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Kandar Ep40 Colors of Death Pt3
                            Kandar Episode 40 Colors of Death Part 3
      “Ok, there are five that are purple, our shortest list. What do these names mean to you?” both screens and corresponding holograms turned to a bright purple. As Jessie read the names, Jack could see that they had more than just a mild effect on him. There was a notable difference even in his posture. ‘There must be something special about these to bother him so,’ Jack thought.
      “There was no reason these people needed to die when they did, nor did they need to die by my hand. I was not paid to, they represented no threat, they just...” There was a long pause as he searched for the right words. “They forced me to do it,” his voice was soft, very solemn and somber. He did not look away from the names as he spoke. He sat down at the table and rubbed his temples wit
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Kandar Ep 39 Colors of Death Pt2
                       Kandar Episode 39 Colors of Death part 2
      “What colors?” Jack asked startled and befuddled.
      Jessie beamed with excitement. “Well, some of them anyway. You see, it was just so simple I kept over thinking it.” Jack kept staring at him with this blank look waiting for some punch line. “The colors on those sheets for my kill list.” Jessie shook Jack again. “My first kill was selfdefense, the color is black, right? Your darkest times. All of the ones on my hit list where I was paid to kill, are green like a 100 credit note. The ones after my mothers death were all in anger and have red on them, as I was seeing red.”
      “Umm, thats great.” Jack managed as he began to reel in his own imagination and grasp what Jessie meant. “Yes, I suppose that does makes sense and would be a good start.
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Kandar Ep38 Colors of Death Pt1
                          Kandar Episode 38 Colors of Death Part 1
      Back at the house, Jack started in on Jessie again about his health. "Ya ne’ ta rest and shant be out in tha woods alone where none can find ya if ya have ‘nother one of those attacks. Ya need ta take batter care of ya’self and..."
      Jessie listens to Jack rant on for a few moments, when he  paused to catch his breath, Jessie seized the opportunity to jump in.  “First off, you need to watch that accent of yours, remember there are people around here that can hear very well. Secondly, you know how many times I have been beaten, tortured, poisoned, shot, and stabbed and you are still more upset over this sickness.”
      Jack cleared his throat, then continued without the accent. “First off, I ordered sound dampening curtains and film for the windows plus the
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Kandar Ep 37 Path of the Breema
Kandar Episode 37 Path of the Breema
      After a long debate with Jack about what was actually safe, prudent, and sane for a trained assassin, Jessie made it out of the house. Armed with his wrist and leg weights he headed north up the street, towards the wooded area just outside of the neighborhood. He had found a clearing in the woods that was just over three miles north. The spare bedroom was nice for calisthenics and weight training, but he needed more room to do his forms properly ad this worked perfectly. The main park, where the cook out was held, was more than large enough, but he preferred places of privacy. Even in the cities he often traveled through, he sought out abandoned warehouses or the like, instead of going to a local gym.
      He had found the place on a satellite view of the area, then confirmed the location by foot. He had gauged that wearing 25lbs wrist and ankle weights along with a 75lbs weight vest serve as a good warm up on hi
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Kandar Ep 36 Mission Review
                        Kandar Episode 36 Mission Review.
      Jessie descended the stairs to the basement where Jack had set up his workstation. The stairs ended just before the back wall and was open to either side at the bottom. The stairs were just the basics, hand rail and treads with no risers, so from the basement you could see anyone coming down the stairs, well before they could see you. The main room opened up behind the stairs, with Jack's workstation on the opposite wall facing the back of the stairs. To Jack's right was a wall that closed off one third of the basement with a single door in the center, that was his bedroom. To his left the room opened up to a sitting area, with a full bathroom in the adjacent corner from him.
      The sitting area had two overstuffed chairs with a small, finely crafted, wooden, table sitting between them. There was a high end Zipptek Holoviewer mount
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Kandar Ep35 The Journal
                             Kandar Episode 35 the journal
      A soft whisper interrupted the steady rhythm of the drums. The voice was weak and cracking, but it was just enough to register on Jack's ears. His mind jumped back to his own body from the computer downstairs, where he was searching for a clue to the drugs the Cross had been feeding Jessie. He knew it was a dead end as he had done this search many times before, but it made him feel better. The pills did not match any shape, design or color of any known brands or manufacturer. The compounds they had derived from the few tests they had managed to get back were completely unknown. Their origins were as much a mystery as the Breeding program, Project Nephilim, that Jessie claimed to be a part of; the truth behind the mind prison, Amenti, that Jack was in; and the enigmatic God code that 30 Bit System and the Cross were obsessed with.
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Kandar Ep 34 NIghtmares
                               Kandar Ep. 34 The Dream
      I am in an elevator, I know where I am going. I have been there so many times before.
      Again? Must I really see this again? How may times I have? How many times tonight? How may more times must I?
      That was it, the final straw. I was on my way in to talk to the director. Why had he ordered this. It had to be him. I know what I saw.
      This is strange, it normally does not start this far back.
      I walked right into the upper level, past where tourist can go. The automated bio-scan informs the desk and control who I am and grants me access to go right through all security check points. I am running up the flights of stairs. Here is the real check point, nobody comes past here that is not one of us, not even clergy. Bio-scan, retinal scan, key-ca
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Kandar Ep 33 the Escape
      Charlie, Kera, Hopper, Apollo, and Gracie snagged a family transport from a near by house and took off in the direction of the train depot. Time being of the essence they did not bother with opening the gate when they reached the depot, they just drove straight through it. Quickly they swarmed the single long building and dock, busting open any and all doors they found, looking for the opening to this tunnel Miss Kitty was in. Inside the building they found a stash of medical supplies, including a massive amount of Sodium Thiopental, and lots of crates full of manacles. It was Apollo, that accidentally tripped over the switch behind the counter, that opened the hidden entrance on the side of the dock.
      Outside, at the end of the wooden dock, the side slide down as a part of the wooden dock lifted straight up, exposing the entrance to the tunnel. Inside they found a mining transport vehicle with three passenger cars attached to it. This gave them
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Kandar Ep. 32 Surprises, come in threes?
Kandar Ep 32
      The Azmarelda swoops into the town with the engines roaring and guns firing. They circle Sarge and his mercenaries targeting the remaining Mechanized Commandos and the Bio-enhanced soldiers. They set down in between them and the large crater where Chase is working on recovering the bodies of Johanas and Jeremy's.
      "Umm, guys...I think I found something," Chase calls over the comm. "Deletekey, send pictures to everyone, and Sarge... I need you and your guys down here."
      "Damn it kids you are going to get us all kil..." Captain Smokey begins to protest, but stops mid sentence  as the images of what Chase was seeing comes across his screen. "By the Mother Goddess..."
      Six holographic pictures of two rooms appear on everyones visors and Finger's tablet, he does not like helms of any kind. The view was looking down into two side by side rooms, from a gapping hole in their ceiling, left by the
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Kandar Ep 31
Kandar Ep 31 Kitty's strike pt
      Not far to the north of the mercenaries position, the ground caved in following a short series of large explosions that shook the ground they were standing on violently. A bit farther away to the southwest of them a smaller crater opened up from below, clasping a four story building that stood on the edge of the hole.  "Check your locations down there, that was a little close to our position. You guys are causing some serious craters up here," Sarge barked over the commlink.
      "It's not us," answered Chase. "I don't know what is the source of this disruption, but it appears to have taken Johanas and Jeremy from us." He approached the edge of the northern crater and could see the dark sky above. "I am at the correct cords you sent to me, right? Deletekey?"
      Sounding quite confused Deletekey chimes in, "You are, and I have no feed from them anymore. I can't explain it. It appears like places w
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Kandar Ep 30 The General Responds
                                           Kandar Ep30 the General responds
The whole room watched the big holoviewer in complete silence, as the first squad of Tedo were quickly destroyed. After a few moments the general broke the silence. "These people are incredible," he stated quite frankly. "I am genuinely impressed at their prowess in battle and their resourcefulness. Everyone here would do well to pay great attention to how they  are handling themselves in this battle." He leaned back in his chair as he scratched his chin in thought.
"Dont take to much of a liking to them, we still need them dead," complained Jonathon Smithers.
General Sologrit peered at him a moment before remarking, "oh, they will die. I just didn't expect them to get this far, and with so few resources. I see now, why everything before this has utterly failed, but fear not, I am formidable." He r
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Kandar Ep 29 Kitty's Strike pt 7
                     Kandar EP-29 Kitty's strike pt.7 The Air Battle Begins
      The Azmarelda surges into the air as Capt. Smokey pushes the engines to full throttle for lift off. Even Deletekey whose mind is in the virtual world, can register the force on her body. All crew members are strapped into their positions and ready for the coming fight. They have all felt this many times before.
      "All systems go, we are running at 100% Captain," 1st Lt. Corey observed.
      "Really?" Smokey fired back, looking a little confused.
      "Yeah, I know right. In this old bucket of bolts, but thats what the computer is telling me." He shrugged seemingly as lost about it as Smokey.
      Deletekey giggles over the intercom on the bridge. "Did you boys forget who was running your computers right now? Of course everything is working perfectly. You know, if you wou
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Kandar Ep 28 Kitty's strike pt 6
      "What happened to my Kitty?!?" Deletekey screamed over the comm to Klink. It was only a thought to her where and how her voice was heard as she was jacked into the computer system of the Azmadrelda, but her emotions got the best of her. I her mind she was floating in midair surrounded on all sides, top and bottom with screens showing the view of different cameras. Like being inside of a large ball covered with holographic viewers. Some were mounted on the walls inside the complex, some outside, many showed the view from the helms of Kitty's crew and the mercenaries, there were a few from satellites deep in space and a couple inside the Azmarelda it'self. Directly in front of her, floating on nothingness, was a translucent control board that her hands darted around adjusting volume, changing views, and running a slew of others programs like tracers, scramblers and decoders.
      Inside the complex, Klink raced to where Kitty was trapped, but as he re
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Kandar Ep27 The Azmarelda
      On the Azmarelda, Captain Santiago "Smokey" Saporta was just entering the bridge from the crew area. He was a very thick, but solid build, on a 6'8" frame. His dark brown fur had a reddish tint with stray gray hairs giving it a salted look. His plump stomach was beginning to surpass the girth of his massive chest. He was big for a Ursine, but the Kodiak clan tended to run on the large side. His left eye had been replaced with a bionic one that glowed red, he could change the color, but he liked the effect.
      His uniform was neat, creases well ironed, but it was showing the wear of many years of use. Most people, Kandar and Human a like, would still know the deep, royal blue color of the Kandar Nation Royal Air Command even though it was devoid of even patches or badges that would have identified it as such. Only the two silver bars on each side of the collar, denoting him as Captain still remained. With a low growl and a heavy thump, he plopped d
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Kandar Ep 26
Above ground, building after building explodes, just missing the retreating mercenaries, killing or trapping nearly half of the advancing mechanized commandos, bio-soldiers. A few of the mercenaries were lost in the exchange as well. The explosions were very close to his men, but Sarge knew it was necessary to save more lives, as it bought them time to find hardened cover so they could fight back. 'You don't go shootin' at people and think they ain't gonna shoot back' he would often say. They all knew the risk of combat, and outwardly, he never shead a tear, but inside, he still felt the lose of each and every one of his soldiers that died under his command throughout his entire career.
More than half of the town was ablaze now, with several burning strong with blue or purple flames from stored chemicals. The strange flames cast an erie light across the otherwise dark town. Wind blown smoke obscured their  vision completely at times, and merely adding to the hellish vision at othe
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                            Kandar Episode 40 Colors of Death Part 3

      “Ok, there are five that are purple, our shortest list. What do these names mean to you?” both screens and corresponding holograms turned to a bright purple. As Jessie read the names, Jack could see that they had more than just a mild effect on him. There was a notable difference even in his posture. ‘There must be something special about these to bother him so,’ Jack thought.

      “There was no reason these people needed to die when they did, nor did they need to die by my hand. I was not paid to, they represented no threat, they just...” There was a long pause as he searched for the right words. “They forced me to do it,” his voice was soft, very solemn and somber. He did not look away from the names as he spoke. He sat down at the table and rubbed his temples with the heel of his palms as he continued to study the names.

      “The first three happened in a place called the the White Room. It was a round, white, room. I know big shocker there. It was roughly eight meters in diameter with walls five meters tall. At the top, the Training Floor Director and our four instructors watched from behind steel glass that ran at a forty five degree angle from the wall to the ceiling. Two cadets would enter, the door would close and lock electronically behind them. The two would fight, until there was a clear winner. Then the door would be unlocked by the director and the two would exit having gained experience. The director and the instructors would use this information to aid in our progression. I as you know am not a hand to hand kinda fighter. I lost a lot of these ‘training exorcises’ to say the least.” Jessie finally looked away from the names to met Jack’s blank stare.

      “As, we progressed the instructors started adding a choice of weapons. Which really didn't help my cause any, until I got the chance to chose a gun. It was nothing special, small caliber, crappy model, piece of junk, revolver type, paper weight. Steve,” Jessie pointed to the first of the purple names. “Chose a sword, like the complete idiot he was, knowing full well I had a gun. And, that I was very good with them.” He threw his hands up in the air exasperated. “Once inside, the door closed, locked, the bell rang signaling the start of the match. I promptly shot him in the knee and I headed for the door as I thought we were done. But, they wouldn't open the door.. He shook his head in disbelief.

      “‘You have chosen a killing weapon,’ they bellowed down at me through the intercom.” Jessie looked up at the ceiling like he was looking up at their faces in the White room. In his mind he saw their blank, uncaring, unwavering faces staring down at him.

      “’All weapons are for killing.’ I quipped back at them. It was a stupid comment and the rules had been ‘Just prove your dominance in the fight,’ up to that point.

      “’Your opponent could still attack,’ they retorted to my snide comment. Looking back it was partly my fault for taunting them. I looked at Steve, who was laying on the floor,” Jessi motioned like Steve was really laying there to his right as he was in Jessie’s memories. “ He was holding his leg, writhing in pain, then looked up at them confused.” He glanced back up at the ceiling again, before quickly looking back into Jack’s wide open eyes. “It was obvious, to the most casual observer, that he was not going to attack anybody.

      “’Pick up the sword and fight Steve,’ they bellowed again. Diligently Steve reached for the sword. So, I shot him in the elbow. Painful yes, but they could fix it. Steve was now screaming and flailing about, splattering blood all over this pristine white room. ‘Are you enjoying tormenting your fellow cadet?’ They asked, and I was dumbfounded, at a complete loss for words. ‘Do you need a Physic Eval?’

      “Now,” He held up a hand as if stopping Jack’s comments that were not forthcoming. “In my defense, the words came out of my mouth before I could stop them ‘Are you enjoying this? I asked them. Bad, but I didn't stop there. ‘Maybe you all need the Physic Eval!’ I could plainly see that pissed them off to no end. How dare a mere cadet taunt the great and powerful instructors and the might Training Floor Director. ‘I stopped the attacker, as per the parameters of this exorcise. Now, in case you have not noticed, Steve needs a medic, so let us out!’

      “’You chose a killing weapon, quite torturing him and kill him...if you can.’ Again, I was at a loss. They were not going to budge, especially after my comments.” He sighed looking at the floor remember Steve. “I don’t know how long I stood there there starring at them, with the gun in my hand, and listening to Steve crying and begging the Director for his life. It had to be more than an hour of this stalemate, but there are no clocks inside the training room, nor any window to the outside, just the white edgeless room and those five arrogant barbarians gazing down at me quietly from their perch above.

      “I finally could not take it any more. His death at my hands was the only answer to his suffering. Even if I was just weak at the time, they knew Steve was dead either way. I didn't know when I picked the gun up or when I shot Steve, but as I watched the wounds continue to bleed, I knew there were special rounds in the gun. They were called Braided round and the holes they leave will not clot without medication. So, even though I shot him in non-life threating places, he was going to bleed to death.

      “For some reason, I didn't want him to see me draw on him. I didn't want him to know it was coming, somehow I just felt it would be better for him if it just ended without any preamble. Anticipation of death is worse than death. I watched him out of the corner of my eye to get a timing on his rolling around. The moment came and he turned away from me. Without word or warning, I shot him in the back of the head, twice, just to make sure.

      “The room fell quiet, save the ringing in my ears. I stood over Steve’s body holding the gun in my hand and watched the last of his blood pool on the floor. My thoughts were in complete chaos. This was not how things were suppose to go, even though I knew I was training as an assassin. We were to train together and sometime down the road look back and laugh at the mishaps we had back then. Crack jokes about instructors or something.” Jessie took at deep breath letting it out slowly regaining his composure.

      “When I looked up, the rest of the cadets were starring at me in utter horror, through the now open doorway. It was not my first kill, as you can plainly see by this list, but it was the first person they had seen me kill, and judging by there faces... it was the first dead body they had seen. I could see in their eyes, that none of them would ever forget it. I walked out passed them, without saying a word. I calmly laid the gun on the table in the exact spot got I from, then went to my assigned room.

      Jessie looked up from the place in his mind where Steve’s body still laid, to meet Jack’s eyes and guage what damage this information had done. Jessie had never told anyone of these kills before and was unsure of what reaction he would see now. Jack had not shied away, nor did he show horror on his face, nor disgust at Jessie’s confession. With a sigh of relief, Jessie decided to finish the story of the others on this list, out of guilt.

      “Two days later we were back at the White Room. When my turn came up, I thought I would be smart and grab a cudgel, a blunt weapon. That didn't work to well for me. I managed to get the upper hand in the fight, after taking my fair share of lumps of course, and put my opponent on the floor... face down. Seeing I had won, I stopped. Again, they started that crap about finishing the fight, even though James was no longer able to continue. When I protested farther they threw my own words back in my face. ‘You said all weapons are killing weapon, so kill him... or let him recover and he can kill you.’” Jessie pointed to the second name in the purple list. “James Dugan… I had to beat him to death with the cudgel, another bloody mess in the White Room for the rest to see when the door opened. Covered in splattered blood, I am sure I was quite the sight for them, and everyone I else met on the way to my room.

      “A few days later we were back at the White Room... again.” Jessie paused for a long sigh. He leaned forward putting his head in his hands. Jack wanted to reach out to Jessie, to comfort him, but was unsure of how or what to say. Perhaps it was best to say nothing at all and let Jessie finish the story on his own.

      “I warned them. I told the other cadets not to enter the room with me. I picked up a gun, there was two on the table this time, and I walked in the White Room before anyone else could respond. There were several long minuets alone in there starring up at those judgmental eyes, before Tyler walked in with the other gun. He was a good melee fighter and had beaten me in that very room at hand to hand several times, but this was a gun fight now. He told me he was going to put an end to my killing. James and he were close friends, I should have expected no less from him. I replied that it was not my choice, that I was only doing as I was told to, but he was having none of that. As soon as the door shut... I shot him right between the eyes, then again in the heart before his body hit the floor. I followed by turning the gun upwards and shot at the head of each instructor and the floor director.

      “They all jumped back a bit shocked, even though we both knew the glass was really clear steel and that small caliber gun had no chance of marking it, let alone penetrate it. In a very calm voice I told them, ‘Take out the target and leave no witnesses.’ It was a phrase I had heard many times from them.” He emphasized ‘them’ in a very snide voice. “I wiped my printed off the gun, dropped it on the floor next to Tyler’s body, walked to the door, and waited for it to open.

      “When they regained their composure and opened the door, I only moved out into the waiting group and took a seat next to another cadet on one of the sofas. Nobody said a word to me, not the instructors nor the other cadets. However, after that they didn't let me play with the other cadets anymore.”

      “Gee, I wonder why.” Jack blurted out sarcastically.

      Jessie took a moment to weigh Jack’s reaction before he continued again. “I requested an outside mission. I felt I was ready to go be doing, what I had been training to be doing. That and I didn't want to kill anymore coworkers whose only crime, was that they just were not as good with a gun as I was. I was told I had to prove myself worthy to serve the True God.

      “They gave me this mock mission to take out a drug lord. I followed the clues they laid out for me, only to find it lead to another cadet, Paul Waxly. I didn't know him personally. He was a few years older than me and in another division. From what I learned, he was on his way to becoming a promising hunter.

      “I went back and told them the intel was bad and they failed me. They stamped my mission papers failed and told me that I was still not ready for a real mission. They gave me another mock mission which lead to Paul. I told them this and they failed me again. After three more mock missions, all leading to Paul, and them failing me I lost my temper and argued with the instructor. ‘I have found all of them to be Paul and he is none of the things these mission say he is.’

      “Chief Instructor Bullard blasted me. ’Your mission was never to find out what Paul is or is not! You are not an investigator! What are you? What is your job here? What is your mission?’

      “I stormed off with the failed mission papers in hand. He was right, but...” Jessie’s words trailed off. After stewing on it for a few hours I went to the armory with my papers and checked out a 17mm Sagon, long rifle, with a silencer. Honestly, I was surprised they let me have it with failed in big red letters stamped across my papers.

      None the less, I waited till the witching hour and crawled in a return air duct over the mess hall. From my many investigations I knew where and when he ate. I had to wait a long time for the perfect shot. I ran out of water on the first day and never thought about taking food. Really sucked being that hungry and watching people eat all day long. I really didn't think it would have taken as long as it did. But, to hit him and nobody else I had to wait three days of him coming through and eating there four times a day. I was dehydrated and starving, but the shot finally came.” Jessie tapped the center of his forehead with his index finger.

       “I used the confusion his death caused to slip out of a remote access to the air duct. Three hours later I was still eating in the mess hall when I got my first real mission. I never understood those kills. I could have and would have killed anyone else for them. Why did I have to kill people that, I knew and those it seemed that were doing good inside the Agency. Those that would have served the Agency of the Cross all their lives, done whatever they were told to do, for all the days of their life. I know this because I was one of those people, obviously.
Kandar Ep40 Colors of Death Pt3
The revelations this list has brought to life turn on Jessie. He confess to Jack some of his kills he is not proud of. But, do they really know what it means? 

the last episode #39 is here…

the first episode #01 is here…
Ok, so it has been a while. I have been going back through and reworking the story. I feel my skills have improved and I wanted to make it more...well, more everything. still have some that need work. my comments at the bottom will tell where I am with each one. However, I have the need to continue this story. I have yet to reach the point in this story where my mind started it. I do hope all who read it like it, if not at least tell me what I need to work on.

Kandar Episode 9 Pretty Dresses and Ugly Scars

       A few days had past since the big cookout. Though school was out for spring break, most children had lots of group activities or kept to the various parks in this residential area. The usual traffic of people to and from work with those walking their pets did not change. Life in this neighborhood was moving along the same as always, quietly.

       On this morning Tessy walked out of the house with three medium sized black canvas bags strung over her shoulder. She passed through the front yard to the center driveway where she dumped the bags in a heap. After a few moments puller out her holocomm and started sorting through her schedule and correspondence.

       She was wearing an ornate cotton dress that matched her beautiful white fur perfectly. The thin lace straps over going over her shoulders, matched lace on the bottom of the skirt, that hung loosely just past her mid thigh. Her hair had small french braids on each side flowing back under her ears, to join into one with a red bow at the center. The ends of the ribbon were woven into the braid dangling downward with the waves and curls of the rest of long white hair, making it stand out dramatically. She wore less jewelry than normal, but more makeup. Her long tail was well brushed, appearing full and lush, as It drifted low close to the ground before curving back up in a “U” shape.

       A few short moments later, Sadina came up the driveway dancing and spinning. She was dressed the same as Tessy and carrying two dull gray bags that looked quite large against her small frame. Her makeup was impeccable, done by her older sister of course. Sadina had little patients or aptitude for such things. Dashina had accented her sisters eyes and delicate facial features exceptionally, bringing out her natural beauty. A red ribbon was tied in a large bow just before the poof of fur at the end of her long, sleek, tail she drug on the ground behind her. "Kiki's mom makes such beautiful dresses," she exclaimed spinnings around again before throwing her bags down next to Tessy's.

       "Yes she does.” Tessy responded politely. “Now, lift the end of your tail like a lady should and get that bow out of the dirt." Tessy pointed to her own tail as an example. Rolling her eyes at Tessy, Sadina did as instructed.

       "My mom has this gift for making things that fit all our body types and make us all look good at the same time," Kiki added walking up the driveway behind Sadina. She was dragging a rather large black duffel bag with some effort. Her tall Leporine ears stood up straight, only after relieving her burden in the growing pile of bags. Cheek kisses all around followed, Kiki was by far the most affectionate one of the group and the foremost flirt. Her fur was short haired, and solid white like Tessy’s. She wore the same white dress as the other two with a larger red ribbon tied around her waist with a huge bow in back just over her fluffy little cotton tail.

       Sadina suddenly grabbed on to Kiki’s over abundance of breasts. "By the Goddess! If, these things get any bigger and you will fall over."

       Kiki looked down at them with some distress in her soft voice and a little sadness in her large pink eyes "If they get any bigger, I will have to buy all new clothes... AGAIN."

       "Those things of hers get any bigger and we will all have to buy new clothes just to get noticed around her," came Madison's voice from behind them. Kiki tilted her head and peered over her shoulder, letting her ears dangle, as she stuck her tongue out at the two approaching Human girl. The sisters, Madison and Megan, were also wearing the same dress. Both had straight bright red hair, emerald green eyes and light skin with a few freckles. Madison the older of the two had her red ribbon tied around her neck as a choker with a small bow in front. She kept her hair feathered back and trimmed just above her C cup breasts she was very proud of. Secretly, she was very jealous of Kiki's. She joked often of Kiki's bussom to throw others off but instead they tended to think she had a thing for Kiki, as did Kiki who played on it often.

       "She can have all the attention, I am not wearing anything smaller than I already do." Megan was 5cm shorter than Madison, who stood 170cm tall. Megan had a more athletic build and longer hair, that was braided and tied with a red bow at the small of her back. Though her bust was the same size as her older sister’s, she tried to hide them, wanting recognition for something other than her looks. Much to both of their dismay, Megan was a more popular model. "As always the pale ones are first on the scene" Madison remarked. "Where are all our more colorful cohorts?"

       "Boo!" Sylvia, a gray Sciurine Kandar, popped out from behind Megan pulling Julie, a red Vulpine Kandar along by the hand. Sylvia was always in high gear, never slowing down. They were followed by three male Kandar who were carrying their bags. Kitara a Feline Breema, Bobby a black Ursine and Sylvia's little brother, Carl. All three wore similar denim pants and black, treaded straps. Kitara had a on a blue button down shirt that was untucked, Bobby and Carl wore plain black cotton Tee's with the sleeves rolled up. "You know if you girls were not so impatient we would have gotten your bags as well" Carl interjected.

       Sylvia and Carl were close to Sadina's height at 127cm and 132cm respectively with a similar petite build. Both of their coats were medium gray peppered with black and brown while the whole front and insides of their limbs down to their elbows and knees were off white. Their ears were smaller than the others rounding off at the top. Sylvia wore the same white dress with her red ribbon tying her hair back at the nap of her neck in a large bow. She spoke seldomly around friends and hardly at all in the company of strangers. Her voice was very high pitched and she was very selfconscious of it.

       Julie's reddish brown fur matched her spiky bangs and ponytail, tied with a red ribbon, that was poofed out to match the fullness of her tail. Her breasts and belly were white matching her longer maw, cheeks and the tip of her tail. Her hands and feet looked as if she wore long back gloves and knee socks off setting the white dress dramatically. She had a slender athletic build of 160cm, that she spent many hours maintaining. As cliché as it may be of a fox, she was the trickster of the bunch. Checking her Holocomm she announced to the boys, “the last three ladies are ready. Would you split up to help them with the bags, please?”

       “I got Eleanor!” Carl exclaimed darting off as fast as he could.

       Kitara looked at Bobby and sighed. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll go get Caroline.”

       “Cool, thanks bro,” Bobby said with a sigh of relief. With that, the two left in opposite directions.

       Shortly after the boys split off a large, luxury transport arrived stopping on the street in front of Tessy's house. Inside, it was no longer the huge rooms that it was in her great great grandmothers day. The over sized bedroom was converted into three smaller rooms with a stack of three single beds on each side. The large bath had been divided into two separate complete bathrooms. The kitchen and living room remain as they were before to accommodate the comforts of the greater number of occupants it could now hold. The exterior had the seal of the White Queen covering the back half of each side. Though it still remained armored, most of the weapon systems had been removed since the end of the war.

       Tessy picked up her bags as the transport came to a stop. "Come on lets go claim our beds," she pronounced half-heartedly. With some murmurs, everyone grabbed their bags and followed her onto the transport. Once on board they quickly filed to the back to claim a bed by placing their bags on it. This was not their first journey together, nor their first time on this transport. Sylvia and Sadina always picked pick top bunks in the same room, both loving to climb, then went to find a comfy seat in the spacious living room.

       "Hey Sadina, look at this!” Sylvia declared looking out the large window on the drivers side of the living room. “That Jessie guy has an old style Sandrunner in his garage."

       Jumping up from her seat, Sadina peered out the window to study the back of the large off road vehicle. "Lets go check it out while we wait on the others." Smiling with mischief they head for the door.

       "Do not go and get those dresses dirty" Tessie called from a room in back.

       "We won't," they said in unison.

       The two girls headed towards Jessie’s garage to check things out. They quietly tiptoed into the open garage to get a closer look at the Sandrunner. It was facing inwards, all four doors and the rear hatch were closed, but the hood was slightly ajar. Sylvia peered in the window with her hands cupped over her brow to get a better view at the insides. Sadina started tapping on the metal body with a nail, listening to the sound.

       Jessie heard the noise from under the Sandrunner, where he was working. When he slide out on a creeper appearing directly at Sylvia and Sadina. "Whose there?" He began. His immediate view straight up both their short dresses. "Ooops," he exclaimed as he shoved himself back under the Sandrunner to come out the other side. "I am really sorry about that. I was not expecting anyone."

       The two girls quickly looked at each other and mouth the words 'Don't you dare tell Tessy.' They looked back towards the transport to see Tessy approaching. "Don't worry about it" Sadina assured him.

       "I am really sorry ladies," he continued.

       "Hush!" Sadina giving him a look as he came into view from around the vehicle

       "I hope you won't be mad at me, I didn't..." he kept apologizing.

       Sadina looked at Sylvia and uttered under her breath, "shut him up quickly before she gets here."

       Before Jessie could utter another word, Sylvia had dashed around to the front of the vehicle to him. She was only chest high to him so he had to reach up with one hand to covered his mouth. The other hand was in front of her and landed on his stomach as she stopped. Out of shear reaction, Jessie grabbed her wrists. "Wow your fast!" he said shocked.

       The winced look of pain on her face, made him realizes his grip was to tight for her frail arms. Quickly letting go, he started apologizing again, "Opps, I’m sorry. You just surprised me with your speed." With her wrists free, the one only moved to join the other at his washboard stomach, she only just noticed was bear. Her gaze fell from his eyes to straight ahead, at his naked chest. Her eyes grew wide and she bite her bottom lip as her hands pressed against him. Sadina’s tapping away on various parts of his truck drew his attention. "Wha..." he started but was drawn back to Sylvia as her hands caressed his stomach muscles. He looked down at her, but could not find the words to say anything.

       "Get your hands off that filthy thing right now!" Tessy commanded as she strode into the garage. Both Sadina and Sylvia jump back clasping their hands together. "If you get that dress dirty I will be forced to tell our mothers why." Sadina and Sylvia exchange glances wondering who she was fussing at. "Sink! now!wash them!" Tessy points to a shop sink in the corner of the garage.

       Jessie is left still shirtless in an awkward moment starring at Tessy,who was starring at him. Just for a moment he lost himself in her eyes again. 'What is it about this girl?' he asked himself. "Um, let me put my shirt on," he managed after a spell. He walked over near the two at the sink and reached up past them to a hook by the stairs, where his shirt was hanging.

       While his arms were stuck up in the air and his back to her, Tessy saw what she thought was part of a clan mark on his left shoulder blade. "Wait," the word escaped her lips before she could stop herself. She quickly covered her mouth out of reaction. Jessie froze in place, left arm in the air reaching for the shirt, unsure of what she meant. He looked back over his left shoulder at Tessy. She had her hands clasped over her mouth and a look of surprise in her eyes. This was a common look to Jessie from people that had not seen the horrors of war. Tessy scanned his back again trying to find that partial mark. The element lights of the garage reflected off the scars on his back hiding what she thought she saw. What she did see was lots of criss crossing scars dotted with bullet wounds. Jessie was sure she was stunned at what she saw.

       Beside him Sylvia was stealing a look at his abs that were at eye level as she bent over the shop sink, the scars did not even register to her. "Mmmmm" she hummed quietly to herself. Sadina caught her looking and poked Sylvia with her tail. Busted, she bit her bottom lip to keep from making any sound and returned her attention to washing her hands. Sadina giggled at Sylvia as she looked around for something to dry her hands on. "Do you have a towel or something we can dry our hands on, please Sir?" Jessie retrieved the shirt from the hook and handed it to them.

       "I was hoping you wouldn't notice them. Its not my best feature," He said as he turned around slowly with his arms out stretched. His upper arms, ribs, chest, back and stomach were covered in more scaring going down past the waist of his pants. Some of the scars even appeared to have been darkened. “Most people are a bit squeamish or out right appalled by them.”

       "Who cares about the scars! Where did you get this Sandrunner?" Sadina asked, changing the subject quickly to what she wanted. She may be small, but she learned to be assertive. Jessie, stunned at her lack of the usual disgust he encounter, even to a complete disreguard of them, left him speechless. She walked over and kicked one of the tires "This thing here! It is called a Sandrunner! HELLO! Where did you get it?"

       Jessie was happy the subject was changed " an auction."

       "Horsefeathers! This one is a military model, they don't sell these to the public," Sadina demanded.

       "Salvage auction, in a less... moral standing area. The power plant was shot up, windshield and doors too, and I wont mention what the inside looked like,” he retorted. “If you look at the grill there is several 25mm holes." All three ladies, intrigued, move to the front of the Sandrunner to observe the holes. "I have been rebuilding it. And yes, you are right it's a military issue model. Wolf class, though I have it listed with the DMV as an Eagle Class, Bird of Prey model." Sadina gave him a 'be serious' look. "In the city nobody check to see what you really have, they are happy you are paying your usage fees and stamp your papers, especially if it costs a lot."

       "And the serial numbers?" She quizzed.

       "Taken from a Bird of Prey on its way to recycling. A little extra money at the title office and nobody is the wiser." He stepped around them to open the drivers door. Reaching in, he hit a button under the dash. Pneumatic cylinders lifted the whole front cover up, including both quarter panels, exposing the engine, suspension, and tires. "I did some research and bought the LZX1800 to replace what was here. I couldn't very well buy what the military had in here, even with my connections and a lot of extra money. This model had a special, limited run engine." Inside the engine compartment was very dirty, with odd pipes and wires running everywhere in no pattern or order. "I got the manual online for the LZX1800, but nothing in this matches up."

       "You did this?" Sadina asks dumb founded. She started towards the engine compartment but Tessy grabed her by the tail.

       "Oh no you don't,” Tessy protested. “You are not getting that dress dirty, also you have a habit of sticking your tail up in the air when you are happy. Like when you are working on something.” Tessy accented the comment with a stern look and shaking her finger at Sadina. “And, I am willing to bet you do not have bloomers or Kados on, like you should." Sadina responded by quickly brushing down her tail and the back of her dress with her hands. "Come back when we do not have somewhere to be and wearing something you can get dirty."

       I am wearing panties at least,” Sadina muttered under her breath.

       "By the Goddess herself!" Came a male voice from behind them. Spinning around they saw Kitara with Caroline, an black on white Ovine girl, that appeared to be sheared close to nude ,or bare flesh. Next to them stood Carl with Eleanor, a young Human girl with short, spiky, blond hair. Both girls were wearing the same dress as Tessie, Sadina and Sylvia. "Dude, thats some awesome ritual scaring you have there. No wonder Donnie recognized you right off as a warrior.” Kitara interjected excitedly. “He can just tell when someone’s been there." Kitara swiftly approached Jessie and extended his hand. Jessie, out of respect for the Breema, met him with a warrior's pass. "You honor me," Kitara replied shocked.

       "Nonsense, you are a Breema, you honor me. And, there is nothing ritual about these scars.” Jessie was trying to dismiss the issue as best he could. “I was captured and held captive for a while...a few different times." He looked around as he noticed all of the ladies present were in the same dresses and all had a red ribbon somewhere on them. "Are you ladies in an idol group or something?" He asked seizing any opportunity to try to change the subject.

       "IDOL GROUP!?!" Caroline shouted. “Human I will show you these horns are not just for looks." Caroline spouted as she started towards Jessie.

       Kitara quickly intervened, grabbing Caroline around the waist and pulling her back away from Jessie. "Easy there sweetie. I know your mad, but its not him you’re mad at." The other ladies present were starring at her with their mouths wide open.

Caroline pushed off Kitara's arm relinquishing her attack on Jessie, as she saw all the stares. "I don't wanna hear it.” He tone lost it’s ferocity to be replaced with remorse and shame. “My stupid little brother got my back last night with the shears, as one of his little jokes. This was the best mom could do to fix it," She spat before storming off to the transport. The Eleanor shrugged and followed Caroline quietly.

       "We are a doing volunteer work for the veterans and elderlies of the White Kingdom. The red ribbons are for the blood of the fallen," Tessy offered pointing to her ribbon.

       Kitara, happy Caroline left, jumped right back to his subject caring little for the girls drama. "Prisoner or not it looks like ritual scaring to me, complete with ashing of the wounds. Just like a rite of passage that Kandar do or more likely Breema.” Kitara’s ears twitched with his excitement as he spoke. “That’s what I have been studying lately, so it kinda sticks out in my mind. As a Human... to go through a Kandar...naw thats got to be a Breema ritual... says a lot about you dude."

       Even though this Breema meant it as a compliment, Jessie was a little disturbed by it. Besides the memories of where those particular scars came from, extensive scarring like his are often used to identify people. And now, everyone was staring at them, save for Sylvia, she didn’t care about them.

       Sadina noticed them for the first time, thanks to Kitara. Her attention had been solely on the Sandrunner up to this point. She was not done with him on that subject yet, but there was something she noticed about these scars in question. She squinted at them, slowly approaching Jessie as if she was stalking him on the open plains. At close range she held her tail up near his chest tilting her head to the side. "Murine tails... rats to more specific, given the texture and size of the marks, counting that they will shrink some with healing. That and the rest of the Maurine have long since quit doing anything like this several hundred years ago."

       Tessy poked Kitara and pointed at Jessie. "Look at his back," she added.

       Jessie knew it was way too late to try to hide them or brush the subject off ay longer, so he obliged and turned around slowly with his arms straight out, letting all of them get a good look. Again, he got this strange feeling as they took interest in them, rather than the more common reaction of disgust. Tessie quietly pointed to the mark on his left shoulder blade. Kitara scratched his chin in thought as he saw the partial mark.

       "Wow. That was not your only tenure in brutality I see," Kitara remarked, looking at the many other layers of scars on his back and chest. "Also, umm, how many time have you been shot?"

       "Too many," Jessie responded.

       "Dude, you know they have this stuff called body armor, right?" Joked Kitara.

       "This is what got through level 8 armor. Funny how mad people get when you show up to take back a pump station or a power substation they fought so hard to take. Wasn't always right, but that was my job." Jessie took the chance to add a little more to his background. That comment however, set Kitara back a little visibly. Jessie switched tactics to easy the tension he caused. Power and water were often heated debates at peace talks as everyone wanted control of them. "I don't remember meeting you at the cook out, though I did see a few other Breema. Just how many Breema are here?" Jessie asked, again trying to change the subject.

       "Dude, my bad. I’m Kitara, and that guy there,” he pointed to the Sciurine male to his left, “is my bud, Carl. Now to your question, seven, counting Donnie."

       "What the...Are you expecting a mass invasion here or something?" Jessie implored.

       Tessie and Kitara exchange glances in response to his accusation. "Nothing like that. Donnie is our master. We go where he goes," Kitara offered.

       The big horn on the transport sounded stopping all current conversation. "Sorry Jessie, we have to leave now," Tessy offered. She smiled at him wanting to add something, but unsure of what else to say. Inside she was confused with mixed emotions and unanswered questions. There was something about this man she could not define.

       Sadina stood in front of Jessie, pointing at the Sandrunner, she told him quiet matter-of-factly, “we are not done talking about that. I will be back.”

       Sylvia slide in next to Sadina, smiling, she offered her had to Jessie. “Sylvia Evergreen,” she said trying to keep her very high soprano voice as deep as she could.

       “Jessie Dire to you Miss Evergreen,” he responded with a bow.

       She curtsied, grabbed Sadina by the wrist and dashed off to the transport nearly dragging Sadina along.

       Carl gave Jessie a thumbs up and said “I’m with Kitara, I think its bad ass.” With that he stuck his hands in his pants pockets, turned, and walked off.

       Alone again Jessie stared at the Sandrunner. “Between you and these damn scars someone is going to figure out who I am. However, I really didn't expect a couple of young Kandar girls to know anything about you. We did fool the DMV, didn't we?” Jessie shook his head at himself. ‘talking to inanimate object is not a good sign boy.’ He looked around a moment and realized his shirt was missing. “Did that Sylvia steal my shirt?” he asked himself aloud. He looked around again to make sure. “Yeap, sure enough, she did. Well, that makes no sense, it’s way to big for her little frame.” He sighed thinking about thew shirt. “Well, there was nothing in the pockets anyway.”

       ‘If those girls are going to come back and take a better look at this, I need to removes all her weapons before they do.’ He though long and hard about starting on it now, but just gave up. He turned around and headed up the steps by the sink, to the door that led into the house. He was a bit lost with all that was said here. He would need to work with Jack on some possible background options on the scars and the Sandrunner. In his mind, he drifting back to when and how he acquired the Sandrunner and the scars. ‘What ever we come up with will have to have some truth to it, the Kandar can smell the change in your pheromones when you lie.’

       Jack opened the door for Jessie as he reached for the handle. “You know, if...naw, when, Donnie finds out about these scars, and they really are from some Kandar, or more likely, some Breema ritual, it won’t take him long from there to find out who I really am. There are not that many Breema still alive.”

       “Do you think Donnie knows the guy who did that to you?” Jack asked.

       “The way my luck has been on this run, they are good friends.” 

Kandar Ep 9 Beautiful Dresses and Ugly Scars
Reworked for spelling grammar ad content. there were some minor things that I had missed to put in. Please give me a read and leave me a comment below. I would really like to know how I am doing. Thank you. =^..^=

In this episode Jessie has a run in with Sadina and Slyvia about his off road type vehicle.

episode #1 if you are just finding me…

Episode #8 the last episode…

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                       Kandar Episode 39 Colors of Death part 2

      “What colors?” Jack asked startled and befuddled.

      Jessie beamed with excitement. “Well, some of them anyway. You see, it was just so simple I kept over thinking it.” Jack kept staring at him with this blank look waiting for some punch line. “The colors on those sheets for my kill list.” Jessie shook Jack again. “My first kill was selfdefense, the color is black, right? Your darkest times. All of the ones on my hit list where I was paid to kill, are green like a 100 credit note. The ones after my mothers death were all in anger and have red on them, as I was seeing red.”

      “Umm, thats great.” Jack managed as he began to reel in his own imagination and grasp what Jessie meant. “Yes, I suppose that does makes sense and would be a good start. Perhaps with that, we can make some sense of the rest of the nomenclature.” He paused as he looked sideways a moment, it helped him concentrate as he sorted through the list open programs that he had running. “I am bringing up the files on one of my holotablet now and making the changes.” There is a moment of silence between them as Jack worked remotely, before he waved Jessie on. “Go ahead and get ready. I’ll bring it up with my shopping list and the surveillance equipment.”

      “Thank you.” Jessie said with nod. Both men rush through their tasks to get back to the new found light on the ‘answers’ that the old Breema had sent them. They felt they were getting closer to finding the right ‘questions’ to ask to make sense of this information. Jack was the first back to the dinning room. He used the table to set up two holotablets to make it easier to work with the data. Jessie was not far behind him in a clean set of black clothes that looked just like the ones he was wearing before. Only these were a higher rating of protecting from melee and ballistic weapons, with a video recorder disguised as the second button down from the collar. This was normally the first button Jessie had fastened on his shirts. He also had a audio device that slid into the inner ear so he could hear Jack as well as speak to him. This took a special tool to insert and remove, but without an otoscope, you would never know it was there.  

      On the corner of the table lay Jack’s list on a plain peice of paper that was folded neatly in half. Next to it lay a black, metal case that was 50mm square and no more than 20mm thick. Jessie slide them off the table and stuck them in his front left pocket. Jack was still playing with the view on the holotablets, he was a perfectionist on such things to the point of being obssesed.

      Jack looked up from his work for a moment to acknowledge Jessie’s presence before diving back into his work. “Those are the new tags I ordered in the case. They are only 1mm round by 0.5mm thick so try not to loose them when you tag someone. They only respond to this new frequency and only when pinged, making them very hard to detect. If I piggyback off the large tower on the west side of town, I should be able to track them up to 200Km radius from there. Other than that, they work the same, light sticky side for your finger, very sticky side for your target. No audio or visual with these, sorry.”

      “Duely noted. I hope I wont need them.” Jessie leaned forwards watching Jack play with the color and size of the text. “I am sure this is fine, it’s easy enough to read where you have it.” Jack had set the color of the pages to match the color on the nomenclature, then changing the text to the corresponding color of the metal in the same. “I hope this visual enhancement will help us some. I believe you were right, and we have just been over thinking the reason behind this. Both codes he used were very simple as well, just relied on things we already knew.”

      Jessie took one of the tablets and flipped through the some of the pages. The colors did not seem to follow any sequence. “Can you group them by colors first, metal second and dates last?”

      With what looked to be just a wave of his hand inside the hologram, the documents on both tablets aligned in the order as Jessie requested. “Lets look at green first to test my theory, if you would.” Another flick of Jack’s fingers and green colored documents filled both screens. “Leave the documents green, but change the word green in the nomenclature to mark, please.” After Jack made the simple change Jessie started flipping through the green documents. He was just scanning the names not really looking at the dates or any other details. “All of these are paid kills sure enough, though not all were assassination per say.”  Jessie flipped back through them and pulled up a group that had the same date on them. “These people here were not specific kill, like a mark, but I was paid to go into this warehouse and make sure there was no one left alive.” Jack made a face at him. “It was some heretic group that I would not even bat an eye at now however, back when I worked for the Cross, I did just what I was told to do. Though there are two odd things about this one. The first is that they knew someone was coming, maybe not me, but at least someone from the Cross. The second, is that this would have been the birth of my gun fighting style. They had an ambush set up and came at me from all direction at the same time.” Jessie studied the names for a few moment with Jack watching his expressions intently.

      “I never counted the bodies, nor did I know their names, I just remember the date. How did he get this information? Was he there or at least knew someone there that I could have missed?” Jessie furrowed his brow as his kept rereading their names. “I was sure there was no one else alive when I left there.” Jessie scratched his chin while stared at the hologram documents.

      Jack stepped in trying to change the mood. “Blue seems to be tied to the slavers, so that would make it training, right?“ He reached in the hologram, gave another hand commands, and both screens jumped to the royal blue pages.

      There were a lot of people in this group, it took Jessie several minuets to sift through all the names. “What you said is true however, there are others that are marked blue as well. The guards at Amenti Prison are here also, so training cannot be right.” Jessie scanned the names again. “Here, these people.” He had another group of names all with matching dates again. “You should recall this event.”

      Jack leaned over closer to Jessie’s hologram so he could read the names. He read them several time before shaking his head. “Am I suppose to know these people?” he asked confused.

      “No, I didn't know their names either, until we got this list. But, look at the date and think about the number of people here.” Jessie wanted Jack to figure it out on his own.

      “That’s the date of the Helen assassination.” Jack looked at Jessie completely lost.

      “Right, I sniped her from that abandoned factory...” Jessie gave a half smile as he remembered the events. “Who else did I kill that day?”

      It oly took a second and Jessie could see the light come on in Jack’s eyes when he finally remembered. “We had only been working together a short while, and in my defense all I asked was for you to stop them,” he stammered out.

      “When you kill people they normally stop what ever they are doing at the time. And, dead gang members cannot rape anyone... ever again.” The coldness in Jessie’s voice brought back the chilling vision of that day flooding back into Jack’s mind. He thought Jessie would spook them and they would just run off.

      Jack was watching through a recorder on Jessie’s hat. Jessie was laying in a dark covered spot at an abandoned factory, where he could see down the road to a hotel, where the mark was confirmed to be staying for the night. They were waiting for the mark to leave that evening on her way to a musical that was playing in town. A girl screamed off to the side catching Jessie’s attention. When he turned to look, Jack was also able to see. Six guys with gang colors proudly displayed, were dragging two girls kicking and screaming into the factory. It was very easy to determine what was happening.

      Jack began pleading with Jessie to stop them. Jessie repeatedly tapped the microphone three times in response to signal no each time.  There was an audible ripping of cloth followed by the girls pleading for their lives. The guys were just laughing at their cries. Jack began pleading with Jessie again. As the begging and screaming showed no sign of stopping, Jessie eased his rifle down and rolled over on his back with a long sigh. He drew his two handguns he kept at his side in turn adding silencers to them. Jack held his breath as Jessie stealthily eased out of his hiding spot and walked through the darkness silently towards the commotion like a cat stalking it’s prey.

      He walked right up to the crowd and without the slightest pause any or warning and started shooting. His aim was on point, he did not miss even once as he put two bullets into each one of them, head and heart. In just a few quick seconds the six guys lay dead on the cold concrete floor. Jessie never looked at the two women, he just pointed the way out with a gun and told them to “Run, don’t look back, and don’t call the constable. Take your live and be content.”

      After the girls were long gone, he drug the bodies to a open pit in the floor and dumped them in like throwing away bags of trash. Without a word he crawled back in to his hiding spot, laid back down and went back to watching through the scope for his mark as if nothing had happened. Three hours of complete silence passed before the mark showed and Jessie was able to complete the job. Jessie didn't seem bothered by it in the least and Jack was to horrified to speak.

      “So, blue is helping people?” Jack asked trying to shake the feeling. Though he had grown more accustom to watching Jessie kill people in his cold and detached manor since that time, it still gave him chills to think about it.

      “Don’t feel so bad about those guys.” Jessie interrupted Jack’s thoughts. “They were no different than any of the slavers or pushers I have killed, and that doesn't seem to bother you.” Jack made a face at that comment. “Beside, they would have killed those girls after they had their fun, then found more victims.” He points at the hologram of their names. “This list marked them blue, so we were helping people. Think of it this way, you saved two people that night, and who knows how may others.” Jessie gave Jack a smile a pat on the back. ‘Be glad you were not along for the ride the day they shot my mother,’ Jessie thought to himself.

      “You said red could be anger, right?” Jack changed the direction again, though it was for his own sake this time. “It seems to be just a few dates, but there are a lot of kills each time. Is your temper really that bad.” Only after the words came out of his mouth, did he realize how bad that sounded.

      ‘As if you were reading my mind Jack,’ Jessie thought as he continued to smile. “Yeah, It seems pushing a well trained assassin to the breaking point is not a healthy idea.” Jack could not stop himself from laughing at that comment and the harder he tried the worse it got. Jessie shook his head at his friends amusement. “And you were just upset over six gangbangers, really?”

      “Sorry mate, it’s just the way you said it.” Jack took a moment to compose himself.

      “There should be only five dates. The first three are related, the second two, you saw,” Jessie stated very matter-of-factly without actually looking at any of the red documents.

      Jack to be certain ran the dates on a chart. “There is six, the first is only two people. Going by the date, you would have been around 17. Does that ring a bell?” Jack highlighted both names on Jessie’s holotablet.

      Jessie read the names and remembered right away a giggle. “Oh yeah, that would have been the day Eldritch’s guys captured me. It was two agents... they had it coming.” Jack look of bemusement turned abruptly to shock. “it’s the only time I have ever surrendered, not sure what made me do it. We had no hope of winning and their arrogant banter got on my last nerve. I shot them point blank range right in the face.”

      Jack took a moment to put the two together. “So, what you told those girls was true?”

      “Kandar are hard to lie to, they can smell the change in your pheromones. So the best way to lie, is to use some of the truth, and believe every word you say.”
                          Kandar Episode 38 Colors of Death Part 1

      Back at the house, Jack started in on Jessie again about his health. "Ya ne’ ta rest and shant be out in tha woods alone where none can find ya if ya have ‘nother one of those attacks. Ya need ta take batter care of ya’self and..."

      Jessie listens to Jack rant on for a few moments, when he  paused to catch his breath, Jessie seized the opportunity to jump in.  “First off, you need to watch that accent of yours, remember there are people around here that can hear very well. Secondly, you know how many times I have been beaten, tortured, poisoned, shot, and stabbed and you are still more upset over this sickness.”

      Jack cleared his throat, then continued without the accent. “First off, I ordered sound dampening curtains and film for the windows plus the new painting we have are also for sound dampening, so...” Jack stuck his tongue out at Jessie to punctuate the comment. “Secondly, bullets can be removed, stab wounds can be sewn up, poisons have antidotes, but this.... we have no clue what it is, what compound or combination of compounds that are causing the effect. What the effects will be tomorrow, how sever they will be or even how long you have left.”

      "How long I... Really?” Jessie glared at Jack, but Jack just stared back at him defiant. “Five years we have known each other and you have known what I do for a living. Most of that time you have been listening and watching through your devices aiding me in my missions. You know I have not gotten this far by playing it safe all the time. I am not going to start now because I have a cold."

      "A COLD! This is much more serious than a simple cold. Ya need rest in my opinion however, I do know you and if you insist on this reckless behavior, it would be a jolly good start if you would at least stay here or somewhere I can get help to you."

      Jack was like a parent at times. It got on Jessie's nerves when he went on like this, even though he knew Jack meant well. “Ok, I will agree with your safety this time. I will concede that it is not just a simple cold and I need to work out in a more populated place with other people around.” Jack had started to feel good about how things were going, until Jessie gave him a devious smile that told him, something was about to be said he was not going to like. "Thats why I agreed to work out every morning in the main park... with Donnie and students."

      Jack could only stared at Jessie in utter disbelief for several minutes before he could muster the capacity to speak. "Do you seek out these things just to drive me mad, or are you just really this insane?"

      Jessie bust out laughing. "No, I'm just lucky I guess."

      "You call that lucky!?" Jack moved towards Jessie reaching toward his forehead with the inside of his wrist. "Come here I think your fever has begun to spike," his words were full of contempt.

      Jessie brushed his hand away. "We needed a way in with the Breema for information and this just fell in my lap. I know it seems crazy but, I am also going to be learning some of the Breema's gun katas as well."

      "A Breema's what?"

      "You know the gun exorcise routines you and I put together?" Jack nodded dumb founded. "Well, there are others of them dating back to the beginning on the war. Donnie agreed to teach me the ones he knows, if I teach him and his pupils ours." Jack was lost and unsure of what to say at all. "It will take some time to teach them mine and learn his, which will give me time and an avenue to work on him about the dragon riders and others things we need. Also, he does seem strangely giving in the area of knowledge, so I am intent on taking advantage of it."

      "You know after five years you would think I would be use to the constance near death experiences, narrow escapes, crazy things happening all the time, and your amazingly, absurdly, dumb luck. It is what managed to get myself and my colleagues out of that hell hole...but I'm not. I just...we agreed in the beginning that..." Jack wrings his hands nervously, "You know my life depends on you staying alive, right?"

      Jessie places a hand on Jack shoulder to comfort him. "First of all, I don’t plan on dieing here. Secondly, I am sure Miss Kitty would make a great leader for the guild and keep all of you safe though, she may have some degree of difficulty with our next projects. And last, my job is by its nature, dangerous. I kill people for a living. People pay me a lot of money to kill other people, and not everyone is happy about who I kill. In fact, enough people are unhappy enough, they are willing to pay other people even more money to kill me. To me, that means I am doing my job well. We also have to consider the League of Lazerous, A group of assassins who hunt only other assassins. Back at the Cross I was ranked against the other assassins in the order, out here, I can only rank myself by the bounty on my head. However, the main reason we took this job was to remove that bounty and stop the growing hunt for me, so we can work on others things. The way the old Breema set this up is training and a test of my skill all rolled into one. The fact the it frustrates me at every level just mean it is a very good test for me and I hope I learn a lot for this. I need to find and kill, correction, we need to find and kill the last person that links me to my past so we can be free to move on to our main two projects."

      "If you live that long." Jack retorted. He studied Jessie face for a moment trying to read his mood before asking "How do you deal with such an abnormal life."

      "I could ask you the same thing about your computer world you live in. You have to check every line of every program, on every device, stream, airwaves or laser light path that might could maybe come in contact with anything any of us are doing, then you check again. However, for me, this live is not abnormal. This life, is the only life I have ever known. I made my first kill at 10 and got an 'atta boy' for my efforts, moved up the ranks, and given more training." Jessie gives a good thumbs up with both hands and a stern look on his face. "It's not just what I am, it’s all I am. As disturbing as it sounds, that is the truth." He sighed as he took a seat at the new dinning room table. He studies the finish for a moment before he knocked on the table like a door. "This, is odd to me. Here and there, I get to pretend to be a normal person, with some sort of normal life, like a writer. Inside I am still me, and I don’t understand this kind of life. I can read the script and act the part but, when I look at people I see muscle structure, to evaluate possible strengths and weaknesses. Do they have a limp or favor one arm? Are they left or right handed? Only so I know what defense or offense to use. By the way, Breema all seem to be ambidextrous.”

      Jessie leaned forwards propping his arms on the table. “I notice more than just the habits of people around me. For example, we have been here 3 weeks and I already know most everyone schedule in this neighborhood. I know what time they get home, when they walk their pets, go jogging, or stroll through the neighbor with their kids. There are a few in particular that bother me. Specifically, there are four Kandar men, different spices, in this neighborhood that take way to much notice of all movement around them to be normal ‘civilians’ and they don’t appear to be old enough to have been in the war per say. I have spoken with only one of them, the others seem to keep their distance, which makes me more skeptical of them. I have noticed that they all have very similar builds, which is very athletic with good combat qualities, meaning their muscles look like they are more from weapons and melee training than just working out at the local gym or having done manual labor all their lives. The one I spoke with, Jonathan, claims to be single, two others appear to have wives with children, two each, and the last one is just dating a girl two streets over.” Jessie was always very animated when he spoke, unless he was holding a sniper rifle. Jack often though if you tied Jessie's hands to his side he would be rendered speechless. “Normal for me, is to figure out the easiest and quickest way to kill everyone I met and...if they all attacked at once, what order I would need to kill them in to have the best chance of survival."

      "That's sad, from an outside point of view of course." Jack joined Jessie at the table, sitting across from him.

      "That's just it, I don't feel that way, those tendencies are what has kept us alive. Just like, your paranoia of all things electronic do as well. And, in so many cases, you are right on target. I am sure I would not have made it this far without you. Honestly, for the work I do, I doubt I could have found a better partner." Jack smiled at the compliment.

      “Now back to the topic at hand. I have to say, that after all things considered, I don't think Donnie is the mark. I truly doubt a Breema would have sent me here to kill another Breema. Especially if you consider that there are not that many left in the world. For over a thousand years they have been the main target of every human army and the Cross Agency. Also, I am completely and totally sure he has nothing to do with my past what so ever. For the time being, I feel that I am safe around these Breema. I will keep my eyes and ears open at all time, you should know that about me. So if there is nothing else you would like to add here...” Jessie paused to give Jack a moment to respond, but Jack just sat there quietly. He could see Jessie was right about this and decided to just let it go. Donnie had even seemed honestly concerned the night the Murine Breema had delivered the last files, so being in a park with him would seem to be a good thing. “Then, I would like to add what a great honor it is to have the chance to train with the most revered warriors on the planet. So, if there is no farther objection, I need to get started towards town, we have let have the day slip buy already. I need the list of things you need and want. I will even go to the swap store for you."

      “Will you wear a recorder?” Jack asked on the off chance Jessie would accept. He had been so distance from the idea recently he was unsure.

      “Yes,” Jessie nodded “that is a good idea. I’ll take an ear piece and some tracer tags too, just encase. You never know what kind of fish we might catch.” Jessie stood up from the table and started down the hall to his room to change into rinse off and change clothes before heading to town. Without warning he spun around almost running into Jack who was right on his heels. “Why didn't I see it before!” he exclaimed suddenly. Jessie grabbed Jack by the shoulders and shook him. “The colors! I know what they mean!”
    When the door bell rang he thought it would be the movers coming back having forgot some piece of equipment. His eyes and mind strolled around the rooms as he made he way to the from door searching for something not belonging there. When he opened the door he was quite shocked as his eyes beheld a Beautiful young Kandar woman instead of three sweaty human men. "Hello" A musical voice drifted to his ears but his mind was still caught in another thought.
    Her fur was pure white from her regal, tall, fluffy ears to her long arched feet and cute toes. Long waves of soft white hair framed in her face and cascaded down her body to her waist like a waterfall. her Silky smooth fur shone in the daylight behind her highlighting her gentle natural curves. A plain black midriff hung loosely over her modest bust and black denim shorts hung low on her hips stood in great contrast of her dazzling white fur.  Many silver bracelets jingled together on her wrists and silver studs and hoops with small gems sparkled in her ears. Her thin soft pink lips matched her cute pink nose, but it was her eyes that captured him so. The long black slits of her pupils were surrounded by luminescent lavender with a star burst of brilliant blue streams. "I..." was all he could summon.
    Though still sweet and musical the irratation in her voice began to reach him. How long have i been lost here he thought to himself. "Heeellloooo, you do speak common tongue dont you human?"
    "I'm so sorry Miss i thought you were...i mean..." Closing his mouth and shaking his head at him self for a moment.
    "Did you think in a mixing neighborhood you would not see Kandar? You do know this in a mixing community."
    "No and yes, er..." he opened the door the rest of the way extending his hand out palm up right foot forwards head slightly bowed in a formal Kandar greeting.  "A pleasure to meet you Miss" This seemed to take the wind out of her vexation. She placed her hand palm down on his and curtsy. "Veratessa White good sir." Her speech switch to high regal out of reflex.
    "Well met Miss White, Jessie Dire to you." His tongue also in high regal both surprised her that he would know and embarrassed that she had in a common environment use such speech.
    Taken her hand back and now on the defensive slightly, "Please call me Tessie," returning to common speech. "there is no need for formals here. I came by to invite you to the cookout. Each month we have a social event and you have arrived on that day this month. Please join us in the center park. We have lots of different foods and treats and sweet drinks of all kinds. This is family affair so please limit the fuzzy drinks." giving him a stern look and shaking her forefinger at him.
    "I would be honored to attend. I have just started to unpack so i would need to buy something to bring..."
    "Your new and we all saw you just move in so nothing is asked of you, just you and your... mate?"
    "I'm single though i do have a colleague of mine staying with me, Jack..." looking to his right Jack stood in the hallway in his normal attire of gym shorts and bunny slippers holding a bowl of cereal wide eyed shaking his head no vigorously. Jack was very antisocial and as such awkward is social settings. He could talk all day with complete strangers in virtual but face to face he studdered horrible around new people. In a crowd he would be rendered utterly speechless. "Though I think he is interested in getting things unpacked right now."
    "As you wish." spoken to the darkness of the room behind Jessie "We look forward to your arrival." She turned and started towards the front steps of the porch.
    "Ummm, where's the park?"
    Without looking back she pointed "End if the driveway left, go three houses look right and follow the path, at the fork stay right." She glanced back over she shoulder to see him nod and down the stairs she went. Her walk so feminine and graceful her tail long fluffy and beautiful, he could not pull his eyes away. 'So beautiful' he whispered to himself. Her ears twitched and she turned her head looking over her shoulder again at him. With a coy smile and swinging her tail and bottom at him "You like my tail?" before skipping off giggling. 



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Just so you know I haven't forgotten about you.  I already read chapter 5, and since it's short I'm going to do my comments on it and chapter 6 tomorrow.  My work life has been a little crazy the last couple of weeks.
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ok thanks, i have 6 episodes written and ready to edit before i post, trying to finish up the scene i have going, so i can get back to Jessie and that crowd. I have been picking at some other stuff to come as well. I have been keeping busy, along with studying the Voynich manuscript. :)
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It's gonna take a while before I get to the next stuff, though each chapter is written better, and is easier to get through.  Never heard of the Voynich Manuscript before though.  Looks like an interesting little oddity.  The letters in the text look really cool.
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