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The plans all seemed to be going as he had planned them, and the days were moving faster than he could have imagined them to. It was like a dream come true, and one that was long overdue. All of the world would soon come to know him as their bringer of life and death. Sephiroth couldn’t have been more thrilled at the inevitable future that he had set in place for himself.

Yet, a blunt wedge was going to be settling right in, he could tell, whenever he had his sights on that group of failures once more headed his way. They had been on his trail, though he was always a million steps ahead of them. Today, though, there was something different about all of their expressions; Determination was at their heel.

  “What is this? Come to try again? Do you not know when to quit?” He asked, specifically to their leader, the young mind that had the greatest heart. Sephiroth held Masamune out to the side, as the other approached, wondering how he planned on proceeding with his attacks. All the while, he would ignore the likes of his companions. None of them posed any sort of threat to he, and they should all very well know that by this point. “No, of course you don’t...” His smirk was seen, and he knew that he would enjoy their time together, nonetheless.

He knew who it was, could feel the presence sharpened and so like his. When eventually he did turn to face the other, he was met with the same set of eyes, and features that were almost an exact mirror. Yet, there was youth in this face, something he had long ago. Now, he was more like the blossomed flower on the tallest tree, staring at but a small budding. “You took your time.”

The Earth’s atmosphere had been disturbed as a dark purple mass entered through it’s barrier. This ship, with it’s sole passenger going in-and-out of consciousness, was spiraling out of control. The warrior only just managed to bank the nose up as the ground came rushing in the view screen, and then everything went black as he passed out once the extremely rough landing was had.

Luckily, he was alive, and after a few minutes, or however long it took to wake, the Arbiter emerged from the smoke-filled shuttle. The ramp lowered, but it’s hinged were struggling to stay down, and he stumbled out as sparks erupted from the side of the vessel. His body felt beaten and bruised, blood staining on his silver armor and down his arm from some unseen injury.

He surveyed the area, disgruntled to know exactly what planet they had sent him, and hating every tree he had passed. The almost eight-foot Sangheili trudged onward, needing to get as far from his crash as possible, and find some place to patch himself up. Though, he was so fatigued already from surviving such a terrible crash, and he had to pause against a tree to take a few labored breaths, trying to sort himself out of these dizzying stars in his vision.

The Woodland Realms were always taken care of, and protected by those that dwelled inside their depths, elves of old. Yet, the oldest out of all that resided here was their prideful King, Thranduil. He sat upon his throne, mulling over the days with endless parties and plenty to drink. Today had him waking from dreams that were more than unsettling, and things that he kept pushing deeper into his subconscious. He was putting up his mental barriers, looking to brush whatever unease lay in his mind, and focus on the boring tasks of the day. His son, Legolas Greenleaf, had come to tell him of what the scouts had seen, and he ignored such impossibilities with the wave of his hand. His thorny crown was fixed on his head, and adorned by flowers of the upcoming Spring. Worry was there, minutely detailed, despite what came out from his lips next.

   "Legolas, do remind your troops, that if they speak of such foolishness again, they will be dealing with me. And I do not take kindly to fools that waste my time... It will be the dungeons for them, for however long I see fit, if they mention those fire-breathing wretches. You may walk among them as kindred spirits in battle, but son do remember what you are...” He cast him a look, as if his cool-colored eyes could convey, with great meaning, their long-winded message. “You are not one of them... We are not. So, do not let their lowly jests and camaraderie ever put you at ease, for they may try to take advantage of your high lineage.”

The beeps of her astromech droid, BB-9E, snapped her out of her thoughts as she glanced over to it slowly approaching. “What is it?” The droid continued, and she quickly threw on her dark hood to follow it out.  It had orders to grab her attention, and to seek out the individual that was always prepared for battle; Captain Phasma. Rey followed the droid through the corridors, making sure to keep her gaze ahead, and the eerie presence of her dark power was attaching itself to the walls as she walked. All of this was just the daily intimidation that she must place upon all that looked upon her, as was the way she had been taught.

Now, she was finally faced with the chrome-covered helmet of one of the finest in the Order, Phasma, and Rey gave her a short look-over. “Speak quickly. I haven’t the time.” Which was a lie, as she had all the time in the cosmos. Usually she wasn’t so rushed with this one, but today felt different, and she couldn’t figure out why; Which was highly annoying. There was a shift in the Force, lightly rippling a far-too gentle a touch, but there all the same. How it aggravated her to not know why!

The city was not a place he was ever going to get used to, but traversing across building-tops and keeping out of anyone’s sight was easy enough. Humans were not as bright, but their Pokemon did see, if they did manage to look at the right moment. There would be a flicker of a tail, a dash of something light, before quickly bounding off to the next top. His feet stopped to perch themselves at the edge of a familiar building, and his cold gaze peered down at the many windows.

He was focused on one, and saw the figure inside moving about. It was midnight, he would guess, and it was a wonder to find this one still awake. From time to time, Mewtwo had been checking upon the status of this said individual. It wouldn’t be considered worry, because that would be beneath him to do so. Still, the clone was secretly thankful to have ever met such a human. This one changed his mind, if ever so slightly, about his view on their kind... about this world.

There were a few more minutes that ticked on by, before he decided to interrupt whatever it was that this young man’s night may have been. He flew down to hover in the window, knowing his silhouette on the blinds would’ve been seen by the moonlight casting down on top of his shoulders.

He waited.

It had been a few years since the last he saw this young one, and they’ve communicated briefly over that time, but now to see him finally in person was something else entirely. Their agreement had been set, prior to this, and Bossk was glad to take him under his wing. He is ssstrong... The reptilian commented to himself, tongue flicking out as he watched the young human fix and clean whatever weaponry was on his person. “Boba... How do you feel?” It wasn’t that strange to be asking of another’s well-being, from a Trandoshan, but it was important to know if one under his watch was in perfect health. “You have been working tirelessly on that for too long. Do you take any... breakss?”