It seems the Militia is getting famous! When we came inside, we realised the place had been rigged with bombs, and I think our leader - Mr. Force Commander - was rather surprised and impressed that I was able to defuse a bomb all by myself. He is a very skilled leader, knows alot about wine, and was really looking out for me when we were up against those trolls, and he has this amazing teleportation ability which comes in very handy in the worst parts of the Hollows!
So, after last week's downturn, my spirits are back up again, and I now feel more like a valuable member of the team. Again, Ex and I were split up and hardly spoke two words to each other, and when we regrouped, he rushed off. I'm not sure whether it might have been Mr. Saint warning him to keep his distance. He and Mr. Moyle were both on the other team, and I didn't get to speak with either. Blitz wasn't around, and there were rumours that he had been redrawn from the team. There was a new guy on the team - nice, but extremely hyper, hungry and impatient - and I finally spoke to Mr. Portent, who seems to possess a rather impressive sense of logical deduction. You will have to get up pretty early if you want to match his wits! Diamondskin has now officially allowed us all to call him "Rooster", and has learnt to sling some rather impressive insults around to provoke the trolls. Mr. Tatters got blood on his sneakers again after a particularly nasty ambush, and I very briefly got to meet Mr. Hawkshaw and benefit from his amazing protective bubbles. Derek and I seem to be a very good match for beating up Trolls in the Hollows. I missed Sabrina, who wasn't there. Mr. Windan, the Ley/Elf had been taken ill by some magic curse - I sure hope that Sabrina had nothing to do with that,; after all she was pretty angry with him the last time.
Poor Amber - I feel so sorry for her. She was made leader of a team, and then when we went to Perez, we all ran off in different directions, and I'm afraid she blames herself for the chaos that followed, although it was everything but her fault. Also, she kept scratching herself - I think I'll bring her some of the bathing oil you sent me from Russia next time, it might help.
Can't wait to finally see you again - counting the seconds as they tick away (slowly, slowly, slowly)
Love,
Meriam
From: Militia HQ
To the attention off all members. 2 letters received Thursday, 08/06/06 in the afternoon from Leygran and the other Friday 09/06/06 in the morning from Chaos Mage.
Greetings Fellowship,
with big pain i have to let you know that i will not be presence to aid you neither tonight or in the next weeks it seems. As i was meditating yesterday to bring the process of getting used of your planets magical aura in further progress to use my magical healing and lightning with my old power an accident or attack from an unknown entity happened not quite sure about that yet. First everything was quite normal i was hovering slightly over ground in my host Chaos Mages Library slowly drifting into my peaceful state and touching earths magical flows ever slowly adjusting to its unique melody, but instead off feeling the energy flowing through me and allowing me to get a part of its gentle song filling my soul and essence with an spark of it like it did happen last time and the few hundreds of times i did it on my homeworld. This time i was hit by an mahlstorm of upstreaming power ripping me out of my meditation and slamming my fragile physical frame into one of the huge bookshelves with extraordinary force.
Luckily my host was around in the room beside the Library, after hearing the tremendous noise and feeling the afterwave of the magical explosion washing over his magic senses he found me broken, bleedind and uncosious between his now to pieces shreeded bookshelf and magical tomes.
After using his healing powers to prevend my death, because the emergency teleport unit for the hospital was destroyed by the massive magical assault. I was able to open my eyes again but i am not in the physical state to go anywhere at the moment it seems. And even worser my magical powers have totally vanished, as i painfully found out when i came awake and try to heal myself. After the first wave of panic receded i tried other magics but i am neither able to use my healing power nor the smallest spark of lightning nor even lifting my body an inch from the ground.
My dear host spend after this up to now mainly all of his most valuable time in investigating what happened to me and how he can help to restore my crippled magical condition. But the only thing he found out till now was that my aura seems to be tainted by utterly dark magics preventing any kind of natural magic flowing into me to use them as well as preventing any further healing of my physical body rather then keeping me in an weakened but halfway mended form.
Normally when times of total despair and hopeless hit me i would now meditate and find an solution in dear union with nature itself, but after my last experience when i meditated in the library i better not try. First because i am only an guest in my hosts house and i already ruined his really old boodshelf and some of his ancient tomes and second in respect of my already worse own condition.
I will struggle to assist my host Chaos Mage in preventing my death as much i can in my current condition and really hope that i can join you once again in the near future.
So the only thing i can do for now is to wish you all good luck and hope that your ongoing will be of success and without any unexpected accidents like mine.
Yours ,
Leygran Windan
Letter from Chaos Mage to Militia HQ
Dear Militia Members,
as his host and because I was the one initially introducing Leygran to your SG and also pushing him into joining you to give him an task in our world I think you have an right to be informed about his fate yesterday night.
After his terrible accident he already wrote you about and to inform you to not plan him into your next Militia Task Force for the next while, I was able to balance his condition but as my area of experience is not focused in the artwork of healing magic I called MAGI as soon as he was somewhat stable. And because they still owe me a few favours they arrived 20 minutes later with 3 of their experienced healers and analyzing Mages in my Mansion. In sight of the dear mean of time they immediately started examining Leygran as well as further healing him taking at least the danger of an physical breakdown out of play what was my more precious worry. As soon I saw that I was neither able to help them in healing or analyzing his condition I left them alone and went into my library.
About an hour later one of the Mages came to tell me what they found out so far. As it seemed the Portal which the Circle of Thorn group opened and through both the summoned Demon and Leygran came to our world another darker creature without own physical form also used to slip in our world hooking into him and feeding getting more and more powerful with time. None of the MAGI Mages was totally sure about this entity as they had not seen or heard about it before, what is of no wonder as the portal reached also to Leygrans world which they had no clue of before. But 2 of the Mages where absolutely sure that during their analysis of Leygrans magical aura and spirit they both had flashes of an dark shadowy figure rooting itself deep into his very soul and life force most likely with the aim of taking over Leygrans body after devouring his soul completely. When they now tried to deepen and sharpen their sight of this dark possession it seemed that the being was drawing even more life force out of Leygran to protect itself forcing the Mages to stop gaining more information about it.
After finding out this most alarming possession it was now easy to combine why he had so much problems using his magical abilities. As they said his hole spiritual aura was flooded with the darkest negative energy they had ever witnessed in their research for MAGI, as an result of that negative energy flooding him it was so hard for Leygran to draw either healing or the force of lightning to him and altering it to his favours. And also his terrible accident when he meditate and tried to draw our worlds natural magic flow into him to get in union with it, as when he flooded his body with simple called pure white magic flows meeting this extreme twisted and cruel dark magic caused an simple backflash when those totally contrary powers meet inside him.
I was not fully overviewing the hole situation yet when the Mage then told me we cant wait any longer because Leygrans condition is already in an stadium we may not be able to help him anymore. The two Mages remaining with Leygran will as he now speak with me already begin an magical ritual slowly ripping this dark entities roots out of his soul and life forcing it out of him. But as they had not encountered the nature of such an being before they would not be able to contain it anywhere so it may just slip back into him after it was connected to him for a while with ease. So their hope was that because of its none physical form I would be able to drive it away from him using my illusions and phantoms maybe even destroying it utterly.
As we both stand up to make our way to the room Leygran was with the 2 Mages an loud howling and shrieking rushed through my mansion and the temperature around us dropped also drastically as I was aware of goosebumbs shooting over my skin instantly. Both of us run into the room we left Leygran and the two Mages.
We rushed through the door to discover Leygran standing in the middle of the room emanating an massive cloud of dark energy around him, nine grey blue translucent tentacles moving from him into the 2 Mages holding them trembling in midair. After one hearthbeat he shifted his red glowing eyes into my direction his face an mask of pure hatred and pain blood dripping out of his ears and nose. An crackling unearthly deep voice rushing over us in an alien tongue as well as Leygrans own pleas and begging to kill him now and without mercy filled the room making the scene almost unbearable as the flood of dark energy itself roaming in the room alone made our bodys even 10 meter away shudder and tremble at we stay at the doorway.
Routined from many encounters in my long existence I then shoved my fear inward summoning my phantoms infront of me, 4 white frames holding blazing azure blades appeared and I commanded them mentally forward to tear this dark abomination apart merciless. An pure blast of dark energy washed from the creature to the doorway then reaching for the remaining Mage and me. Luckily I was shielded through my phantoms infront of me so the dark energy touching them diminished into the ground without causing me any harm, but the Mage standing now 2 Meter beside me apparently also readying an attack of his own was hit complete and totally unprotected what lifted him up crushing into the wall leaving him as an shuddering ball bleeding on the floor. My uprising anger let me then effortlessly summon my most powerful Illusion Phantom directly behind Leygran, as soon as it manifested it throwed an massive wave of energy into his back slamming him forward a few steps stumbling forcing him to drop on his knees. As my phantoms now stomped unhindered through the dark mahlstorm their blades severed his tentacles in easy strokes letting the 2 Mages drop to the ground and out of harms way. Still not fully recovered Leygran then lifted his head as my phantoms blades went down cutting deep and merciless causing him to cry in pain and terror as well as letting the shadow around him loose in intensity. Impaled on their azure blazing blades my phantoms lifting him upward now his feet hanging loose 2 feet over the floor, his bleeding body trembled and he grasped for air when my phantom behind him loosed another beam of concentrated energy into him destroying the dark cloud around him nearly and let him vomit blood through his mouth and nose splashing on the floor with an ugly splashing sound. Shocked I commanded my phantoms back letting them draw their blades out of him. So as his feet touched ground again his eyes blazed in an poison green surge of power his aura burning with sparks of black and green exploding outwards in an nova pure darkness my phantoms as well as myself where forced back crushing in different corners. Bleeding and grasping for air he then catapulted himself out of the big window to my mansions garden out into the night disappearing from my sight into the darkness leaving only an trail of blodd and shattered glass.
Instead of rushing after him I went for the other Mages aiding them with the little healing powers I have to prevent their deaths what I succeeded in at least. Other Senior MAGI came uncalled just a few minutes later rushing into my mansion alarmed by the huge explosions of dark energy their magic senses let them feel. After telling them fast what happened some took care of their 3 members and the rest rushed out with me after Leygran. But without any success after hours of searching I am back in my mansion now writing you this letter asking myself what mistake I make on the way and if it would have been possible to prevent all this somehow. If any of you may get a glimpse of Leygran dont approach him alone or risk following him, call MAGI or me.
Will keep you informed of further changes.
Best regards,
Chaos Mage
June 9th.
Atlas Park. 3013 Hyperion Way. Apartment 10, 2nd floor
Yessi's house.
Derek tried the handle of the apartment door. He frowned when he found it unlocked and stepped inside.
"Yess!? You there?" He took of his boots and went further inside and walked into the living room.
"Yeah I'm here bro" His sister's muffled voice was heard from the bathroom. "I'll be right out."
"You know you shouldn't keep your door unlocked like that." Derek reproached her and walked out into the kitchen and opened the fridge to look for a beer. He reached for a bottle but stopped and turned around. "Do you have any wine sis?" He shouted too her.
"What? I didn't hear you." Derek heard the shower was on. He went closer and opened the door slightly. "I said, do you have any wine?" He repeated.
"You? Are You, asking me for wine?" His sister poked her head out of behind the shower curtain with a very sceptical look on her face.
"Yeah I thought we'd enjoy some fine wine together, brother and sister. Is that so wrong?" Derek smiled.
"Ok... now I know somethings wrong with you. I'll be done in a minute. I have a bottle of red in the cupboard next to the fridge." His sister turned the shower back on and Derek went out in the kitchen. He found the bottle and rummaged a while through her drawers to find a corkscrew. He found one and tried to open the bottle, after some cursing and hitting the air with his fists the bottle was finally open. He threw the piece of the bottles neck in the garbage and mopped up the wine spilt on the floor from when he cut the bottle open with his claws. Poured himself and his sister a glass each and carried the glasses out into the living room just in time for his sister to emerge from the bathroom.
He put the glasses down and turned around to give her a hug. Hi sis. Great to see you. She returned his hug and kissed him in the cheek.
Great to see you too Dek. I see you found the wine. She sat down in the couch and Derek joined her. So how are things with you? She asked and took a sip of the wine.
Its good you know. This Militia thing is turning out to be great, loads of nice people. I get to bash loads of Outcasts and Trolls.
Any new friends? God knows you could need some instead of hanging around my house all the time. His sister smiled and punched him on the shoulder.
Ouch! Derek jolted but smiled. Damn, that hurts. I got shot there yesterday you know. Some thug with a shotgun. Yessi looked worried and was about to say something but Derek continued. But its alright. It heals fast
Remember that guy I told you about on the phone. The guy that I went out drinking with a couple of times last week. Well
I dont know how too say this but since I started now I guess that I cant stop talking now
Anyway. He kinda thinks Im a mutant
Derek fell into silence as he waited for his sister to react too the shocking news.
Yessi did look kind of shocked and said with doubt in her voice. A mutant? But
what
who
What?
Yeah he told me I should have figured out years ago when
when I started to grow claws and all. But I never really thought about it that way.
Claws!?! Derek, what the hell are you talking about? Youre off with some strange para-military organisation for three weeks and you come back telling me you have claws?!?
Calm down sis. Both Derek and his sister was standing up now and Derek grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes. I said, calm
down
Yessi let her shoulders dropped and she sat down in the couch again. Look. Sis. Ive always had them, the claws. I never showed you
or
mom and dad
I thought they would be mad at me because they were sharp and dangerous.
Youve always had them? But how? Where? When? This is not easy to take in you know
Yessis shock had faded and been replaced with some kind of sceptic acceptance. Show me.
Huh?
Show me. I want to see them. I can handle it. Youve told me about them and I havent died, I think I can manage a look at them.
Sure sis. Derek looked sceptical but did as he was ordered. He stood up and let the claws slide out from the top of his hands. Yessi looked as she was about to faint but composed herself and stood up next too her brother.
What
? What are they
I mean how or
I dont know. Are they sharp? She put a finger forward and meant too touch them. Derek immediately retracted the claws on that hand.
Very sharp. I wouldnt recommend touching the sharp side. He slid the claws out again. Yessi stretched her hand out again and felt the claws.
Gross bro. Yessi smiled suddenly. Youve got claws coming out of your hands you freak. Yessi started laughing. At first Derek felt a sting of hurt when his sister called him a freak. That was what that girl Sabrina had said. But that feeling disappeared soon when his sisters laugh made him smile as well.
Hell yeah Im a freak. And proud of it. He retracted the claws and hugged his sister again. Damnit sis. I love you. I could probably tell you I just nuked half of Paragon away and you would just call me a big silly wouldnt you?
Yessi hugged Derek right back. Of course I would. I love you too, freak or no freak. They let go of each other. So. You have any other super powers, Mr. Mutant-man?
Well nothing remarkable. I run fast and jump high
Ive always done, you know that. Just figured I was fit but now Force Commander tells me that is because of my freakiness as well. I heal fast and I can take a lot of beating before I actually get hurt. Always thought that had to do with me being a mean fighter but again
Force says its my mutation. Says he can read my aura or whatever. And I guess thats it sis
Im still the same old Derek you know.
I know you are bro. The strangest part is that Im not freaked out about it any longer. I mean I was in shock just now. Only lasted a minute or
But it just seems, I dont know
natural or something.
Thanks Yess. That really means a lot to hear. Really.
Derek and his sister continued talking though the evening and woke up the next morning, best of friends and as if things were as they had always been.
[OOC] I had a thought about writing all of our militia stuff together to some kind of a short-story or something like that. Is that something any of you would be interested in? Besides all of your own great pieces of writing here in this thread, maybe writing down some... guidelines in lack of a better word. Like a list of stuff your char's have been doing lately. I don't know if you know what I mean but something like:
¤ Killed some clockworks
¤ Got a good talk with Blitz Arrow
¤ Thinks Derek is a real looker, and nice too =P
¤ Had a fight with Masked Angel over a miss I did in a battle against some skulls.
¤ Went home and had a beer and nights sleep filled with nightmares
¤ Blah
¤ Blah
Just something to refer too when I write.
Just a thought.
Comments?
Letter from Chaos Mage to militia HQ
Dear militia Members,
finally I am happy to send you new information about Leygran and this time there not as grave as the last.
After searching with MAGI and a few of my dearest friends for days pushing Paragon City upside down for a trail of my possessed guest. We where able to find a track of the negative aura which surrounded the creature possesing Leygran finally to the middle of Perez Park.
He was in the middle of the park surrounded by trees. As we approached him he stood unaware of his environment, trembling and with closed eyes. As we slowly stepped near him we saw that 6 meter infront an force bubble was drifting slightly over the ground inside of it there was an slim shadowy figure moving in circles as if searching for a weak spot to penetrate its prison. As we come beside Leygran he looked totally exhausted, his features pale and dried blood all over his battered frame, he breathed in outcoming whistles holding his full attention to keep up the prison for his unbidden tormentor. Beside Leygran the creature now got aware of us maybe even remembering me from our last encounter, it howled in its prison his movements getting faster and dark blasts of energy washing inside the surface of the force globe with the aim of bursting it apart making its bright gleam getting weaker and weaker.
As our younger companion an Mage in his early studies with MAGI prepared an magical strike one senior Mage from MAGI stopped him, telling us that all we would reach with an strike would be hitting Leygran by destroying his upbuilded prison for the creature and that it may escape then causing serious damage in paragon due to its total alien nature and our lack of knowledge of it.
So we decided to build an circle around Leygran focusing our magic through him aiding him, refreshing his ebbing powers in his fight against this dark visitor to our world. First we layed various healing spells over Leygran mending his wounds and restoring his endurance as well as possible. Then I and the Senior Mage touched Leygran on each shoulder and our younger companion stood behind us touching our shoulders, shaping an small diamond with Leygran at its tip. Leygrans features changed from pained to almost relaxed now his breathing more stable, his shoulders not longer down he stood upright holding his meditation stern building more energy into his force globe letting it gleam more intense. Holding the creature inside howling when its ongoing assaults on the globe deflect useless on its surface.
After all three of us closed our eyes and falling deep in meditation dropping down into the spiritual plane we found each other standing same as our real worlds position diamondshaped but with open eyes and in full awareness, a few meters infront of us the dark creature was chained with white gleaming energy pinned to the ground unable to alter its position or to escape its eyes burning red its alien tongue washing over us abusing and cursing.
Leygran told me then that he cant forgive himself to cause such danger to me and the ones who came to help him. His plan was to hold the creature here in prison till their as it seemed connected powers diminished and at the point of total exhaustion he would strike out with his remaining life force itself hopefully destroying the creature by his lifes sacrify. He was happy to at least get the chance of thanking me and MAGI for the help and kindness we showed to him and to get the chance of wishing me a good and long life. Then he asked us to leave as his coming task would be hard enough without putting others in danger again.
Myself as well as the Senior Mage Crysal Stoneweaver where not at least ready to go and leave him alone to die. So we told the young mage to went back to the real plane keeping guard over our bodies as perez is not the most friendly part of paragon and our coming task may end in mayhem if someone disturb our unaware meditating forms. So he broke his meditation and went back to guard our bodies.
Crysal and myself then put our hands firm on Legrans shoulders drawing our magic energy and sending it into him, flooding him with our power and determination. I told Leygran that we will not leave him here alone and that what ever will happen this dark being will not get out of here again to cause any more harm. Leygran told us that after it was inside him and after he was aware of it the only weak spot he found was that it draws power from him and that the accident in my library also left the thing drained of power and damaged afterwards. So I asked him why not focus another blast of earths natural energy at it as its now not any more directly into him leaving the full force of the different powers unleashing on the creature now and leaving himself unaffected this time.
His head raising he was fascinated by the idea already starting to draw on earths energy filling his body with its flow gathering inside and around him. Crysal and me called too the earths magical flow into us sending it into Leygran, as we three combined our call and build up an gleaming wave of blue, green, white and silver shinning power raising higher and higher infront of Leygran ready to unleash forward slamming into the dark formation of energy gleaming and sparkling in green, grey, black and violet now when it too draw on its last resources, struggling against its chains feverish now when it felt the enormous wave infront of him building and rising higher and stronger. But his struggle was senseless as Leygran hold him tight in place calm and unwavering.
As we draw more and more engery into the wave the extreme power of it pushing more and more eager to strike on the dark but smaller and now chanceless counterpart twingling and howling infront of it now. Infront of total exhaustion Leygran finally lost his grip on the tide of power shoving it forward, as soon as the tide of pure and magnificient energy rushed forward the creature gleamed in total darkness upcalling his dark forces full into an defence of total darkness surrounding it. When the two counterparts connected there was a roar like thunder the sound echoing all round us, the dark globe focused in the middle and the gleaming wave washing over it sparks of lightning and shooting from one energy to the other the dark globe already breaching on some spots where the light invaded the darkness and finally causing the globe to crash apart leaving the creature unprotected in the storm of light and thunder ripped apart by and bursted into shards.
Leygran let out an relieved sigh and lost conscious stepping from the spirit into our normal plane, his body dropping on the ground. After Crysal and myself made totally sure that there was nothing left and the creature was finally and uttlery destroyed we both shifted back into our normal plane exhausted but happy with our victory over evil.
We then transported Leygran back to my mansion where he still sleeps till now, but totally free of any other soul than himself as some of MAGIs analysers assured me. They also said he was lucky that the enourmous power he focused not ripped himself apart and that as far they can say his physical state would be recovered fully, but they where not sure what happened with his magical abilities because after having so much power rushing through him the alteration of his very soul as well as his magic aura cant remain the same as before.
Will keep you informed in case he is not waking up and able to get in touch with you himself again.
Best regards,
Chaos Mage
No way! I will not accept it!
Tenebrae stormed across to the other side of the rooftop, quite determined to leave. Saffron dashed up to him, intent on stopping him.
Andrew, please
she begged.
No Saff, this has gone beyond a joke now! he shouted, Youre not even old enough to drink and youre hanging around with vampires!?
Hes just part of the team, she said, I dont even know him that well. Please, cant you see sense?
Sense!? he shouted, Do you have any idea what those things did to me? How they tortured me? All to make their beloved hybrid? No Saff, vampires are evil and thats the end of it. You have to leave this team of yours now and if I ever come across this nice vampire of yours I will destroy him. Is that clear?
But
! she began to protest.
Either you quit, he demanded, or your mother gets to find out what her daughters been up to recently. You choose.
You cant do that, she stated firmly, we had a deal.
Well now Im breaking it, he retorted, Youve got until tomorrow.
Turning his back on her, he leapt from the rooftop, disappearing into the shadows beyond that he preferred.
Saffron sank to her knees as the sun dipped below the horizon. It wasnt fair. Shed let down her team-mates and now she was letting down her cousin. She knew he hated them but Tristan had seemed ok. Cold, but ok. How could he ask her to choose between his trust and the team she felt so comfortable in? Life stinks, she thought as the sky behind her turned purple in the fading light.
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
A hospital in a military bunker somewhere in paragon city..
"Hello, Hyper Drive" the young doctored said with a smile on her face," how are you today." She was sat at a desk , hand pointing to a chair on the other side, in a small examination room. She was a brunette, blue eyes and quite tall for a woman. The young man sat down in the office chair in front of him and began twirling, clearly out of boredom." Not to bad ,not to bad,"his mood suddenly change, "Considering THIS is still attached!" He was pointing to a large metallic object on his leg. It was this device that regulared his super huamn powers, He hated it above all else. "Now now, you know why we put that on you... its a thing of trust. Speaking of trust how was the first week with the Milita?" The young doctor continued on the physical, wait for a reply, noticing that dispite his hyper active natural, Hyper Drive was extremely quiet today, and had never been so quiet in his life. "Oh come on it couldn't have been that bad....." she looked up at him," IM SORRY AM I BORING YOU!" she yelled almost as if she were replying to an insult. " Huh? what ..wher..oh hey ! Whats up?" A bewildered Hyper Drive spoke as he awoken from one of his many "power naps." She gave him an icy stare that had no effect on the hyperactive young man , who even seemed not to pay atention or care. Maybe even abit of both. "Milita right, right!, Why did you guys team me up with such slowpokes! I can't even run at full speed and these chumps can't even keep up with me!" he replied with a rather cocky tone of voice, to cocky for the doctors liking. " I could adjust it for you so you move more at there pace.." she muttered under here breathe,"No, NO I'm good, I'm good!" She then began to check his reflexes and pupil dilation," Follow the light good, now up, now left now right and down again." While examing him, she braved another question, knowing full well that she probably wouldn't get a straight anwswer, or he would hit on her again if she was lucky." How's your head, last you were here you came in, screaming about a headache and started having fits again.." she said softly, almost in a caring voice. "What, i don't remember that.. I do remember having some headaches before thought," he said in a soft voice aswell. They looked at each other for a moment, in total silence. She looked straight into his eyes, and him back into hers. They moved closer and closer together until he spoke, "Can I get some food here? Im starving man." She looked down, trying to hide her my red cheeks, "Sure, no problem, you can go now. I weakened the device slightly for you, after a time you should be able to run again," she said in a quiet voice, " But you have to come back and see me next week for your check up to get it removed!" "Hey thanks doc! No prob see ya next week." He ran off much faster that when he came in.
A blonde woman wearing a hero's costume came into the room. She sat down in the chair that the young man was sitting in not but a minute ago." How is he Rebecca?" the heroine asked. " The headache's are back" she said sounding to sad to even care the heroine entered the room, " So there asking about his past then?" The doctor nodded, " And he still can't remember anything?" the doctor nodded again. " Well keep me updated, those mental blocks will weaken eventually, i just hope it doesn't kill him first..," the heroine got up from her seat and walk slowly to the door. " Oh Rebecca, don't worry your doing a good job, he will remember soon I promise.. I'll make him remember, you have my word!" She walked off closing the door behind her. " Thanks Ms. Liberty, I hope so too." She then opened a drawer and pulled out a picture of a young couple. The girl had brown hair, blue eyes and was quite tall for a woman. The young man in the picture had his arms around the woman giving her a small kiss on the cheek. She held the pciture close and began to cry ...
Letter from Leygran Windan over Militia HQ to all Members
Dear Fellowship,
after waking up in my hosts mansion a few hours ago I felt pure joy after still being alive and with the knowledge of no casualties in the procedure of Chaos Mage and MAGI helping me defeating my dark possessor.
Altough it also had an prize or two I had to pay as my last memory what is clear starts when I stepped into your world. Meeting Chaos Mage and MAGI all kind and eager to help never asking for anything from me. As well as the most pleasant meeting with some of the members of militia and the honour of the ability to fight evil with some of you, even if some small misunderstandings came up. All what happened before that event on my homeplanet such as my childhood and familly is shrouded in shadows and I only dimly remember the most basic things of that period of my life.
As well as the total loss of my healing and lightning magics. When I tried to draw my magical forces into one small point focusing into summoning the power of lightning totally nothing happened, the same came up with my healing abilities. After hours of meditating and refocusing still nothing happen not the smallest spark is connecting.
But after taking in consideration what tremendous amounts of earths energy I pulled into and through my very being as well as the high point of exhaustion I pushed my body into to free myself and others from this alien dark creature hooked into my very soul, its an sheer wonder that I am still breathing I should be happy and thankful in afterthought.
When I stopped finally pushing myself taking an rest from my pointless exercising, something really amazing happened. I sat on the floor exhausted, tired and hungry as one of the MAGI members still examining me every few minutes entered the room totally unaware of his environment staring deep into an old tome holding it in his face while walking lended from my hosts library. He then stumbled and pushed one of the ceramics and it was on the way to hit the solid floor to shatter in pieces. As result of the fall itself out of an reflex I just had to focus the ceramic and with the slightest effort of power an force bubble manifested around it letting it drift slowly and untouched to the ground before dematerillized as it never existed.
MAGI and Chaos Mage then also amazed from the total shift of my magic abilities helped me to discover what happened and why my power was changed so utterly. As it seemed it was by sheer instinct that my magical powers where changed so drastically. In the past my first aim was to heal and defend who was dear to me or seemingly innocent and not able to handle the upcoming on its own. So to mend wounds and sickness I bundled my magical powers into lines of empathy magic and to defend I focused and summoned into the force of lightning which I never used to attack then to defend when I was forced to it. But in my situation in being possesed and used to hurt others unable to stop it my very instincts scream to put it away from all dear to me and innocent concealing and imprisoning it as good as possible what resulted in building nearly untouchable force bubbles and my second wish then was after witnessing what was done to the MAGI who came to help me and when my own body shifted to attack my dear host Chaos Mage was not do defend my very aim was to destroy the vile creature by all means even if that meant my own end. So as my lightning power was teached to me by my father and always had the aim to defend and no merciless destruction I was unable to use it therefore it also vanished to be filled with an grim deep fire of destruction.
Still unable to control my new established powers now I learn more about them step by step.
So I came to the decision that I will not try to look back on my past as my new life will start now and I will use it to make earth an better place if that is still in my influence somehow.
And in case you still grant me the honour of being part of Milita I will bring my new talents to best assistance in our fight against the upcoming evil.
Yours truly,
Leygran Windan
Well, there doesnt seem to be anything wrong with you physically, said Dr Alexander as he peered into Saffrons eyes.
What do my eyes have to do with my legs? she asked as the doctor powered his wheelchair back to his desk. She hopped off of the table and wandered over to where he sat in front of his massive supercomputer.
Absolutely no idea, he replied. But then you know that biological sciences are not my specialty.
Saffron looked about his laboratory. Everywhere there were various machines, computers and wires, some intact, some not. Various lifeless robots were strewn about, waiting to be operated on. Near the door, Unit 29 sat reading a book, the paperback made to look tiny between his massive fingers.
I guess, she said, but youre the only doc I know who deals with superheroes.
Oh my dear, he replied, there are plenty out there, you just havent had a chance to meet them yet. You dont need to be afraid, theyre quite used to dealing with mutants at the clinics you know.
I guess, she said, toying with one of the numerous unknown devices on his table. So what do you think is wrong?
Dr Alexander pushed his glasses back up his nose. Hed only met Saffron twice before but her shyness was obvious from day one.
I dont think theres anything wrong, he said. Its probably just your mutation evolving. Youre able to repel things away from your body at will. I think youre simply learning how to do it with your feet as well.
Doc, I leapt to the roof of the train station yesterday. she retorted, Last week I was shooting baskets with my cousin and ended up on a fire escape when I jumped too high. How far is this going to go? How long before flicking lint off my jumper causes someone an injury?
Dr Alexander shrugged. I dont know, he said. All powers take some learning because they can be dangerous. Your voice is a fabulous weapon but you need to be careful on how you focus it. The first time you rode your motorcycle, you could have ran into someone. Get out there, go leaping over rooftops, enjoy it, some people would love to have your gift.
He smiled and she returned it. She couldnt help but think of the doctor, wheelchair bound as he was and feel very lucky. Maybe this could prove to be fun
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
[Kings Row]
[Sabrina returns from China. She enters her mother's appartment in the Kings Row district.]
"Mum. Mum!"
"Sabrina dear, I'm here"
[The old aged woman hurries from the kitchen, embracing her daughter at the door.]
"Oh dear god, Sabrina!"
[The young girl simply fell to the floor, unable to compose herself, tears falling from her eyes]
[She sobs] "He's dead.. Daddy's dead"
"Ohhh. No. No No No.. noooo" [The lady wails]
"Yea" [Sabrina nods] "I saw it all happen"
* * *
Dear Diary,
The cycle of bloodshed between the San Clan and the Devils of Kimone grows bigger by the day.
My father is dead. Murdered by none other than Shin Kimone himself.. the cursed son of the black night.
* * *
[Kings Row]
[Mother and child sat at the dinning]
"I have to go to work"
"Sabrina.. rest. You've had a long flight, talkless of the news you bear"
"I have to clear my head"
"No! I will not let you out of this door with that sword. In your current state of mind you'll kill somebody."
"I'm a licensed hero, it can be justified."
[Sabrina leapt from her seat and made for the sword on the wall. A streak of light and it was in the hands of mum]
"Sit. Down. Young lady"
"Bit**" [Sabrina muttered, retreating to a nearby sofa.]
"Tell me what happened at Gansu!"
"I already have"
"Your father fell to Shin Kimone's sword.. then what did you do?"
"What else? I flipped out"
"I dont know what that means! Speak english"
"Oh you're english now are ya?"
"What was that?"
"Nothing"
[A long pause. Sabrina had upset her mum and she knew it]
"I chased him. He ran across the borders of Qinghai and straight into Tibet. Turns out thats where they hide out"
"You foolish woman! You cou-"
"-Will ya let me finish?"
[Silence]
"They eventually found me but.. something was different. They feared me.."
[She paused]
"You know mum, fear really is the ultimate weakness.."
[She glared into her mother's eyes]
"I killed them all."
To: The Militia
I am sad to say that the team member known as Devlin Saint has gone rogue. It was always known that he had two sides to his personality but we at The Ministry were confident that we could rely on him. We were wrong.
The details of exactly what happened are vague but The Circle of Thorns seems to have had some part in his conversion to evil. In view of his opinion of that particular group it is unlikely that his change of allegiance was deliberate. But no matter what has happened, I suggest that you remain vigilant; he was one of you and now he is the enemy. Keep a look out for him although I imagine he's going to change his name and appearance.
It's a sad day for The Militia but I know you can fight on.
Minister
[Kings Row]
[Dragonfly had only just returned from duty. She entered her mother's appartment and noticed a letter on the floor]
"Oh boy, its from the Minister.. did he find out about the freak I killed? I claim self defence, my life was in danger"
[She paced nervously around the front room]
"Wait.. it could be the diamonds.. those belonged to the museum.. the Circle stole 'em and I returned 'em, I swear"
[She glared intently at the envelope]
"Oh my god.. its the cloak from yesterday, that stupid mutant girl must have ratted out on me.. but.. grr!"
"Child, your conscience will be the death of you. Give me the damn envelope!"
[Her mother snatched the letter from her hands, opened it and read it out loud]
"Wow.. Devlin Saint.. I'd never had thought.. then again, I never really met him"
"Well, he's turned over to the dark side.. will you?"
"Mother!"
"What?"
"How can you ask me that? You know where my loyalties lie"
"Well, I'm just saying. I mean.. people wouldn't exactly call you an angel"
[Silence. Sabrina seemed hurt by the remark]
"Well, I aint no demon either" [She muttered]
Extracts from the Diary of Saffron Mackenzie, The Amber Banshee
Thursday 22 June 2006
Sad news it seems. I came home to a letter from the Minister stating that Devlin has turned evil or something like that. Its pretty confusing. He was such a nice guy when we fought together. I wonder what it could be that turned him? I hope hes ok.
There were only a few of us there tonight. Sabrina and Mr Hawkshaw turned up and there was this dude called Leygran who seems to have been ill for a while. He even saved me a couple of times but he was really intense, kept on hitting on Sabrina. Im worried about her. She seems so angry all the time. I know that her fathers death must have really upset her but she just seems so aggressive with everyone. I think I was the only person who didnt get shouted at tonight even though I now know that she doesnt like mutants. I do hope shes ok. Ive invited her over for dinner some time.
But I also got to see our base! Its really really techy with flashing lights and big screens and everything. Ive made sure that theres a supply of coffee and biscuits for when we get back from missions. I know that I get hungry after fighting and Im sure Hyper will want something to eat too knowing him. Id have put in some bottles of wine for Force Commander who turned up later but hell have to bring his own. He seems a very charming man.
And Dr Alexander was right about going out and enjoying jumping so high. It is fun. I think it must have been what all that itching business was about. At least thats stopped now.
Im still worried that Ive heard nothing about my dad. Ive been doing this for a month now and Ive still not found any leads. Mom seems so withdrawn about it all as if it isnt happening. If I dont get some clues soon, Im going to have to go and do this alone.
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
[Kings Row]
[It was late at night, Sabrina had slept through the evening. She got out of bed and made for the kitchen]
"Hello sweetheart, you look tired. Had a long day on duty?"
"Yeah"
[She bent low, dragging a pint of milk across the front room before collapsing into a sofa]
"Remember that stupid alien Leygran?"
"The one that's head-over-hills in love with you?"
"Yeah.. he's surprisingly smart. Policewoman from across the street sent the Militia to bust a gang war right.."
"The one that tried arresting you? I thought you hated her"
"I do, but I felt like bashing in some skulls.."
[She throw the pint over her lips and gulped away the entire keg in one go]
"Anyway, we found ourselves underground, and my god.. the place was crawling with 'Matchsticks' - hellion lieutenants. Now, I charge in sword first, like I do, and before I knew it I'm chargrilled! Like a friggin barbeque, then comes Leygran with a clever idea right, he runs into the centre of the fight.. and this was no kiddy fight mum, we're talking about a gang war.."
"Yeah yeah yeah, carry on"
".. he lured the mob into a tunnel basically, which gave the team a chance to focus all damage on the Matchsticks.. easy"
[She shruged]
"Funny thing was.. he managed it without so much as a scratch. God knows how he didn't die."
"You underestimate force fields Sabrina"
"Hm yea, I guess"
[The woman eyed Sabrina closely]
"I'd never had thought it.. you speaking nicely about him"
"What are you implying?"
"You taking a liking to him? Must be hard trying to resist him.. what with all the attention he's giving you"
"Pfft. Puh-leez. I'd sooner be with Meriam"
Saffrons window slid open silently. Even though she was two stories up, the height no longer bothered her. It also made it less likely that she would be discovered by her mother who had taken to sitting up late ever since her dad disappeared. It had been a great night, out beating the Council up followed by meeting up with Tara in Pocket D. Strange that that was the only place she seemed to want to meet these days
As she dropped her bag to the floor, she noticed an envelope sitting on her bed. Taking a quick look around the house to make sure that there was no-one still up, she returned to her room and ripped the letter open. The information contained within it was exceptionally brief.
Your fathers last contract was with a waste management company. You are in danger. Someone in the team is not who they say they are. Do not dismiss any further mutations, they were expected.
Saffron sat down on the bed and re-read the message. There didnt seem to be any other clues as to where it had come from. It didnt look like a letter from the Ministry but she wasnt sure. Whoever her mystery messenger was, they were at least offering a clue to her dads whereabouts. But her mutation was expected? Someone in the team was lying to her? It didnt make sense. She checked the envelope again. There was no postmark. Someone had put this here for her to find. Someone who had been in this room
She feverishly checked the rest of the house again, but her fears were unfounded. The house was empty save herself and her sleeping mother. It was then that she remembered something someone had said about a waste management company a few blocks away. It sounded too easy or was it just co-incidence? There was only one way to be sure.
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
The street lights flickered, illuminating the concrete below them, making the shadows of bins and cars dance to a tune all their own. The lights reached towards the stars above, the pin pricks of light mirroring the beauty of the stars above as the cars drove past, further adding to the dance of the night.
Zodian sat atop a building, looking out over mans wonderous creation but as he sat and admired the beauty of paragon city his mind was disturbed, a scream from below him and the sound of gunfire, they were playing his song. He grinned and launched himself from the rooftop, plumeting past windows as the ground rushed up to meet him his descent slowed and he alighted upon the concrete.
Two men had dragged a woman into an alley and were wrestling with her, attempting to take what little money she had, and more importantly, disturbing the beauty of the night. Squeezing the chains that were wrapped around him he drew his power from them and stepped out into the alley.
The first man was caught unawares as balls of blue and black energy hit him full on in the stomach, and as the second man turned around he too was caught in the chest by a charge of electricity. It happened so fast that by the time the woman had turned to face her hero there was no-one there, only a card with 'Zodian' printed on it, floating slowly down onto the pavement...
((Zodian asked about roleplaying groups on another thread so I told him about the Militia. Looks like he might be coming along tomorrow night. ))
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
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Itch, itch, itch
So, can anyone tell me in what way could Da Vincis portrait of the Mona Lisa be considered surreal?
Mr Bannister stood at the front of the classroom, scanning the sea of bemused faces all waiting to see if someone braver was going to answer the question. During the silence, he was acutely aware of someone near the back of the class fidgeting.
Miss Mackenzie? he said, in a manner to draw attention to her. Her head shot up, suddenly fully alert.
Yes sir? she asked, oblivious to what had been occurring in the class.
Are you entirely comfortable there? he asked, clearly irritated by her inattention.
Yes sir, she replied, lying through her teeth.
Good, he continued. Then perhaps rather than shuffling on your chair, you could answer my question instead. Or would you rather visit the restroom now?
The class erupted with laughter. Saffron sat and endured it although she was aware of the uncontrollable blush that had momentarily turned her pale skin bright red. It wasnt her fault that her legs were itching so much. For the last week, they had constantly irritated her. She had tried everything, every cream and lotion possible but none brought any relief. She knew it wasnt her clothing, having spent the last week with bare legs, despite the boys teasing about going blind from the glare.
Later, after more ritual humiliation at the hands of her least favourite tutor, she gathered her books and tried to get out of the class as quickly as possible. The only relief she got was when on the move so she headed out to the colleges tiny field to try and walk off some of the irritation. As she crossed the field, a soccer ball rolled out in front of her. Looking over in the direction where it had come from, she saw a bunch of boys looking back at her.
Hey gingernut! Give us the ball! one of them called to her. The other boys sniggered as they always did.
Putting her bag down for one moment, she wandered over to the ball and raised her eyebrows as if to ask whether it was this ball they were referring to.
Cmon Ghost, give us the damn ball! they shouted.
Saffron saw red. She hated her nickname just as much as she hated being teased for her hair colour. She kicked the ball as hard as she could towards them, putting all her strength behind it. The ball rocketed through the air, skimming the grass. One boy foolishly tried to intercept it. It slammed into his legs, knocking them out from beneath them. He landed face first in the mud, the ball rolling to a halt the other side of the field.
There was a deathly hush as the rest of the boys gathered around their fallen comrade to help him up, Saffron forgotten about. She picked up her bag and walked away, trying hard to suppress the enormous smile that was threatening to take over her face. She didnt stop smiling until she got home and by then, she had completely failed to notice that the itching in her legs had stopped.
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk