Re: Eon Sky: You Have No Idea.
I had a few suspicious looks the instant we started going back, mainly from the girl I just recruited, the sister of the Exio Void leader, the girl that tried and failed to train Scyez. Her hair was brown, save for the dyed tips, which were pink. She was tallish, but couldn't have been older than 16. Two hand Axes and Four PokeBalls were on her belt, One axe white like Ivory, the other black like Ebony. She wore a green jacket with a plain green cap on top, hadn't even the slightest blemish, and had these deep, green eyes. She was physically fit. She also had that whip of hers, still around her shoulder like before. Everything else was quite regular, by Reol Standards, anyway-shirt and skirt, both aquamarine and plain.
"...Eh...Avalon's your name? Whatever, I've got a question. Sure, Gear's stuck where he is, and I really didn't get much of that conversation, but I could tell that we're not getting hit by reinforcements from Onlisk Military. But what about the police?" She asked.
I might have opened my mouth to speak, but then I remembered that the local police of Alto-Mare still existed, however weak, inefficient, and worthless they were. And they had guns, more than likely. Anyone in hearing range quickly picked up the pace out of immediate fear, and those that asked about it quickly followed suit. Our ears were on high alert for the sounds of anything, our eyes looking out for anything along the lines of police lights.
As luck would have it, the only thing that happened was the heavy increase of rain and thunder, now striking randomly around buildings nearby the procession. At one point, a guy nearly got cut up by the broken glass of a vase and window, the former probably thrown at someone in a house and missing, hitting the latter instead. It missed, which was good enough for him to breathe a sigh of relief over.
Well, the sight of me and the girl happened upon one other thing: Cherri and her brother in his human Avatar. Cherri still seemed to have a wellspring of tears in her eyes: Latios had a expression of concentrated hatred at me, from a pair of green eyes, dark skin, dreads, jeans and a white shirt-in short, he looked nothing like his true form at all. Clever, to avoid looking like himself. I only gave a cold stare back at Latios, and carried on.
"Who were they? What was that all about?" She asked.
"Two people, obviously. You may ignore them and move on, or ask what's they're deal. Of course, you won't find the Calypso if you take too long, and I won't be holding back the 'exodus' out of here." I responded, keeping on the move. "What's your name, anyway?" I asked.
"My full name's Marisa Livankia Zhivan, but everyone calls me Milli. Don't get that nickname at all..." She said.
"Did I just hear the word "Zhivan" come out of your mouth? The Zhivans are the most influential and rich family in all of Alto-Mare, possibly all of Kaiot. Too close to the Vitions in terms of pure cash." Karazin said, strolling quickly to the back. "By chance, do you have-"
"Dont. You. Dare." She said, hands going for the axes.
"Karazin, you might be a genius, but you can give the wrong impressions." I said quickly to him, then turned to Milli. "Albeit, some form of Zav would help, I believe he probably is looking for some rare item he couldn't possibly obtain that you might have. Besides, this genius was part of the reason we owed you your life. I might have foresight, but I'm too recent to the scene of tactics to be any good. I need Mario and Karazin over there. Mairo's the leader, and Karazin knows freaking everything, not even joking. Ask him about almost anything, he'll have an answer." I said, starting up the conversation that took my mind off things and introduced Milli to the state of things. I was back in the Calypso before I noticed, and thankfully, the cops were nowhere in sight.
We took Ohnal's corpse with us, but only to be burnt in the garbage disposal: We didn't want the Onlisk to know what happened to him. I told Milli about how he nearly killed us all, but she still wasn't totally cheery about it. Nobody was, really: The only benefit was salvaging whatever Ohnal brought with him, which wasn't much outside of Zav, and killing was rarely something anyone takes lightly. I should know. However, at this point, it was starting to become trivial: When something is exposed to you constantly, you get less and less excited over it. Sure, it still had some impact, but it no longer discouraged me so much from doing anything else.
The only really bad thing was being Arceus's target: I shot him, and it hit. Even if it was with the knowledge of revival, the chance Arceus's reincarnation will make him less likely to screw with the operations wasn't anywhere near terrific.
Our next course of action was to go to the Lightshard asteroid field: The chance that they'd go there to hunt for us, considering their recent revelation of what we knew and what we could do, was almost nonexistent. If they did, they wouldn't send out anything other than a few scout ships and a destroyer: enough to kill us, but easily a small force, and equally capable of losing the confrontation.
Back in my room, I made a small grin as I left Alto-Mare. Despite all the headaches that went down there, a part of me liked it. That, or I just was in a good mood after I basically made Gear incapable of lifting a finger.
But I knew it probably was going to go downhill from here. The Herobrine warned me of a faction that I wanted on my side, else I’d die and the war would ultimately favor the Arbiters, but killing Arceus and pissing Gear off further, both representing the Legendary Pokémon and the Onlisk Republic, respectively, were probably the only two factions that would have swayed. However powerful I might stick to the motto of "Destiny Isn't," I knew that the Herobrine weren't about to go out of their way to inform me of what likely wasn't going to happen. Also, I had to make sure that Gear lived, no matter what: if Gear died, so did the Onlisk, and even with my motto, the Herobrine and Gear were equally correct: however successful I was against them, the Onlisk were the only faction capable of keeping the Arbiters from their ultimate goal, and Gear was too important to the Onlisk to consider killing him. And I knew that we couldn't always pull off what we did back there, and keep Gear at bay: he'd eventually manage to fight me, odds aside, and there was no denying that he could win.
I lost my smile, and looking out the window to the stars, I knew it: either I wind up forced to kill Gear, which would destroy the Onlisk and prevent anything from stopping the Arbiters, even us, or he kills me, and the Onlisk dies slowly, grindingly, at the hands of a traitor within their ranks. Unless a miracle happened, like the destruction of the Arbitarian Relic, all that was left was to fight off Gear anytime we came into conflict, and hope that I can knock him out. Chances weren't looking in our favor.
Odd. I tried saving my life, and everyone else's in the process, and now, here I am, faced with the fact that the chance of victory was virtually zero. Even the fact that there was still a chance wasn't helping. It all would come down to sheer luck in the end, circumstance. I didn't like uncertainty, but it was better an event to look forward to than inadvertent death.