KH- The Resistance

>I guess I'll get the ball rolling.<

Masen was standing in his office in Hollow Bastion. The office was rather neat and tidy. He had a desk in the center of the room, some stacks of paper and some pens set on the table. There were some bookshelves, crammed full of books. Some were recent, others were old. Nobody except Masen knew what they contained. He was looking out his window, overlooking the main town. He saw the heartless and nobodies and forgotten that roamed the streets. The only dark creatures that weren't found anywhere were the Unversed.

Masen turned away from the window and walked towards a bookshelf. This bookshelf did not contain books, but objects instead. There was a star shard, a heart, a keychain, and several other objects. Masen tried to touch the heart. His hand went through the heart, darkness coming off of his hand like smoke. He pulled his hand away, muttering 'not yet.'

 

A young man with blue hair was walking down the hallway of the resistance center as the cloak flowed behind him. out of the corner of his eye, Aquus saw another resistance fighter he knew well, Nozomi, looking very bored on her bed. He gave a little knock on the open door to get her attention before proceeding in, "Hey Nozomi," he said, looking around to make sure no one was around before he asked his next question, "Don't like training the new recruits, do you? Want to spar a little? I want to make sure that it hasn't made you rusty."


A woman made her way down the hall to her leader's office. The soulless woman, Rayna, was rather scantily clad, wearing barely any clothes. She wore a small plain-looking black top and very short shorts. She made no attempt to sneak into the room, and opened the door very loudly. She looked around the room until she found her master and made a fake gesture as though she was disappointed, "I knew I'd find you in here Masen," she stated before making her way over to him, "All you do is work work work in this tiny little office. You're soooooooo boring sometimes. You're so lucky I like you so much or I'd probably leave," she finished winking at him. Rayna knew that Masen needed her as his aide and could trust her, so this in turn allowed her to poke fun at him a bit, for she knew when she was going to far.

 

Kilet is. . . Kilet will be. . . Kilet WAS traveling a corridor. Not any specific corridor, mind you, but a corridor. It didn't matter to him where he was, and that was the fun of it. Getting lost for the hell of it. Or for the Hallow of it. But that's another story. Back to the pumpkin carver. Kilet traversed this corridor to its end, winding up in the Gummi Hangar bay. Thankfully his exploits turned out in leading him to where he needed to be. Or where he might need to be. Or where he shouldn't be at all. But generally, he ends up in the right area. Though, he was several hours early. so, to waste some time, he headed to the far corner of the hangar, one forgotten and covered in dust. And in this corner was a Teeny Ship. His Teeny Ship to be precise. The one he floated around in for ages until he crash landed here and joined the Knights. The one-seater ship was styled in the shape of a crow with two Fira cannons for eyes, It rather looked like what one would imagine a crow to be if its head were it's body. It even had an orange beak to contrast the black blocks making up the exterior. He clambered in and waited, waited for the mission soon to come. The Crow was his home, and his only real friend amongst all these normal Humes.

 

The new recruits were flooding the south west corner of the hanger bay, loading supplies, moving equipment, anything they could do really. "An enthusiastic bunch," Stryder thought to himself as he walked through the archway. "Careful now." He reaches out to catch the box of supplies the recruit dropped, "Sloppiness is not tolerated here son, try to be more careful." Before the kid could respond Stryder had tossed the box into his arms, causing the kid to fall on his butt with a hard "whumph."

He leaned back against the cold steel of the hanger bay, chuckling softly to himself. "My soldiers back home would think I've gone soft if they saw me now, training kids, fighting for more of a reason then to shed blood." His smile faltered slightly, anger beginning to show. "Well they would if they weren't all dead." His sword in its sheath vibrated ever so slightly. He slowly breathes out, calming himself, "Tomorrow cant come fast enough," he thinks to himself, "One step closer to her..."

 

"Plans are always boring." Masen replied to Rayna. "And yet here I am, every day. We wouldn't be where we are now if I hadn't planned through everything. And we're close to the endgame." He walked back to the window. "I have a feeling that something big will happen tomorrow. Do the soldiers know their orders? Fewer guards on duty. Then if something occurs, the remaining guards come out of hiding to do what needs to be done."

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"Time's up." A blue haired individual thought to himself on some random world. "I wish had more time to find an apprentice, but I don't have the time anymore. Masen's gotta be taken down now. I've spent my life training for this fight, and yet I still feel uneasiness. I've been able to hide myself well enough that nobody knows I exist, but still. Masen isn't the type to fall for conventional schemes. Why do I feel like he's expecting me?"

 

Rayna sat in Masen's chair and put her arms behind her head and her legs on the desk, taking time to make sure they weren't touching anything of importance, and leaned back, "Yeah, yeah, I gave the guards their orders HOURS ago," she said to Masen, fiddling with a little transfixation of light she made appear in front of her, making it small enough that it didn't bother Masen, "Can I just PLEASE have some fun tonight? Whatever you got planned for tomorrow sounds like it's gonna require a lot of work, can't I just rest easy the night before?"

Aquus chuckled, "Me slow all of you down? Not likely," he responded as the two headed for the training field. Aquus unsheathed his sword, the metal's sheen making light glisten off it, "Any ground rules you want for the match? Only Magic? No Magic?"

 

Stryder suddenly snapped out of his inner thoughts, "Training field...." He mutters to himself as he pushes off the wall and walks down the corridors. Recruits run in and out of various rooms, all doing their individual jobs. Finally he got to the gates to the training area outside, he peers through the bars and sees Aquus and Nozomi talking and walking to the center of the field. "Humph, true warriors dont waste time or concentration in talks, they let their actions represent them." His eyes narrow as he focuses on Aquus, "This one needs to be tested, i hope she does an adequate job of that." A young recruit stands behind Stryder, in awe of his physical appearance, and his golden armor that he is sure to polish every day. "Grrrr..." He snarls at the kid as he runs off embarrassed and a little scared. Stryder grins to himself and focuses back on the fight, which looked like it could start any second.

 

A training dummy was sliced into 3 pieces before being lit a flame. Syrick was tired of training but knew that if he was in bad shape another person in better shape would take the missions that he was planning to complete. "Hmmmmmmmmm.......what now..." He was sweaty but didnt feel like taking a shower instead he picked up his mp3 player and stuck the headphones in his ears. The loud hard rock music was like salvation for his long hours of training. After taking a trip around the base he would read the books in his room. He could picture them almost perfectly in his book shelf neatly pressed together. He took a sip of water as he walked out of the training hall and down the corridors of the base. He reached the hangar and saw Crystle as if she had just woken up. "Hey......get more sleep your gonna need it...."

 

Quietly a young man traveled the halls. The halls were quiet and the only light available was that casted from torches hanging in the hall. He made a turn down another hall his hands in his pocket. The man stopped though and looked to the door to his left. He turned towards it and entered silently. A fight between Nozomi and Aquus was just getting on their way. The man smiled and looked around the room. Younger recruitments stood around training or watching.

His eyes fell on Stryder who was watching the battle intensely. The man leaned against the wall knowing very well nobody knew he was there yet. He had that sort of ability and many others developed at such a young age, for good reasons that his father knew that one day he would be in charge.

In charge of what? The Resistance. A force not to be reconed with. They were the youth of the worlds, the next generation, though mixed in with some elders. They were the heroes of today and tomorrow with one goal in mind. To take back what is rightfully that of the light. To restore that to the realm of the light from the dark forces that forced so many into hiding.

That forced his family into hiding. The man could remember it clear as day.


"Hide now, children!" A woman begged.

"Mother!" A young boy exclaimed. It was too late when the door was broken down. The feeling in the room turned completely dark. The young boy and the small family backed away from the dark intruders. The young boy without stalling at all quickly ran towards the intruder armed with a wooden staff. He swung at the intruder but the staff was just ripped from his hands and the small boy was thrown back against the back wall of the room.

"Andrew!" The woman yelled towards the boy as a sword stabbed in from her back emerged to her front. Her skin turning pale with a look of shock of the death the body would soon experienced came to mind. The young boys face went pale. The rest of his family soon also slayed. Before he could react he was soon surrounded by the intruders.

"Say goodnight, boy." The intruder laughed as a sword was about to be emerged into his body. A different sword slashed through all the intruders though, a magical sword representing hope and the realm of light.

"FATHER!" The young boy shouted. He quickly jumped up and ran towards the man all cut up and weilding a sword in the shape of a key.

"Master! We need to get out of here!" A boy in his teens entered the room. The man turned around and looked at him and nodded. The man looked towards the body of his family and picked up the small boy with one hand the other holding the weapon.



The young boy, now much older has taken the lead from his father who was killed in action. The young boy recieving a weapon like his fathers, a weapon known as the keyblade.

 

Kylon was sitting in the armory sharpening the swords and adding metal covering to all the bows. Kylon looked at the sword and saw that it was sharp enough. " That's the last of em" he said as he put the sword back in the case. Kylon then looked at the mould that he was making his sword and had seen that the minerals hebhas used had cooled down to the right temperature and then he began shaping the it and adding the magic incense onto the sword. Kylon looked at the sword as it glowed purple and blue jolts jumped out of it. Kylon smiled and had realized he had finished his sword.

 

Without waiting for a reply he walked in the armory and saw Kylon's new sword. "You just made that didnt you................Im curious what its capable of why not take your sword to the training center.....Ill gladly spar with you..." He was curious with the purple blade and wondered if his dual katanas would stand a chance.

 

Kylon smiled and said "Just give me a second". Kylon began putting the magic handle onto the sword so it could be held with out shocking someone to death. Kylon then engraved it with a sacred spell and then put the sword into it's special holder and then prepared himself for battle. " By the way what's your name?" Kylon said as he armed his bow on his back.

 

"My name is Syrick meet you at the training center....." He was already back at the training center and waiting for Kylon while listening to some music. "Can I beat him..............." He thought. "Well......I cant know until I try....."

 

Kylon made his way to the training center. As he was almost there he started thinking of his battle strategy. Kylon then looked at his sword and wondered if it was ready for battle. "Well I'll find out in a couple seconds."Kylon said as he walked into Training Center. Kylon walked up to Syrick and readyied his weapon. "Ready!" Kylon said with a smirk on his face.

 

" Yup........you make the first move......." He would use one katana to make it fair unless Kylon wanted a challenge. He picked both his katanas. "One or two.......your choice."

 

"Your going to need both of them to with stand the attacks from my blade" Kylon said with a serious face. Kylon then glided back and then ran forward at a extreme speed. Kylon had went so fast that he had attacked Syrick ten time before he appeared behind him. " So you still wanna fight?" Kylon asked with a devilious smirk on his face.